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He pecked a sweet kiss to my jawline and held himself there, so close that his eyelashes tickled my cheek. He hadn’t come yet, and I was still building up to my second climax. But talking about this, about us, it didn’t ruin the moment. If anything, it brought us closer.

And I relished it.

He took a shaky breath, and the muscles in his body went tight. “And if you somehow still want me as your mate after knowing what you do, you can mark me.”

Tilting his head, he exposed the section of his throat where Thomas Knight’s mark marred his skin, offering his neck to me.

“Even if I don’t feel right taking you as my own officially, you can have me. The least I can give you is that.”

Chapter fifty-six

Bloody Union

Foronemomentthatseemed to last forever, I stared at the bite scar on Sterling’s throat.

He really was a beautiful man, and even though every inch of his body was gorgeous, his neck was among his best physical features, right up there with his cock, and his eyes. His throat was all sinewy muscle and dark veins, wrapped up in flawless ivory skin.

The only imperfection was his ruined crucifix tattoo and that damn mark, the physical proof of my father’s abuse.

And here he was, asking me to place my own, right there, smack on top of it.

I felt like I was in a dream, that maybe I had blacked out and imagined this going almost exactly how I wanted it to. By offering himself to me like this, he was giving me more than his blood.

Since he was still buried inside me, biting him now would mean the wound would become a permanent fixture on his flesh.

Mymating mark.

Not only would it be visible for everyone to see, but my scent would be woven with his, alerting everyone in the coven that he was mine.

Mine.

Forever.

For an immortal vampire, forever was a pretty damn long time.

It was amazing that Sterling was making such a commitment to me after having known me for only one night. The obvious reasoning for his decision was that my mark had to be better than carrying my father’s. Maybe that was part of it. But deep down, I knew there was more to it than that.

This,us, as insane as it was, it felt right. Now, if only Sterling would claim me in return, everything would be perfect. Still, the fact that he wanted my mark was enough to make the monster that had been dormant inside me stir back to life.

My breath came out in short pants as I gazed up at him, my eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement. I didn’t want to lose myself to my youngblood instincts, not when we were attached like this, not when he was offering me something I desperately wanted. I didn’t want to give him any reason to change his mind.

My cheeks torched with heat that quickly sunk straight to where we were connected. Squirming beneath him, I wiggled my hips to encourage him to keep fucking me. Taking the cue, he picked up his pace again, pumping into me with harder thrusts. His grip on my hips went from gentle to bruising, and he bared his teeth with a guttural growl rumbling up from his chest.

One minute he had been the most gentle, attentive lover, and the next, his hands had turned rough and his movements battering. It was almost like he was trying to coax out that dark, savage part of me. And God—or whatever deity was brave enough to spy on this debauchery—help me because it was working.

I was losing it.

Gritting my teeth, I braced myself against the assault of his pelvis against mine. Sterling really could read me like a damn book because I was a sucker for pain like this, that intimate torture that pushed me higher and higher to that promise of yet another euphoric explosion.

Sterling didn’t slow his pace at all, and there was no end in sight. He had the stamina of a freaking god. His lips came crashing down over mine in an earth-shattering kiss, making me take his tongue into my mouth as he fucked me.

The sear of his cock slamming home into my core, the clean and salty taste of him on my taste buds, the heat in his eyes, the slide of his throat against my jaw as he broke our kiss to nip my ear. The twitch of his veins buried beneath marble-smooth flesh, andfuck, the scent of him.

It was all too much.

“Losing control…” I managed to hiss through clenched teeth.

“Good. Let your darkest instincts out to play, love.” When I opened my mouth to protest, he gripped my chin and forced my gaze to his, lights dancing in his ghostly gaze. “Don’t worry, I can handle you and whatever else your youngblood manners throw at me.”

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