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I spasm and buck, thighs trembling and heart pounding.

He keeps me going with his touch and perfect rhythm. “You want my knot, my mate? You want to take all of me?”

Goddess, to hear him call me mate. My whole body and spirit rejoice. “Please! Give it to me. I need it.”

“You want my bite, my beautiful fate?” he whispers over my throat.

“Yes! You’remine!”

Our chests begin to glow golden, getting brighter and brighter.

The fated mate cords reach out for each other.

“Mine,” Rourke claims with the word and his knot entering my soaking cunt.

I scream with pain and pleasure at the stretch.

Coming once again, I milk his essence into my channel.

“You are pure bliss, my love, my mate,” Rourke says and bites down on my neck just below the place Branden claimed me.

“Rourke!” I cry out as the cords and his bite connect us. On instinct, I bite him just as he wants, my teeth feeling sharp as needles as they sink into his muscle.

My soul spirals out to the cosmos.

He shouts over and over his release, with short, shallow thrusts while he is locked inside me. We’ll be joined together for a while. I don’t know how long it lasts for a dragon, but I imagine it’s longer than a wolf.

I lick the spot where I’ve marked him and see it’s more animal bite than human.

“I want Branden here,” I whimper as I pulse around his cock. “I want all of our love together.”

“Anything you want.” He nuzzles the bite mark he’s left. “I want you both. Together.”

“Need Branden,” I think to my incubus.

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MENAGE

BRANDEN

“Mi Sangre Amor?” I peek over the turned-over lawn chairs only a second after I am summoned. As if they are cute puppies instead of rutting animals on the ground, I say, “What do my naughty knotting mates need?”

Shayla giggles and reaches out to me. “We need you.”

I move the chair away gently, even though I’d rather fling it since I’m desperate to join them. Once I have more space, I kneel and take Shayla’s offered hand. I kiss the inner side of her wrist.

My mate glows with my soft touch. She loves both the rough and the gentle. She is perfect for me—for us.

Goddess, I fucking love her—entirely. I’d do anything she commanded me to do without any hesitation.

Rourke pulls up to kneeling, taking Shayla with him. On his knees, they are both upright. She clings to his chest, straddling him.

I come up behind her, placing gentle, dry kisses up her spine. My fingers lace into her silky hair and grip. Gently, I turn her head so I can place a sweet peck on her lips. I turn and give Rourke a kiss. Then I lick into his mouth.

With my vampiric tonic hitting him, Rourke bucks into Shayla.

She moans with the impact.

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