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“Do it,” I beg, kissing his lips. His teeth feel so strange on my mouth, but it’s so hot. It’s so sexy. “Do it. Mark me.”

He’s trying to hold himself back. I can tell by the way his body is getting all tight and rigged.

But I don’t want him to hold back. I’m his mate. I can take anything he gives me. My body was made for this moment.

“Mark me,” I say as I throw my head back, exposing my neck. “Mark your girl. Mark your mate.”

He lunges forward with a possessive growl and sinks his teeth into the tingling spot.

I cry out, instantly cumming on his dick as he latches onto me, marking me as his own.

He thrusts his big cock up, his body shuddering and convulsing as he cums deep in my pussy. I cry out again when I feel his hot cum surging inside me.

The tingling on my neck turns to a warm comforting glowing feeling as he holds on, his teeth buried in my flesh, his cock cumming in my cunt.

He releases my neck with a contented growl and the incredible feeling spreads through my body, mixing with my orgasm and making me feel like I’m floating away. It’s only his big possessive arms wrapped around me that tell me I’m still here with him.

I roll my hips—drowning in the pleasure—as I watch his eyes return back to that beautiful shade of green. His shouldersand arms slink back down, the fur disappearing and his sexy tattoos coming back into view.

I kiss his warm mouth and moan at the familiar feeling now that his teeth are back to normal. His hands slide up my back—his fingertips soft now that his claws are retracted.

I have my Julian back, but it’s better now. It’s more certain. It’s permanent.

His mark is on me. He has my cherry.

We’re one now. We’re mates.

And there’s no going back.

I rest my head on his chest, smiling at the comforting sound of his heart beating for me.

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him.

Warmth surrounds me—his scent, his touch, his love.

My eyes grow heavy and my body sinks into his right where it belongs.

Right at home.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Lainey

“Well, what do we have here?”

I wake up, so startled to hear a woman’s voice that I nearly have a heart attack. I gasp, clinging to the blanket draped over my body and yank it up to my neck. Thankfully, I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and I put Julian’s huge T-shirt on, so I’m not naked.

“Good morning,” Victoria says, grinning as she stands in front of me, holding a coffee and a large greasy bag.

Oh crap. This is not how I want to meet Julian’s family—half asleep in Julian’s tattoo chair while he’s—where the hell is he?

We kept trying to leave last night to go to his place, but every time we got up… well, things happened and we ended up back on the chair until we passed out for good.

“You must be Julian’s mate,” she says, her grin getting larger. “We didn’t meet properly yesterday. I’m Victoria.”

I reach out my hand. “Hi. I’m Lainey.”

The grin melts off her face as she looks at my outstretched hand. “Would you mind washing that hand first?”

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