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I was his, always had been. He was my first, and he made sure that I knew he was going to be here until the never-coming end. His body was meant to fit mine, and mine his.
The second orgasm hit me out of nowhere. I inhaled sharply before his hand tightened and the air was stuck in my lungs, my own hand scratching at his forearm uncontrollably. My pussy clamped down around his cock and he stilled with a raspy moan, pupils expanding in his swirling red irises. Warmth burst out inside me with his orgasm and I could see my reflection shining bright in his admiring eyes.
Slowly, his hand let go of my throat to grab onto the back of my head, fingers sliding in my hair, and his mouth crushed against mine in a deep, slow kiss.
We weren’t like that for long before I heard someone cursing and Dimitri lifted his face toward the sound in a sharp motion. The grin stretching his lips was wicked.
“The fuck are you two doing on that counter? I fucking eat there.”
Carter sounded pissed. But Dimitri only smiled wider before giving me another slow thrust and bringing his mouth back to my neck.
He bit down, piercing the skin and licking sensually at my blood.
It didn’t hurt. It never did.
I moaned again as he groaned in pleasure against my skin, my back arching against him in need. Need for more. More of this agonizing pleasure. More ofhim.
Dimitri almost never indulged in his inherited blood cravings, except when it was related to sex and intimacy.
Or trying to piss another Divine off, apparently.
A door slammed in the background, but Dimitri greedily licked a few more times at the blood pouring from my neck before lifting his face and kissing me again.
When he pulled back, he leaned his forehead against mine, chuckling softly.
“This asshole is going to burst from jealousy alone.”
Chapter 24
Lola
My curiosity wasn’t enough anymore for me not to regret accepting Arc’s invitation—or rathersummoning.
Here I was, standing next to a disheveled and smirking Dimitri under the door frame, while all three of them stared at us with various expressions on their faces.
My Nephilim hadnotbothered to find new clothes, and his dark shirt was hanging open as most of the buttons had been ripped out, showing everyone we passed on the way his sculpted chest and the over fifteen hundred years old mark of his binding promise to me. Good thing his dress pants were black and there was no visible stain on his crotch from the moment he rubbed himself between my legs…
If his dumbfounded smile, messy hair, and the claw marks on his chest, neck, and arms didn’t scream what happened, the glow and scent of my skin definitely did.
My throat bobbed as Arc’s nostrils flared, his pupils expanding in his eyes. Dimitri didn’t seem to mind Carter’s murderous eyes and fists tightening on the table. But Carrie’s smile looked absolutely oblivious to the sudden tension bursting through the roof the second she opened the door.
“Right on time!” she beamed.
I gave her a curt nod, burying my surprise at her happy tone. I’d have to get used to the fact that she didn’t actually hate me.
Dimitri chuckled next to me before he mumbled, “No matter how much I tried not to.”
A blush crept up my neck as my eyes widened, meeting Arc and Carter’s gazes in hope they didn’t hear him.
He would’ve definitely gone for a second round if not for this meeting we were supposed to attend.
Not sure I would have argued against it.
It seemed my self-control was worth shit. Not even a day earlier, I had told him that we were going to remain platonic.
What happened on that kitchen counter? Yeah, not platonicat all.
“Please, have a seat.”
