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He rocked his hips, but instead of his cock sliding in and out of my tight, wet heat, there was no movement. No budging. He was lodged in me. And just before I could even begin to panic, before I could worry if we were stuck like this forever, I felt his heartbeat.

Inside me.

“Sweet Jesus,” I choked out again, my eyes flaring wide as his pulse felt like an intense vibration deep inside me. Within fifteen seconds, I came. I hadn’t expected to, not really. My body had enjoyed the journey, but getting to the peak? After the day I’d had?

Not likely.

Or so I’d thought.

And with each pulsation, it seemed to go on and on until I was crying, until my body was one tense bucket of need and want and desire. “What’s happening?” I cried out as I felt the power of my release surge through me again.

“You’re my mate,” he rumbled.

Like that answeredanything.

I wiggled on his cock, hoping that was it. That we were done, but he was stuck fast.

“H-How long?” I whimpered as the vibrations powered up again, like some kind of machine! Was this torture? Was it heaven… or hell?

“A few hours?”

My eyes felt like crossing right there, right then.

Before I could even squeak out a complaint, he hauled me away from the wall and into his arms. With each step he took as he walked us off the terrace and into the bedroom, I sagged into him, growing limper and laxer as my body went into a true meltdown.

But as he lay back on the bed, me atop him like a whimpering, mewling,orgasmingblanket, he hushed me and clung to me. Soothing me even as he was the source of my torment.

God, I should have known this was how it would be with him.

Everything was a surprise, everything a fight.

And even though this was a delicious torment, I wouldn’t have it any other way because he Claimed me as much as I Claimed him, and finally,finally, my Pack was complete.

A tight circle that no one, and nothing, could ever render asunder.

TWENTY-FIVE

STEFAN

“We need to call Nicholas.” Samuel’s insistence was getting to be boring.

“I hate to agree on a subject this concerning, but I believe he is correct," Ava added.

Even Bartlett looked at his wife askance at that.

Seated in their office back in Greenwich, Bartlett and Avalina were tucked up beside one another on the sofa, looking as comfortable as if they were sitting down for a session of Netflix and chill and not a Skype discussion on what the hell we were all going to do next.

We, on the other hand, were on a video conference call, still in Mexico City, and were stuck here unless we did as Samuel was insisting—contacted Caelum.

“Calling in Nicholas?—”

Avalina held up a hand, forestalling her husband. “He has resources we must call upon. You heard Samuel. There are no flights out of the city for another three weeks. Minimum. Only God knows what Erlik could do in that time.”

My own heart began to pound at the thought of the third Original consolidating his forces and using them against us in what was, essentially, the final battle.

As I thought about the final clue that was etched into the tattoo on Eve’s belly, I kept my focus twisted between my brothers and the screen Samuel had hooked up for us to discuss this stuff with the only people who truly knew what the fuckwas going on.

The Originals themselves.

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