Page 93 of Feral Possession

“Down, please.” She wiggled in his grasp. He’d have given her anything she wanted in that moment.

Slim fingers thrust beneath the waistband of his pants. Shoved the material down his legs. He kicked his feet free, canting his head. “New game?”

She planted her hands on his shoulders, urging him back onto the bench. She placed her knees on either side of his hips, straddling him.

“New game,” she said in a husky voice that shot a bolt of heat straight to his rigid cock.

“Well, in that case…” He grabbed the hem of her shift and whisked it over her head. “I think it’s only fair we start on even ground.”

“No ground is stable near you,” Dove whispered against his lips. She grasped his shaft, guided it to her heat, and sank down over him. His eyes rolled back. His hips surged with a mind of their own. Wait. She was still speaking? He picked up pieces of her conversation. “No stable ground. Just mountains, fishers, whirlpools, tornados.” With every declaration, she thrust her hips, rocking against him.

“Shhh,” he murmured against her lips. “No more talk. Just feel. Feel me.”

“I feel you,” she moaned, rocking faster. He grasped her hips, guiding, urging, thrusting.

Heat gathered at the base of his shaft, his testicles tightening. The vampire in him rose to the surface. Fangs scraped his lips. I will mark her. Claim her. She is mine.

He tongued the vein in her neck.

“Do it. Please,” she begged.

He was helpless to resist. Yes, he would take from her. Give and take.

“Sweet Dove.” Her name, a saccharine entreaty on his tongue. He pierced her flesh, and ambrosia kissed his palate. Faerie blood. There was nothing else like it in the world. Many desired the power flowing in her veins, and yet, she was his. Only his. Fire licked his cock, and he erupted.

“Yes! Marcus!” Dove shouted. Her silken walls clenched his throbbing shaft, and he gave while he took, drawing deep from her vein. “My queen. I am yours,” the demon whispered, and his primal side fought for dominance, raising its head. And she is mine.

In that sweet moment of bliss, both sides of him were appeased. Because of one woman.

Dove shuddered, falling limp against him, and he wrapped his arms around her. Savage urges rose within. Possessive urges. Fates save the person who tried to take her from him.

This female was his. Body, heart, and soul.

And yet, she owned all of him.

With Dove, he’d never been more vulnerable.

May the gods have mercy should she ever stomp on his faith. He might have survived the destruction of his body, but he’d not survive the destruction of his soul.

Dove dragged her mind from the depths of her dream, forcing her eyes open. Spiderwebs of bitter emotions clung to her psyche. She swallowed against the lump in her throat. Tears wet her face.

“You are unwell?” said a smokey voice.

After Marcus made love to her a second time in his bed, she’d fallen asleep with her cheek on his shoulder, her leg thrown over his thigh. Nothing had ever felt so right.

“I’m fine,” she whispered, wiping her tears. She peered up at him and sucked a breath. Scars marred the left side of his face and his pupil glowed red.

“Steele?”

“Your mate sleeps,” Shadow said, his scarred brow furrowed.

This wasn’t Steele. Nor Shadow-Steele. Just Shadow. The fog cleared in an instant. “Marcus isn’t my mate.”

Shadow smirked, glancing down at their naked bodies.

Her cheeks warmed and she eased away, tucking the sheet between them. “I thought the two of you had an agreement.”

“Yes.” His expression darkened. “I sensed your pain.”

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