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He lowers his beautiful head as he fucks me harder, his cruel mouth latching onto my nipple. The threat of his sharp teeth makes me cry out and clench around his invading cock, my clit throbbing in time with my pounding heart. His teeth pierce my skin, drawing blood, but pleasure still rocks through me as he sucks my nipple. He turns his head and abuses my other bud until my eyes roll back in my head, and an orgasm rips through me.

My cunt clenches around his cock as I ride out the waves of pleasure, shaking against him from the force.

When my vision returns, it’s to see him right in front of me, my blood staining his teeth.

“Delicious,” he hisses, more beast than man as his hips drive into mine, the slap of our skin loud over the thundering shower. He fucks me through my release, building my pleasure once more, but a noise has my head falling back in confusion.

My eyes widen as blood bubbles on the crack in the ceiling, and then it slides down the shower walls, turning everything red. It drips over us until we are coated in it, and yet we don’t stop.

The shower spray itself turns red.

Blood is all I taste and see, red obscuring my vision as he drives into me until the tile behind us cracks and the room seems to shake.

No, the Earth is sensing his power.

It should terrify me, but I drag him closer and sweep my tongue up his throat, tasting the blood as I drive myself down, taking him deeper.

In this moment, I’m not Tate Havelock or a hunter. I am not even a survivor.

I’m just his woman.

He claims my body, his cock hitting so deep I will never get rid of the feel of him, but it’s clear it isn’t enough for him as something expands inside me. My eyes widen as I meet his gaze. Something moves and wiggles, growing from his cock, and slides deeper inside me, anchoring in my womb as he drives into me. It’s unnerving, yet it feels so fucking good, my eyes cross and I beg for more. That thing inside me grows until he can barely move, just rocking his hips until there is not one inch of room left in me. It hurts so badly, it feels good.

The wiggling sensation only increases as his cock swells and his head drops forward as he sinks his sharp teeth into my neck. He drives into me once more, pushing himself so far inside me, I shatter again.

An orgasm rips through me, alarming me with its strength, and I squirt around him. My blood mixes with the crimson liquid dripping everywhere, my cunt milking him and that thing inside me.

His teeth slip from my neck as he pulls me deeper onto him, my cunt still tightening around his length.

He throws his head back and he roars like a beast as he pumps me full of his cum. His seed comes in a never-ending stream that fills me so abundantly, I know I’ll never get him out of me.

He holds me in place as blood continues to rain down on me, and then he tilts his head forward, his dark eyes meeting mine, and despite the incredible abuse he just put me through, he kisses me softly as I whimper.

“Mistress,” he murmurs. “Mine.”

“Yours,” I rasp. Every inch of my body should hurt, but if anything, I feel great.

I feel reborn.

I don’t know what the fuck just happened, but I want it again.

No wonder tempests are worshipped.

CHAPTER 32

Everything is . . .messy.

I hate messy.

After reading over the latest report on Black and his team, I close it and pinch my nose, knowing sooner or later, Tate will be back. Black and his team have been out of control for so long, I was growing desperate. I needed to stop them, but as a commander, I am bound by duty and laws. I needed someone who could move silently and stealthily, giving me the evidence I needed. I knew Tate Havelock was perfect the first moment I met her, and I also knew it wouldn’t be easy, but I never imagined Black would take it this far.

I should have, but I didn’t. I underestimated him, and because of it, she nearly died. I blame myself, and maybe that’s why I’m blocking her from going after him, but I know I can’t stop her forever, nor would I want to. It will only end once Black is gone. This is my whole purpose, the whole reason I am here, and Tate will be my weapon, carving away the dead, infected flesh of the hunters and remaking them into the grand warriors they used to be.

I cannot protect her forever, nor should I try because if there is one thing I know, it’s that Tate Havelock needs no man’s protection, nor does she want it.

As if my thoughts have summoned her, a portal rips open in front of my desk and Tate stalks out, followed by a merry bunch of monsters. Blinking incredulously, I glance at Ronan as he floats to sit on my desk. He raises his brows as if to say he doesn’t have a clue either.

I scan the newcomers in the group. It seems my angel has been very busy collecting a new team. Good, she will need it. I refuse to underestimate Black again, but it’s not just Black I will need her help with. The hunters need to be cleansed from the inside out, and to do that, I need people who are willing to darken their souls and hands with the blood of their brethren.

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