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The door slammed behind us. Neither of us jumped.

This was good, this was great. It indicated her lack of fear.

My mate was sexy and confident as fuck. I wanted to sink myself so deep in her cunt and claim her body right now. I don’t think I had the strength.

I stood still, and when I swallowed; I felt my throat move from top to bottom.

Juniper walked around me, placing her hand on my chest and dragging it around my body to my back. That was when she let go and walked to the other side of the room.

The mirrors lining one side of the room allowed me to observe her effortlessly, without the need to shift my gaze. The presence of a nearby mirror heightened the sight of her captivating movements. Her every subtle gesture amplified, fueling the erotic atmosphere that enveloped us.

She grabbed a chair and dragged it back to where I was at. She sashayed her hips as she walked back to me, knowing damn well what it was doing to me.

The chair clanged as she set it behind me.

She stood on her toes and whispered in my ear. “Sit, please.”

I didn’t hesitate. I sat in the chair and she cut off the lights, leaving only the faint glow of my mate's body.

The clicking of her shoes came closer until she stood in front of me. Instead of sitting on my lap, she straddled me, keeping herpussy away from my erection. I cursed her for not putting her pussy next to my cock.

Juniper tightly seized the back of my hood, forcefully yanking it and inadvertently tugging my hair. A low, guttural groan escaped my lips as I savored the bittersweet sensation, relishing in the tingling pain. My tongue darted out, moistening my lips, as I indulged in the moment.

She leaned forward and her lips grazed mine. “There is only one rule, Grim Reaper.” She rubbed her pussy over my cock.

Praise Rhea.

“You cannot touch me. Only I may touch you.”

Well, fuck.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Thanatos

Juniper sauntered across the room, the rhythmic clicking of her heels echoing through the silence. Her slender fingers delicately manipulated the computer, causing the speakers to flicker on and off in response. The room filled with the tantalizing melody of a song being loaded onto a playlist, enticing my senses. As I watched her, a surge of desire coursed through me, making my body ache with a painful longing.

Her legs, although thick and curvy, were full of muscle. I saw the strength in them, and I wanted nothing more than to have her legs wrapped around my head and have her cunt buried into my face.

I groaned, squeezing myself through my robes.

It didn’t seem fair; my fingertips longed to brush against her skin. This was her realm, where she thrived. She exudedconfidence, navigating effortlessly through these encounters. Her every move was calculated, honed through rigorous training. I, on the other hand, felt like a novice, unsure of my footing in this unfamiliar territory.

I couldn’t touch her, and at least a rule like that existed when she worked at the fucking club, but right now I loathed the damn rule.

She delicately tapped on the keyboard, the soft clicking sound echoing in the room. With her leg gracefully draped over the chair, she caressed her smooth skin from her slender ankle to her supple thigh. Her eyes, hidden behind layers of mascara, peeked at me, teasingly. The delicate touch of her made-up persona was slowly consuming me, like a slow and inevitable demise.

I fisted my robes, trying to maintain my composure. I would not come beneath my robes. I needed to even the playing field.

As my treasure turned away, her hair flowed like a waterfall down her back, shimmering in the light, accentuating her radiant figure. The sight stirred a deep desire within me, my senses heightened, and my anticipation grew.

Fuck, she picked the damn perfect outfit to show off her supple ass.

I curled my lip. It had me thinking I needed the same. All she has seen me wear was my ill-fitting robes and a hood over my head. What if I–wore something different?

Juniper sashayed her hips to the sway to the beat. I couldn’t tell you who was singing what beat or rhythm she was bouncing and swaying too. All I could pay attention to was how her body moved and it was damn hypnotic how her legs and arms moved in sync in rhythm.

She stayed in tune, her movements caressing my eyes, her graceful strides captivating my gaze, tempting me to rise and experience her presence. I sat there, immersed in my freshlyadorned clothing, eagerly awaiting the moment she would turn around and behold my transformed appearance.

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