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“Yours,” I reassure him with a sigh.

He makes a purely animal sound and hikes up my dress. “I need to be inside my regina,” he rasps, his movements jerky with need. “I need to claim you again.”

Breathless, I let him rip my thong in two before his hand slides down my new leg. “Leg up or down, beautiful?”

“Um…down.”

He swivels me around and I press my cheek against the wall as the sound of his zip coming down makes my pussy weep with joy. Scythe bands one hand around my hips to find my clit, and on the other, he spits, rubbing his cock before easing it into me.

“My perfect woman,” he says, voice haggard. “My perfect regina.”

Gasping his name as his girth finds me, I grind against his hand and cock. “Never leave me again,” I pant.

Scythe’s other hand stabilises my new leg. “Never,” he agrees. He fucks me hard and fast then, desperate, stuttering strokes that make me cry out.

Someone walks past us with a small cough—a doctor, I think—but neither of us care, too caught up in each other.

My shark grunts, thrusting hard enough that he has to hold me in place against the hard plane of his body. I take it all with relish, letting him fuck away my dark, troubled thoughts. Teeth scrape my shoulder as he lifts me up completely. Mypower searches for his, and his cold waves penetrate my insides, demanding union, demanding that he claim me.

I look at him over my shoulder and find his eyes are wild with desire as he captures my mouth.

The vision of Scythe Kharkorous losing control because of me makes me come and I scream, leaning back into him and squeezing my eyes shut as I feel all of him inside me. My muscles contract and Scythe growls into my shoulder, lifting me off the floor and violently emptying himself into me with each grunting thrust.

“Give me all of it,” I moan, contracting around him again. “I need all of it.”

“All of what?” he demands into my ear. “Tell me what you need.”

“All your cum,” I moan. “Give me all your cum, Scythe.”

He stills as he finishes, both of us panting against each other. Eventually, he slides me down his body so my shoes touch the floor once again.

“You mean everything to me.” He kisses me much more softly now, his tongue exploring my mouth, taking care of me as he always does. I stroke his chin and he melts into my touch. “I needed that, regina,” he whispers against my mouth.

Heat floods my face like it always does when Scythe is being sweet. “I did too.”

“Next time you come up with an insane plan,” he smiles and it stuns me for a moment. “I want in on it. I was born for a little insanity.”

My breath feels haggard. Perhaps the weight of long, isolated years finally dropping off my shoulders. “I don’t want to keep things from you any more.”

“Thank the Goddess for that. Promise me we’ll scheme together from now on.”

It’s my turn to smile. The image of us both bent over a table, pointing at papers under a spotlight flashing through my mind. “I promise.”

He tugs my dress back in place and brushes my hair off my temples. Then he bends down and picks up my thong, pocketing it. Without a word, he takes my hand and kisses the back of it, before we continue on into the medical centre.

Chapter 92

Xander

Once Upon a Dream From “Maleficent” — Lana Del Rey

Aurelia returns to a private dinner in our suite full of Scythe’s cum. I can practically hear it as she hobbles towards the dining table, her leg more mobile after the physio, but in more pain. Savage picks her up and whirls her around before showing her the food he’s demanded from the kitchen. Lyle makes her a plate, and she sits in Savage’s lap, tucking a serviette into his T-shirt, fulfilling her promise to feed him tonight.

I watch jealously as Savage kisses her between the breasts as she cuts up his steak and feeds it to him with her bare fingers.

It’s then that I catch Lyle staring at me, his lion’s eyes sizing me up like he wants to eat me for his dinner. He looks like he wants to rip my throat apart first.

Giving him a knowing nod, I continue to eat my meat and vegetables. I miss Selena. I miss the hatchlings and Mother. Our night time meetings in the family drawing room without Father were some of my happiest moments amongst the darkness of being there. Glancing at Aurelia, I wonder if she secretly missesmy family too. If she thinks about Delilah and Emmerson and the way Emmerson forced me to play cards with her. The way Delilah clung to her after the kidnap attempt.

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