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“Oh don’t worry, love. I have no plans on stopping until you’re completely satisfied and can’t take any more.”

“Oh fuck!” Is he some kind of fucking djinn or something? Can he speak things into being? Because that’s all it takes for me to explode. He completely fucking wrecks me.

As I’m soaring through my orgasm, seeing every color of the rainbow behind my eyes, I feel his lips brush over my neck before he bites me right behind my right ear.

The sensations that shoot through me as he seals his end of our bond spur me to follow suit. As soon as he unlatches his teeth from my skin and licks my wound, I lunge for him. He growls as my teeth dig into the meaty part of his shoulder, marking him as mine forever.

Once I’m satisfied my mark is deep enough, I let go and lick his wound. He looks down at me with sweat glistening on his forehead and the brightest smile I’ve ever seen in my life. He opens his mouth to say something when there's a bang on the door.

“Stop fucking, we got things to discuss!”

King sure knows how to kill the mood.

Chapter 29

KC

Yes, I did just do that. Damn straight, I did. Even though they were fairly quiet thanks to our shifter senses, we knew exactly what they were doing. And it was torturing the rest of us.

None of us are jealous. It's just we got stuff to discuss. Beck and Ivy finally emerge from his room. Thank the goddess they took a shower first. Cree as promised, made lasagna, fresh garlic bread, salads, and three cream pies. He said he wasn't sure which one she would like the most. Poor bastard’s got it bad, but then again, we all do.

Ivy walks into the living area, and the moan she lets out goes straight to my dick. “Oh my Gods, it smells amazing in here. Cree you made all this? By yourself?”

Cree puffs up like a fucking peacock. “Yes I did. I promised you lasagna with fresh garlic bread, and dessert. I didn’t know which cream pie you would like, so I made three.”

Ivy walks up to him as he puts the last pie on the table. She pulls him to her and kisses him.

“Get a room,” Neo teases.

“Nooo! We don’t have time for that,” I growl.

Cree grins and starts down the hallway, dragging Ivy. “Don’t worry, King. I don’t want my first time with our mate to be rushed.”

We all take our seats and pass around the different dishes. I have to give it to Cree, he did a damn good job on dinner. The man was born to cook.

Once we're done with dinner, we take our slices of pie to the giant L-shaped leather couch in front of the big screen TV. Ivy snuggles up to Cree and I can't help but be amazed at how much food she put away, and still has three pieces of pie because she said she wanted to try all of them.

“Ok, start talking. How does your car drive itself?” I ask.

She's finishing up the last couple bites when all the sudden, she drops her fork, and grabs her head. We're all up out of our spots crowding her. She's quiet for a moment, then says, “I'm ok, but back the fuck up. Give me some air for a minute, please.”

We all oblige and step back, but stay within a few steps of her. She gets a far away look on her face for a moment then a look of shock. Then she turns the cutest shade of pink I think I've ever seen.

She stands up, walks over to Cree, bites him right over his left nipple. “Oh fuck!” he practically yells rubbing his chest. Then she walks over to DJ and does the same, getting the same reaction.

Neo ever the smart ass steps up and asks, “Where's mi… oh fuck.” Mid-sentence, she bites him too.

“Ivy, what are you doing?” I can't help but ask.

“We need to complete the bond and we need to do it now,” she says as she rips her shirt off over her head.Oh fuck.

Beck and I stand and watch as the other guys step up, crowding her. “This isn't how it works,” I say, as they all sink their teeth into parts of her neck and shoulder. Two bite her onher collarbone in the front and two on the back of her on the meaty part of her shoulder. It's like a choreographed bite dance.

The moment they all pull back, every one of us drops to one knee, including Ivy. A round of holy fucks goes out, including from myself. “Ok… maybe it does work that way,” I say, as I stand up because the bond just snapped into place for all of us.

We bicker back-and-forth out loud and in our heads. This is going to take some serious getting used to. Finally, I can't wait any longer. “Ok Ivy, why did you do that? It's not… proper.”

“Because I know where Stanley is and I was told to complete our bond or… I don't know why, but they told me I had to.”

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