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“Bite me.”

“What?” His hips almost falter, but at my whimper, he resumes his rhythm.

“Bite me, zooms.” I tilt my head and bare my throat to him, inviting him to sink his teeth into me.

“Are you—”

Before he can finish that sentence, I shove his head down into my neck. Everett’s fangs pierce my skin and sink into the exact spot he needs to feed from.

The bite of pain sends me careening over the edge.

“Everett!”

I clasp his head tighter as he sucks on my neck, my hips grinding down, a tremor working its way up my spine as I come.

My pussy pulses around his cock, and he thrusts into me once, twice, and then he’s coming too. Warm cum shoots into me, painting my pussy as he promised he would.

Everett slowly retracts his fangs from my throat, lapping at the wounds, causing goose bumps to barrel down my limbs. I thought it would hurt, but it was the perfect balance of pleasure and pain.

With his cock still in me, eyes closed, chest rising and falling with the rapid breaths of his climax, Everett asks, “So, the D is good enough to stay?”

“It totally is,” I sigh and squeeze my core muscles around him.

Chapter thirty-two

Everett

My life will never be the same again. Sex with Sadie was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. The way she commanded my body, commanded me, was so hot. But the most remarkable thing was the way she gave herself to me.

I feel like something has shifted in my body, my mind, and my heart.

I prop myself up on my side, resting my head on my hand as I admire a sated Sadie next to me in my bed. The moonlight casts her pale skin in a silver glow, reflecting off her light blonde hair splayed across the pillow.

“Sadie-queen,” I whisper, brushing the silky hair out of her face.

She looks like a goddess, body naked, limbs tangled in white sheets.

Sadie opens one eye and gives me a lazy smile. “Ready for round two?” she drawls.

“Not quite yet,” I chuckle. “Well… actually, yeah,” I confirm, giving my stiff cock a tug, imagining Sadie’s wet heat wrapped around it. “I want to ask you something first, though.”

At the gravity in my tone, she pushes up on her elbows and gives me an inquisitive look, so I go on. “Do you feel anything different in your body? Like maybe your chest area?”

“I’m assuming you’re not talking about the fang scrapes on my tits?” Sadie asks, completely serious, looking down at her bare chest.

“No, I’m thinking more along the lines of the tug we would feel when we were far away from each other.”

“Hold on, let me feel it out.” Sadie closes her eyes, brows scrunched up in concentration, the rapid movement under her eyelids evidence of her search.

Eyes popping open, her electric-blue gaze stares up at me. “It’s you. I think,” she surmises, voice rich with wonder.

“I think so. It’s like I can sense you too. Right in my chest, my heart. Does it feel like that to you too?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly it. What does it even mean?”

“I think it’s time we give Bertie another call and see if this helps his research. But first, I want to try something.”

“Sure. What do you have in mind?”

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