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So, Lane sat up and neatly flipped their positions in a self-defense move so perfectly executed Seven herself couldn’t have done it any better.

Enough waiting, she signed. I need you. Now.

She thought for a second or two that he might argue with her. After all, he was one of the most powerful beings on the planet and she’d just crawled on top of him and told him how this was going to go down. She didn’t imagine that too many supernatural beings would be OK with that turn of events.

But to his credit, Lucien merely spread his arms wide and said, “Take what you need, sweetling. I’m yours.”

Oh, thank God.

CHAPTER 18

Lucien had the distinct impression he was going to find out exactly what happened when angels died soon, because when Lane slithered down his body leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses in her wake, he knew he wasn’t going to survive it. The pleasure was going to destroy him.

Seeing her tiny hand wrapped around his cock as she peered up at him through a veil of thick, dark lashes, was almost more than he could handle.

Almost. Because if he was going to die, this was the way he wanted to go. So, he wasn’t about to stop her.

Her lips brushed over him lightly. She was teasing him, and he loved it.

He slid his fingers into her hair and stared down at her. Was there anything in this world or any other more erotic than Lane holding eye contact with him as she sucked his length into the back of her throat?

The answer was no. Lucien could attest to that with absolute certainty.

“So fucking good,” he rasped.

Turns out he was wrong. Her smiling around his cock was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen his life.

His fingers tightened reflexively in her thick, dark hair. His body was screaming for him to thrust into her mouth, but he wouldn’t. She’d lost so much control in her life lately. This—his body, his heart—he could give her control over.

She moaned and he shivered at the sensation. He wasn’t going to last like this. He was powerful, but he was so close to his breaking point.

So. Fucking. Close.

Lucien eased her head back. She shot him a questioning look.

“I’ll lose control if you keep that up,” he said in answer to her unasked question.

What if that’s exactly what I want?

Fuck. He really was going to die tonight, wasn’t he?

Well…so be it.

She let out a sharp gasp as he reversed their positions again, dumping her on her back beneath him.

“Then you might want to brace yourself, sweetling. This might get rough.”

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Lane fought the urge to do a fist pump at Lucien’s proclamation. Rough was exactly what she was going for.

Her heart was pounding so hard she wondered if he could hear it. She’d loved being in control for that brief moment. Having one of the most powerful beings in the dimension groaning and barely hanging onto control as she’d sucked the hot, heavy weight of him into the back of her throat was…beyond description.

It had been so freeing, in fact, that when he stopped her, she almost resisted. But as much as she’d enjoyed her flirtation with complete control, she was ready to hand the power back to her mate.

Her mate. It was still weird to think of him like that. Weird, but right at the same time.

Lucien crawled up her body, letting his eyes caress every inch of her along the way. Then finally—finally!—he lowered his weight onto her.

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