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Upstairs, locked away, I undressed her, kissing her until we were both breathless. She tumbled onto the sheets on the big bed and I went with her, parting her knees then lowering myself into the gap.

I sucked and licked her until she moaned my name. Then I went back for more, committing myself to a lifetime of this. Her. I was in fucking love, and somehow happy about it.

The game that I’d devised, along with Shade, where couples came together in violence and found deep, unbreakable love had caught me too. I’d watched it play out over and over, and imagined being in it, though never with the intention of competing. Then Gen came along and I was so fucking glad she had. She’d changed me for the better. I was never letting her go.

After orgasm three, felt on my tongue and branded on my mind, I eased up her body and entered her. I was so hard I could hammer nails with my dick.

Gen took a short breath. “What, no random household items first?”

“Are you asking?”

She blushed an even deeper red. “I mean, maybe later?”

“Which did you like?” I took a guess, remembering how wet she’d been. “The wax.”

“That, and maybe the cucumber.”

“Hot and cold. Like your man.”

“No, you’re all warmth and softness. It was hidden under ice, but you melted for me. Now come inside me before I go insane.”

I laughed and ran my hand under her ass to lift her to meet my thrusts. Fucking heaven. Then my finger glanced over a tiny bump, and I remembered something else I needed to say.

“By the way, I shot a tracker into you, right here.”

Outrage filled her expression. “You did what? I thought I’d been bitten. You wait until I get you back for that.”

I cracked up then fucked her like a piston, turning her complaints into moans.

“I won’t apologise for protecting you.”

“Because you love me.”

“Because I love you, little maniac.”

She came again, throbbing around my dick and pulling me into a drugging kiss.

Gone for her, I might’ve been, but now she was mine, I was keeping her, no matter what it took.

Chapter 47

Shade

Exiting the boathouse, I wiped the blood from my blade on my shirt. At my car, I stripped, disinfected my knife, and went through the motions of cleaning myself up and disposing of my bloodied clothes in a fire I’d stoked for the purpose.

Tonight, I’d been busy.

Kenney the cop had supplied details of three perverts who needed to be taken off the streets. Two were now dead. The third I’d pick up later in the week.

Yet even with the ability to take out my moods on the men’s bodies, disposing of them in happy little slices, I was still unsettled. Uncomfortable in my skin. Summer had turned toautumn, and changing seasons affected me. A whole lot affected me.

I threw myself into the driving seat and stared into the dark. I should’ve felt calm or maybe even fulfilled, not infected with energy.

A message appeared on my phone.

Arran: Come back to the warehouse. Need to talk to you.

I passed a hand over my face. The last thing I wanted was to go home.

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