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“I’d like to bite you now.”

He laughed. A full “ha ha ha” not just his normal chuckle. “Is that you asking for permission?”

My head tilted back, fangs dropping. “Uh-huh.”

He stretched his neck toward me. “Help yourself.” I was fang-deep before he even said “your.”

On a scale of bagged and reheated cup blood, to willing, fresh donor blood, I’d give Julian’s blood a fuckingnectar of the god’s score.

I groaned against his neck as his cock rubbed against all my sensitive parts. Julian’s blood slid down my throat, warm and rich and somehow right. I pulled away quickly, pushing my hair to the side, and offered him the same.

And that’s when it occurred to me. I wasn’t simply overrun with the need to bite Julian.

We were going through the bonding steps all over again.

Julian broke free of my grip and grabbed me by the hips, blurring us into a reversal. He slammed me against the wall so hard the plaster flaked off in clouds around me.

Julian smirked. “Your gaze never goes fully black until I’ve worked myself out of your traps and overpowered you. You don’t realize how goddamn sexy that is, that you ask me to prove myself worthy of you every time we fuck.” He slid his nose up my neck, and I grabbed at the back of his head, forcing him closer. I hooked a knee around his hip, pressing myself against his incredible hardness.

Julian dragged the tips of his fangs up the sensitive flesh of my neck and ripped my pants off my legs. Underwear too.

His fangs entered my flesh deliciously slowly, and my body arced into his, but instead of rubbing against his cock, Julian’s finger circled my clit.

The double sensation made me cry out, and Julian’s whole body rumbled in appreciation.

He drank from me, slow and deliberate, taking his time, before finally pulling away and dropping to his knees.

I shook my head. I didn’t want oral. I wanted to get fucked.

The glimmer in his gaze told me he knew exactly what I was asking for, but he was going to do exactly what he wanted with me.

I mean, how could I complain about that?

“Don’t tell me no, Eden. I don’t like being told no.”

A thrill shot up through my spine, into my skull. Julian told me exactly what I needed to do.

I blurred away, snagging him by the middle, which was harder than I thought it would be since he was so low to the ground, and spun him around so he was once again against the wall.

I smoothed my palm up his leg, committing every muscled curve and bulge to memory before stopping at his waistband and ripping his trousers off just like he’d ripped my jeans.

“Every time you destroy my clothes, I’m making you buy me two in replacement.” I palmed the front of his boxer-briefs, my mouth actually watering at the feel of his thick, rock-hard cock.

Julian’s eyes closed, lips falling open as I stroked him. “I am a king, Eden. I’ll buy you an atelier if you want.”

I didn’t. I was only interested in getting to that cock of his.

I slid his boxers down, smiling as he boing’ed out at me.

My mouth flooded.

Ms. Puss did too.

I sank to my knees and grabbed Julian’s shaft roughly, right at the base. He groaned as I circled his tip with my tongue, lapping up the salty pre-cum. I gave the head one last long lick, then swallowed him down, taking him deep into my throat.

Julian cursed under his breath.

I hadn’t used that trick on him yet.

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