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Fuuuuck. This wasn’t something I’d needed to see.

My chest was tight. I reached between us and ran my thumb over where she had been marked with me. I inhaled sharply, unable to think past the craving to do more. Claim her.

Slowly, I lifted my thumb. I no longer felt in control.

This pull she had on me was owning me. With my eyes glued on her slightly open lips, I slipped my thumb into her mouth. Another roar threatened to erupt from me when she sucked weakly, taking my seed that had been on it. I’d marked her inside.

I soaked in the sight as she began to suck harder.

Goddamn, I couldn’t take much more.

Lifting my eyes to hers, I froze as her blue gaze met mine.

Thirty-Five

Halo

The salty taste on my tongue as it wrapped around Bane’s thumb made me hum with pleasure. I liked it. I stared into his eyes as he lifted himself up on his arm, taking his thumb from my mouth. I didn’t want him to stop. I opened my legs, reaching for his arms to bring him between mine.

It was then I saw the horror in his topaz eyes. What was he looking at me like that for? Blinking, I tried to bring my dream back to where I liked it. With Bane wanting me the way I did him. Why was this happening?

“Halo.” His voice was hoarse.

“Yes?” I immediately replied.

It sank in that he hadn’t called mepretty girlorsweet girl. In my dreams, he never used my name.

I moved my hand to my stomach, and when I found the sticky warmth … my eyes widened.

This didn’t feel like a dream. It felt real. Very real.

Bane shot off the bed as if I’d just morphed into a rattlesnake. He stalked toward the door, and I sat up, watching him, still trying to understand what had happened. We’d … we’d rubbed as he held me. I’d orgasmed.

When he grabbed the handle, he paused, then looked back at me. In the darkness, I couldn’t make out his expression. But this was different. This wasn’t one of my dreams.

I sat there, speechless. This had been real. My stomach had his semen on it, and he had been in my bed. It had all happened.

I hadn’t taken my pill. I’d fallen asleep while reading.

The door was yanked open, and he was gone.

His thumb had been in my mouth. What had he been doing?

I dropped my gaze to my fingers still on my stomach and looked at them. Had he …

I lifted them to my mouth and licked some off. Salty. The same. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. He’d put his cum in my mouth.

The other nights … had all of it been real? Surely not. They couldn’t have been. He’d have been different with me. Wouldn’t he? The way he spoke to me in the dreams was gentle. He had wanted me as much as I did him.

But how was tonight real? I’d not taken my pill. Which meant I hadn’t been in a deep sleep.

I looked back at the closed door. Had he been getting in bed with me while I was medicated and I’d been doing all those things to him with him?

If so, he had let it happen and never once acted like anything had changed between us.

I tugged my camisole back down and laid my head on the pillow again. When I inhaled, all I could smell was him. Fresh-cut oak, smoke, and spice. When I woke up every morning, that was what met my nose first.

Because he had been here.

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