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I curl my fingers around his shaft and lick the tip. “What happened to bite me, claw me, fuck me?”

Eli shudders. “That part of my anatomy isn’t included.”

“That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Don’t do it, Hellcat.”

“Scared?”

His lips twitch into an almost smile. “Arabella Gray, are you threatening me?”

I swallow his length down my throat in answer, and his cock hardens as I suck on it. Head bobbing up and down, I pleasure him with my mouth, expressing my feelings about him without words. But even as I lose myself in pleasing him, there’s still that horrible nagging worry about the future in the back of my mind.

Chapter 84

Eli

The alarm on my cell wakes me, and I throw out a hand to grope around the nightstand until I can find it and silence the noise. Arabella rolls over, her leg sliding over mine until she’s above me, straddling my hips. Her hair is a golden cloud, tumbling around her face and shoulders. Hands propped against my chest, she leans down to kiss me, then continues to climb across me and off the bed.

I lean up on one elbow, catching sight of her naked ass as she disappears into the bathroom.

“You know you could have just got out of your side of the bed.”

Her face appears around the door. “That wouldn’t have been half as much fun.”

I laugh and drop back against the pillows. “But you’ve woken my dick up now, Hellcat.”

The sound of the shower running is my only reply. I toy briefly with the idea of joining her but decide against it. While I’m fully prepared to throw everything into the ring, I’m not sure she’s on the same page as me yet. For all I know, this could just be a final fling before we both go our separate ways at the end of the week. There’s a tightness in my chest at the thought of her walking away.

I throw back the covers and stand, dragging a hand through my hair to shove it away from my face.

Maybe I should get a haircut.

But then I remember the sharp sting of pain when she dragged her nails over my scalp, and the way she liked to tangle her fingers in my hair while I was making her come.

Maybe I should leave my hair the fuck alone.

I’m pulling on a pair of sweats when she comes back in the room, wrapped in a towel.

“Can I borrow a t-shirt? I don’t really want to put the one I was wearing yesterday back on.”

“What’s mine is yours, Hellcat.”

“Really?” She draws the word out, her eyes dropping to the front of my sweats.

“You can have that whenever you want it, too.” I open one of the drawers in the dresser. “Take your pick.”

She passes me and rummages through my clothes. “Do you have a hoodie I can use as well?”

“Isn’t wearing my clothes giving me boyfriend status?”

She drops the towel and pulls one of my shirts over her head. It drops down, almost to her knees.

“I think the teeth marks all over your neck do that already.” She comes toward me, hooks an arm around my neck and pulls my head down for a kiss.

I brush my fingers over her cheek, where Lacy had scratched her yesterday. “At least she didn’t leave a lasting impression on you, otherwise by your definition of ownership, you’re officially dating Lacy.”

She punches my arm. “Asshole.”

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