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“That’s not good,” said Caye.

“Although it does explain why that one came after you.”

“I thought it was because he knew—thanks to someone who shall remain anonymous—I was no longer fully hellhound.”

“No. It had no way of knowing. All they can detect is the vibrations of those who don’t belong in the In-Between, and that hasn’t changed.” He turned to Andreas. “She is still hellhound, right?”

“She is, but she is my fated mate…”

Hayden held up his hand. “As my sister pointed out, it would be a bit hypocritical of me to criticize how you managed to make her yours. And trust me, I get the whole fated mate thing, although I’m not sure our women always see it the same way.”

Andreas chuckled. “I very much doubt they do. Drakaina rarely do, but at least neither hellhounds nor dragons have ever tried to ban their females from fighting.”

“If you two are done congratulating each other,” snarked Caye. “I think we need to talk about the elephant in the room. What the hell were reapers doing in the land of the living?”

CHAPTER 8

CAYE

Fallon, Hayden’s mate, joined them. “And that is an important question, but one that will wait for tomorrow. The guest quarters have been set up for the two of you. I will send word to the elders and healers. We can discuss the matter at length in the morning.”

“I don’t know that we should wait,” said Caye. “If nothing else, we need to share this information with the Resistance.”

“That, too, can wait until morning,” said Hayden. “I will ensure Deke has it first thing. Knowing Colby, they may already know, but before we spread the word far and wide, I’d like to get an idea of how large the problem is and see if we can propose a solution.”

Caye led Andreas to the guest quarters as she knew where they were. “I’m sure they’re not as luxurious…” she started before he whirled her around, pressing her up against the door and kissing her with a hunger she had never known before, as it called out one just as ravenous in her.

He grabbed the neckline of the dress she’d put on and ripped it asunder. No man had ever done what he’d done to and with her. Maybe that was what had been missing. Somehow, having sex with Andreas was far different than with anyone else. Before it had been merely a biological need or a way to work off stress, but with Andreas, it was so much more.

Lifting her now naked body up into his arms, he strode to the large bed, tossing her onto it before stripping himself. He loomed above her, his cock hard and pointed at his navel. She’d fallen onto the bed with her legs spread and didn’t bother to close them as he stared at her. With a speed she should have expected, Andreas swatted her swollen sex.

“I told you to stay put,” he said, his voice a mixture of anger and lust.

She thought about arguing the point with him and then decided that arguing with an aroused dragon might not be her best tactic.

“Yes, you did, but I was afraid for you, although it seems unnecessarily so, but I, too, am a warrior. I won’t be left behind. Don’t expect me just to let you go off and get killed.” So maybe not her best tactic, but the only one she could come up with.

The smack to her pussy had been sharp, but not truly painful, and it had left her hot and stinging—with an even more swollen clit and weeping slit. She was hot, ripe, and ready for him, and the look in his eyes said he knew it.

Everything about Andreas called to her—his muscular physique, his large hard cock, his handsome face, his soulful eyes. There wasn’t one thing about him that didn’t call to a deep, dark place she’d never known she even possessed, but she knew now.

She would wonder later if he’d meant to lift her up by her thighs and just have at her—not that she would have objected. Oh, she might have, but she wouldn’t have meant it. But when she opened her arms to have him join her on the bed, it seemed he couldn’t resist her any more than she could him.

Andreas covered her body with his, giving her his entire weight, making a home for himself between her thighs as she wrapped her arms around him. They were as close as any two people could be—closer than they’d ever been. He stared down at her, his cock poised at her entrance.

“You are my mate, and I will love you from now through all eternity,” he whispered as he started to push his cock inside her slowly.

“I love you, too,” she sighed, as he filled her with absolute perfection.

It was almost scary how easily and quickly they found their own perfect rhythm. He dragged himself back before thrusting up into her. Over and over, he repeated the pattern, driving her quietly crazy with need. She raked his back with her nails, and he hissed before chuckling, understanding he wasn’t the only one who meant to mark their territory.

Her orgasm crashed over her, making her body tense as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, crying out his name as her pussy clamped down on him. He slid his hands beneath her, holding her steady while he plowed her with a relentless energy and need that only served to reawaken the same within her.

As she came the second time, unable to stop herself, Andreas ground into her, his own climax just as powerful, just as complete. His cock pounded into her in short, sharp strokes until he’d given her all of his cum. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat.

The following morning, Caye slipped out from beneath Andreas, careful not to wake him. He’d fallen asleep on top of her after they’d made love the…she’d lost count of how many times. Just as she drifted off, she thought she remembered a book in the old library that had talked about the reapers and the physical laws that bound them to the In-Between.

She managed to get dressed without waking Andreas and made her way to the archives.

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