Page 58 of Happily Ever Bitten (Underworld Royals 2)

Yet she’d taken all my control.

I’d never been so fascinated before in my entire life, and I was so fucking turned on I could barely see. Her ecstasy was all that mattered. Her claim. Her life. Her touch. Her pussy milking my cock. Her shallowing breaths. Her fight.

Fuck, it was too much.

Too intense.

Too damn perfect.

I was absolutely hers, just as she was mine, and I refused to let her go. We’d just committed our souls together in a bond neither of us would ever break, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

She swallowed once more, finally releasing me. I struck her neck, a dying man starved for the taste of his woman, and bit into her pulse on a rush of rapture that filled us both.

Zaya screamed, her nails drawing blood down my back, her hips lifting to meet mine as I slammed into her.

Mine.

Mine.

Fucking mine.

Our voices mingled in our heads, both of us chanting the same damn words, blended with cries of bliss and pain and the sweetest agony imaginable. Her essence coated my throat, our joint pleasure bathed my cock, her soul danced with mine, and underneath it all, my heart beat for her. Only her. Forever her.

“Again,” she demanded, her voice a hoarse rasp that had my balls tightening in anticipation.

“Again,” I agreed.

She’d wrung me dry, and yet I was still hard for her. Still ready. Still overcome by intense need.

So I took us both to new heights, drawing blood, leaving bruises, mating our spirits in an eternal dance, and vowing myself to her for always.

A dangerous coupling.

Defying all the rules.

Breaking all my vows.

And yet, nothing in my life had ever felt so right.

I’d made a choice—Zaya. My warrior. My future.

There was no regret. No second guesses. Only a lasting sense of promise as we both fell into a deep sleep, sated and exhausted, forever bound.

This was why I never took her, I realized sometime later that night. I knew this would happen. She’s always been mine…

Mmm, hot. So, so hot.

I snuggled into the source of heat, inhaling the spicy scent of man. My man. My Grigory. I recognized him, his essence flowing over me and through me and claiming me all over again, even while I slept.

His arm tightened around my lower back, holding me closer, his lips whispering across my forehead. “Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep.

I smiled, loving that tone. “Morning.” Although, I suspected it might be afternoon in this world. I really couldn’t tell. We’d lost a lot of time in this bed, but I didn’t regret a second of it.

“Hungry?” Grigory asked, that deep rumble music to my ears.

“A little bit,” I replied, kissing his throat and working a path downward to his cock. I hadn’t really tasted him yet, not in the way it counted. “I’ll just have you for breakfast.”

He hummed in approval, releasing me to roll to his back. I followed him with my mouth, my tongue tracing his abdomen as I opened my eyes to watch his reaction, then froze at the red haze surrounding him.

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