Page 79 of Wickedly Yours

“Appears so,” he chuckled. “Look at you, so fucking beautiful. You shine so bright. Brighter than the moon.”

His words made me melt. Zain bent down to kiss me, his hips settling inside my still-parted legs. The brush of his cock—already hard again—against my core sent a jolt through my body, and I squirmed against him. I didn’t care if it was the spiked wine talking. I’d take everything I could get tonight.

He shifted, resting his back against the headboard, and I straddled his lap, my arms wrapping around his neck. I ran my fingers through the back of his head, combing through his hair as I rocked against his length, enjoying the feeling as it ground against my clit.

“Luna,” he murmured, throat swallowing roughly. He brushed a strand of my hair off my shoulder, exposing my shoulders, dotted with little freckles, my collarbones—my neck. “Fuck, you look like…”

“What?” I batted my eyelashes.

“Mine,” he growled, the motion exposing his teeth. Those two extra sharp canines. He ran his tongue over them, and I wondered how it would feel if he used them on me. “You look like mine.”

“I am,” I agreed. “I’m yours.”

He kissed my neck, taking a deep pull of my scent. “Will you let me mark you?”

I pulled away, looking down at him. His eyes raised to meet mine from underneath his gorgeous eyelashes—it was really unfair that men got such nice ones—and his expression didn’t waiver.

“Mark me?”

His nose nuzzled against the soft skin between my shoulder and throat, and he hummed, the vibration going straight to my clit. “Mhm. It’s what we do to claim our mate. So everyone knows that you’re mine.”

I froze.Mate?

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zain

She had to know who we were to each other, didn’t she? Why I’d been unable to get her out of my thoughts since the moment I’d laid eyes on her. Why I’d come for her in the first place.

You know me. Just like I’ve known you. Maybe my whole life.

“Luna. You’re my mate.” Reaching for her hand, I interlaced our fingers.

I wondered if she’d sensed it. What was going through her mind?

Demons knew what the signs were. We were taught from a very young age what it was like to find your fated mate—the person who was born for you. I’d never imagined that fate would have brought me to the human realm. To Pleasant Grove. To her.

My queen. My mate.

“You were made for me. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” I said, voice low against her neck. “Everything I’ve ever needed.”

I wanted to mark her, to claim her, tobreedher, to takeeverything I wanted and never let go. But only if she wanted that, too.

“You’re… we’re…”

“Mates.”

“Right.” Luna’s breath was ragged. She couldn’t say the word. Still. Even knowing what was between us. “Is that… why we can speak mind-to-mind?”

“Yes. Did you not suspect?” I asked, wrapping my hands around her waist to bring her tighter against my body.

“I…” Luna shook her head. “I mean, I knew there was something between us… Something more than lust or the physical connection, but I…” She glanced up to the ceiling. “Willow told me about how it was with her and Damien. I’d only guessed.”

“I should have said something earlier,” I said, gritting my teeth.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t want to ruin this. If there was a chance you didn’t want me, that you wouldn’t stay…” Then I wouldn’t have forced her to.

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