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She left enough of the link open that Decker could track her. She reached out to Greg. “Decker is closer but is sending men to your position. Keep them distracted while we free me from Eoghan’s magic.”

Turning so that her back was against the wall, Adriana leaned against it for support. She was going to have to incite Decker to enough lust and dominance that his need to have at her would overrun his sense of propriety. Knowing what she had to do, Adriana removed her clothes.

CHAPTER 20

ADRIANA

Decker appeared in the doorway, much like the first rays of sunshine after a storm. He was bathed in an ethereal glow, which made her wonder if she hadn’t gone round the bend with the possession of her mates. It had taken a while after the way Eoghan had treated her, but she’d come to enjoy sex, but with Greg and Decker, she’d begun to crave it. Not that she was a wanton—well, not yet, anyway—but the pleasure and joy she found in her mates’ loving embrace was something she knew she would never tire of.

He was across the room and in her arms in the space of a heartbeat. Adriana clung to him, relying on his strength to hold her up. Even though she knew in reality it wasn’t true, he felt far stronger than the stone walls around them.

“I’ve got you, Adriana. Greg’s holding them off, and I’m going to get you out of here.”

She shook her head. “That’s not going to work. I can’t leave this room so long as Eoghan’s bonding link still exists. You need to mark me before I can leave.”

He raised his head and stared down at her skeptically. “You do know how that works, don’t you? My fangs will not elongate in human form without the dominant need to possess you sexually also being present. These are not what I would call ideal circumstances.”

“Yeah, me either, but I’m telling you, even if you blew up all the walls, I would not be able to leave until the mate bond is broken.”

“We’ll find another way,” he said, looking around for her clothing.

Adriana slapped him upside the head. “He didn’t rape me, although I was told that was on the agenda for later today. I took off my clothes. I didn’t think you’d fancy having at me unless I was naked.”

“You’re sure?” he asked, loosening the tentative hold he’d had over his more feral self.

“I am. Fuck me. Bite me. Take me,” she whispered.

The words had no sooner left her mouth than Decker had her pinned to the wall. He jerked open the front of his jeans, releasing his hardened cock as he lifted her from the floor. Using the wall for leverage, he stepped between her legs and lowered her back down onto his engorged staff. She had expected it to be uncomfortable. Decker was generously endowed, and she hadn’t thought herself aroused. She was right about the former and couldn’t have been more wrong about the latter.

Adriana moaned his name as she clung to him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Decker growled with satisfaction, grasping his wrists under her ass as he began to raise and lower her along his cock as he thrust up into her.

“God, yes,” she groaned.

Decker manipulated her body, alternately holding her in place and moving her up and down as he began to pound into her. She hadn’t thought it possible, but she climaxed quickly, her pussy clamping down on his rampaging cock. Over and over, Decker slammed into her, making the world around them recede.

He jackhammered her pussy in a primal, ruthless manner, focused not only on his own pleasure and need, but hers, as well. Adriana gloried in the power he had over her—heart, mind, body, and soul. Her body responded to his dominant possession by softening and taking all he could give her. Decker ratcheted up his intensity as her first orgasm subsided and he began to push her to another. She’d already learned he had the ability to make her come rapidly and repeatedly.

Her pussy spasmed around him, trembling up and down his surging and withdrawing shaft as Decker increased the speed and tempo of his thrusting. He nuzzled her neck and Adriana threw her head back, reveling in his embrace even amidst the battle that now raged around them.

She wasn’t prepared for the sharp nip he gave the place at the hollow of her throat. She knew that this was not enough to eradicate Eoghan’s mark. Adriana brought her hands up to his head, lifting his face to hers so she could kiss him with the same possessive passion with which he always kissed her. She then pressed his mouth to the spot he had just nipped.

“Harder, Decker. It has to be harder. Tear that bastard’s mark away from me.”

“Greg’s bite…” he started.

“I don’t know how, I just know it will be there, but until you add yours to his, I will always be Eoghan’s captive. I love you, Decker. I love Greg, and I want this bastard gone from our lives.”

Decker nodded and renewed his relentless passion, fucking her harder than ever. He called forth a primal need of her own as he urged her body to give him more. As she began to freefall into an abyss of sensual power and completion, Decker placed his mouth over the place she’d been marked twice before. He kissed it and then inflicted a deep and savage bite, making her keen in desperate need.

He thrust harder and harder as he tore at her throat, biting her with a savage ferocity that should have frightened her, but it didn’t. As he began to pump his seed into her depths, she wailed his name and held onto him with all of her strength. She felt the moment she was freed from Eoghan’s bonds.

When at last they were both still, he lifted her from his cock and set her on her feet. He kissed and licked the wound, stepping back to look at it and shaking his head.

“What?” she asked.

“O’Shea’s mark was obliterated…”

“I would hope so,” she said, trying to lighten the mood.

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