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Pretty sure you’ve earned my heart, baby.

“Definitely,” I confess. “I didn’t even have to put batteries in you for that.”

He chuckles at my joke and moves to start cleaning me up.

“Anytime you wish to use my cock as your toy, it is yours.”

Sweet Jesus, what did I do to deserve this man?

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Drak

An-nana’s mood improves greatly after I take care of her cunt. She is not hiding frowns or dragging her small hu-nim feet while we continue our search. Instead, she smiles and takes my hand in hers, walking by my side with her normally confident stride. Pride has my chin held high as we make our way through this complex structure of many stores.

“We should check the basement,” my mate tells me. “There aren’t any stores down there, but it might be a good place to hide.”

It is a smart thought. My An-nana has many wise things to say.

“Mm,” I grunt in agreement. “I believe we must be cautious with the structure and our ability to escape it before we enter.”

My mate hums in contemplation. “You think it’s a mess down there?”

“There could be damage down there that we can not see from up here. There may be traps as well.”

An-nana nods. “Okay, so we go, but not too far in until we can tell that the ceiling isn’t going to cave in on us and crush me.”

“It will not crush you.” I will not allow it.

She snorts. “If the ceiling caves in, it will definitely crush me.”

“In the case of a collapse, I will shield you with my body and hold you until I can pull us from the rubble. You will never be crushed when I am by your side, my mate.”

Her eyes sparkle at me, and I preen under her gaze.

“You know, that was romantic as fuck—even if it would sound ridiculous without context, Drak.”

I grin. “Thank you, my mate.”

Clapping her hands together, An-nana peaks around a corner and tells me that it is clear. “Stairs are this way, big guy.”

“Stee-vee calls Marrec this,” I muse as we continue to walk, unsure of how I feel about it. It sounds nice—I like being called big—but it is not as sweet as when she calls me her babe nor as sensual as when she calls me baby.

She crinkles her nose, her frek-ulls moving with the action. I wish to kiss the scrunched up skin but cannot as she inquires, “Big guy?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm,” she hums. “So, you like ‘babe’ better then?”

I smirk. My mate knows me so well.

“I do, but I like all words from your lips, An-nana. Your mouth is so sweet that I will soak up whatever names it chooses for me.”

Her cheeks tint pink. “You’re a kiss-ass, you know that?”

“You should like me to kiss your ass?” I tease, licking my lips.

She scoffs, playfully whacking my arm. “Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself, mister. We’re here.”

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