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Henry’s grip tightens and he works harder, fucking me faster and it’s more than I can take. My pussy tightens as it contracts around his cock and I break, collapsing as my climax devastates me in a wave of fire that makes my body burn.

“Your pussy’s heaven, Ivy. I’m going to mark it with my come so everyone knows who owns it.”

Henry’s groans deepen and he comes inside me, making damn sure I feel every movement of his dick as it fills me with his come. His thrusts slow as my orgasm peaks and I close my eyes, relaxing and letting the warmth wash over me.

I’m dazed and warm and sleepy, content and sure I’m safe in Henry’s arms. He eases out of me and my eyes manage to focus on Matt and Ryan, watching them embrace as they collapse onto each other.

“Such a good girl, lea.”

Henry pulls me against his chest and my fingers cling to him as my eyelids struggle to stay open. As the darkness closes in, kisses tickle my face and Henry sighs so gently it’s almost as if I dreamt it.

“You’re perfect, Ivy—and you’re mine. Mine to use. Mine to give to. Mine to pleasure and provide for. Mine to adore and worship and fuck whenever I damn well want.”

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FEAR WEAKENS THE STRONGEST SOULS

HENRY

Irun my fingers over Ivy’s collar, playing with the links and rubies as she purrs and stares up at me. In adoration. As if I’m the center of her galaxy and the star she orbits. It’s perfection. The way we should be—and I fucking love it.

As I loved last night.

It was unplanned and Ivy’s response was unexpected. Both her possessive outburst and her subsequent obedience.

“I have to meet Ryan.” I tug her collar and she bites her lip. “About the Blackthorn coven, not last night.” She stretches and her eyes spark with concern. “You were perfect, Ivy. Everything was perfect.”

She nods and exhales, leaning in as I kiss her and hold her against me, using the collar to do what it was meant for: control her.

“I’ll be back soon.”

I leave and head straight to my office, keen to get this awful meeting out of the way. Ryan’s tried his best to rearrange this with the priest, but he’s insisted on coming the day after I collared Ivy, and in all honesty we were lucky to avoid his presence at the ceremony.

“Matt’s waiting for the asshole,” Ryan says, not bothering to get up when I enter. “What do you think he wants?”

“To check on Ivy.” I arch my eyebrow. “The Brotherhood dislikes her being human. They detest the idea she’s agreeing to the bond as some way to buy immortality even more.”

“They’re unusually interested, Henry. Even for zealous cunts.” Ryan drums his fingers against the desk, watching me move to my chair. “I don’t think it’s you they’re interested in. It’s Ivy. I just don’t know why.”

My teeth grind hard enough to bite bone. There’s no getting away from the fact that Ryan’s right. The Brotherhood is keen to protect the purity of the binding bond, but this is excessive, even for them. They’re aware Ivy’s my mate and that should have alleviated their concerns about our union.

All it did was heighten them.

They’ve been unusually close to Rowan, although he fucked things up during the visit. Still, Rowan’s a smooth cunt and with his recent loss, he’ll need to strengthen any alliances he has. He’ll wrangle power from anywhere, even if that means making a deal with the fucking Brotherhood.

“Any news on Rowan?”

Ryan nods his head. “The coven’s depleted and he’s trying to rebuild. Marcus joining him is a problem, but we did enough damage to make him think twice about doing anything so fucking stupid.”

“It was close, Ryan.”

“Yeah,” he says, closing his eyes for longer than he ought, presumably remembering what happened in the wood. With Ivy. When my fucking mate saved his life and he almost killed her for it. “My guess is Rowan thought he had a chance to take us out and persuaded Marcus to help him. Marcus was the brains but wasn’t expecting to be the brawn. That’ll sting and I don’t think he’ll move again.”

That’s good and bad news. It’s fewer numbers to worry about and Rowan will be more predictable without Marcus pulling the strings. But it means Rowan’s isolated and vulnerable, and likely to lash out. Violently. Irrationally. Dangerously.

For everyone.

Including the Brotherhood.

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