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“A hellhound,” he supplies at my hesitation. I jerk my head up and look at him with wide eyes. He doesn’t look disgusted or afraid. He looks almost amused. “I haven’t met one before, but once you said marked it all made sense.”

“You know about hellhounds?” I ask, still astonished.

“Yes.” His knuckles brush along my cheek. “And I’m telling you that it’s not possible to mark me.”

“But Cerberus said he—” I cut myself off, replaying the interaction with the guardian. That fucker! He never said he took back the mark, did he? He just said Jack wasn’t marked. Gods! Why didn’t I catch that?! “He said you weren’t marked.”

“Exactly.” He cups the back of my neck and lowers his head towards mine. “I should have known what you were when I saw the figurine on your desk. Especially when you wouldn’t kiss anyone. I can’t believe I didn’t put two and two together.”

He’s talking, but I’m too focused on what he said before that. I shift in his lap so that I’m facing him, thighs on either side of his. “I really can’t mark you?” I ask seriously, hope and longing rising swiftly up inside me. “You swear to me? You know for certain that I can’t? I need you to be absolutely sure.”

“I swear,” he rumbles, looking up at me. “You don’t have to fear—”

I swallow the rest of his words as I press my lips hard against his. It’s awkward because I still have no idea what I’m doing, but pure elation fills me. The fact that I can freely kiss this man without any consequence is overwhelming. My lips begin to tremble as I’m finally able to have something I’ve been denied for a decade.

Jack’s hands cradle my face, thumbs brushing away tears I wasn’t aware fell. When I pull back, he looks me in the eye and gives me a small, knowing smile before tilting my head a little. Then his lips are back on mine, kissing me deeply. He lets me enjoy this simple version before his tongue coaxes my lips apart.

I instantly obey, eager to learn more about this simple act I could never enjoy. When his tongue touches mine, my stomach flutters and desire shoots straight to my core. I hesitantly rub my tongue back along his, and his rumbling growl encourages me. I frame his face in my hands and delve deeper, determined to lick every inch of his mouth. I want to devour him.

When we finally part for air, I do so with a suck to his bottom lip. My chest is heaving as I trace his glistening lip with my pointer finger.

Jack nips at my finger and pushes his hips up against mine. I feel his hard length press against me, and my desire turns to liquid heat. We share a brief look of mutual need before our lips collide together once again.

“Wait,” Jack breaks the kiss and looks at me with utter seriousness despite his panting. “Do you want me to get a condom?”

In response, I reach between us and free his cock from his boxers. I stroke him a few times until he growls against my mouth. Giving in to both our need, I raise up my hips and slowly lower myself, inhaling sharply as each delicious inch sinks into me. Once I’m fully impaled on him, I’m forced to break lip contact as a breathy moan escapes me at the full feeling.

Jack groans and bucks up, driving his erection deeper into me. “Ride me, Valkyrie. Take your pleasure before I rip it from you.”

My nails dig into his shoulders as I do just that. I rock my hips against his, lifting myself up and down to fuck myself on him. I kiss him between moans and pants, not getting nearly enough of his lips.

“I have a new firm demand,” I breathe against his lips.

“Hm?” He looks up at me as his hands grip my hips.

“Now that I have this, you can’t take it away.” I grab his chin, holding it firmly. His pupils dilate at my hold, and I can’t tell if he’s thrilled or feels challenged. Does he want to take control? “Don’t use kisses as punishment.”

Jack’s eyes soften, and he slides his hand up my body until they’re cupping the lower part of my jaw. “I wouldn’t do that. I can see how much it means to you.”

I nod and welcome his lips as they meet mine in a tender caress. “Thank you,” I whisper once we part.

“You don’t need to thank me,” he says against my lips before he presses another soft kiss to them.

Before I can return the kiss, he grabs my waist and switches our positions. My back hits the cold tile of the floor, and Jack’s hot body between my thighs only enhances the shiver that runs down my body. He leans over me, bracing his forearms by my head before driving into me with new vigor. My back arches, thrusting my tits towards his face. He rumbles his approval and flicks his tongue over one of my hardened nipples before sucking it into his mouth.

Gods, this man.

When my back rests against the tile once again, one of his hands fists in my hair and tugs it to the side, exposing my neck to him. His mouth latches on to the skin there, lips, tongue, and teeth marking it as his.

“Valkyrie,” he groans against my neck before releasing my hair. When our eyes meet, his pupils are nearly swallowing the grey of his eyes again. “Play with your breasts in my stead.”

I don’t think twice before obeying his command. I slide my hands to my chest and cup each one before giving them a light squeeze.

“Do you think that’s how I want to touch them?” He asks, stilling his hips so that his cock remains nestled deep within me.

A whine pitches in my throat when he stops his thrusting. I clamp down hard around him, trying to get him to move, but I’m only rewarded with clenched teeth for my efforts.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” Jack slowly begins to slide out from me, and I shake my head.

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