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Her nails scratched up his back as she felt jet after jet of his seed fill her. The head of his cock grew thick, refusing to budge. He lay on her, breathing hard as the teeth in her shoulder began to retract.

Did we pass out?

We never pass out.

Is he still lying on us?

Why aren't we dead? He's heavy.

He bit us! Did I imagine that?

Nope, he bit us. I'm ready to go again.

The primal part of her was even more pronounced. Deja wasn't sure what happened, but she felt different. The question was, should she be scared?

Be afraid, be very afraid!

No more old movies for you.

Be quiet, I need to think.

Enzo was awake, but he was waiting for her. How she acted would color the rest of their relationship. Maybe she should... forget maybe; there would be none of that. She made this choice, and she wasn't backing down now.

"My alien warrior, I think we need to talk."

He slowly pulled out of her body and wrapped her in his arms.

Chapter Twenty-one

She wanted to talk.Enzo thought that if he were in her position, he might be screaming about being tricked, about his shoulder, or even how she hadn't told him the truth, but she didn't know that yet.

"We can talk, camire. Do you want to do it here or in the living room?"

"You know what this place needs? Delivery. I could go for some Chinese food right about now."

He grinned at her, feigning happiness he didn't feel. "Then Chinese food it is. There are menus in the kitchen."

She got up and snagged his shirt, smiling at the way it fit her. Mm, she was sore. It had been a while since she made love. Her shoulder moved, and she frowned at it, feeling the ache. She hadn't counted on the teeth, but she would wait until he explained before she jumped to conclusions.

He was sitting on the couch holding the menu out for her. She took a seat next to him. Maybe she should keep her distance after what happened, but she didn't want to. Her mom alwaystold her that when you slept with someone, it was like a soul bond. You naturally wanted to be closer to them. Her mom was right; she felt like Enzo was in her heart, a part of her skin. She sat next to him on the couch, taking the menu.

"I'd like some beef and broccoli along with some pot stickers." She gave him a smile before laying her head on his chest. She always wanted to touch him, but now she couldn't help herself. Her body reached for him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He called Ven, told him what they wanted, and asked him to meet the delivery man when he came.

"I owe you some answers, but can it wait until the food comes? Ven's going to want to see you, reassuring himself you're all right."

"I'm not going away, Enzo; it can wait."

Deja lay against him and talked to him about her childhood and her mom. She raised Deja by herself. Her dad died in a car crash when she was little, and it was just her and her mom.

"When my mom died, it was one of the hardest times in my life. She wasn't old or worn down. Her doctor said she was healthy, but no one could tell me why she died. The doctors said sometimes it's just your time. I miss her; she would have liked you. She would have said, 'Deja, that's a fine specimen of a man, and he treats you right. Hold on to that one.'" A smile played around her lips as she thought of her mom.

The knock at the door had her sitting up and pulling the end of Enzo's shirt down. Ven walked into the house carrying the food and watching her. She stood up and went over to him. She slowly turned around, allowing him to see every inch of her.

"I'm fine, Ven. There is nothing wrong with me. I'm not leaving you."

He sat the bag down and gathered her close in his arms for one of the tightest hugs she had ever received. Then he turned and left.

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