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Breathing deeply, I turned to him. He stood several yards away, his gaze still locked on me.

“This is where we go our separate ways, okay, Relic?”

He shifted in his big boots, from one foot to the other, then dipped his chin.

“Thanks for the protection tonight, but I’ve got it from here. I promise not to fuck with demons I’m not supposed to, and you’ve made up for scaring me. We’re even now, yes?”

He gave me another nod.

“Goodbye, Relic,” I said to make sure he understood we were severing all ties—for good.

His nostrils flared, and his fingers curled into fists at his sides. “Night, Tinker Bell.”

I paused. I guessed it was an improvement on Gremmy, but still.Asshole.

I shoved the door open, rushed in, and locked it tight after me.

ChapterSeven

RELIC

MINE.

She wasmine.

Her door closed, shutting me out, and a snarl erupted from me, echoing along the dark street. Her scent was branded on my senses, swimming in my head. The sound of her heart beating—I’d fucking felt it. I wanted to strip her down and rub my scent all over her. Mark her, brand her, claim her. I wanted to snatch her from that store, plant her ass on my bike, and take her home with me.

I wanted her in my den.

In my bed.

My fangs in her throat while I was deep inside her, marking her as mine. And I wanted her to bury those cute little fangs of hers into me. I wanted to feed her until she was satisfied. I wanted to be the one to satisfy her in every single fucking way.

The little demon was mine.

My mate.

How had I not seen it?

I shook my head, trying to clear it.

I’d never expected to find her, not fucking yet. It wasn’t my turn. I had brothers almost twice my age, still waiting to find their mates. I hadn’t believed it—that she could be mine. I hadn’t let myself believe it. I was undeserving. Jagger, Roman, Fender, Lothar—they were all more deserving than me.

But she was here, and she was mine. Until that piece of shit at the feeding club had bared his throat, offering his vein to her, I’d had my head lodged up my own fucking ass. Then, she touched his neck, and it all clicked into place, sharp and with force. Honestly, if he hadn’t gotten up and walked away from her, if she hadn’t walked out of the feeding club when she had, if she’d let anyone else feed her, that place would have been even more of a bloodbath because I would have torn anyone that tried, limb from limb.

My feet had me moving to her door without thought, and I pressed my hand to it. Power vibrated through my palm from her ward. At least she had that.

My lips peeled back, and I bared my teeth. I wanted to be in there with her, upstairs in her apartment. I wanted to pick up my Tinker Bell and feel her pressed against me while I nuzzled her pretty neck and tasted her skin. I wanted her naked and draped over me in bed while she fed and I made her come until she collapsed with exhaustion, then snuggled up against me all night, warm and soft.

My growls were constant now, every indrawn breath and every exhale, because I’d have to wait. For some reason, she wasn’t feeling it, not yet. She should want me close, but she’d told me to leave her alone. Her pussy should be weeping for me, but she didn’t smell of arousal; she smelled of fear. I didn’t know what to do. How to make her see who I was, how to make her want me like I did her.

I shoved my fingers through my hair. I’d never had to work at making a female want me. The ones who hung around the clubhouse were always ready, always willing. My fingers curled around the door handle, and I tested it. Locked. Of course it was. I could break it easily—one hard twist and it would snap right off.

Power from her ward hammered into me, pain slamming through my arm, knocking me back a step. If I were anyone else, I would have been thrown across the street. The ward was strong, but it would be nothing for me to get through. A little pain wasn’t enough to bar me from my female.

Not when she was right there, on the other side.

If you break in, you’ll only scare her more.

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