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“How’d you guess?” Enzo began climbing up the fire escape to the apartment.

“Your grandparents warned me.” Tate rubbed his chin. “They told me where she lived and to be ready to help bring you both to the apartment. I’ll let the pack know you have her. Most of them have returned to the pack. Your father is temporary alpha until you guys are ‘finished’.”

Enzo snorted. Yeah, his dad wasn’t going to be happy about that. His dad had been looking forward to retirement, and here his son was, claiming his mate and taking a few days to discover every part of her body. He was reasonably young to find his mate so quickly, but by gods, he was thankful for it.

“Thanks.” Enzo waved off Tate, who climbed down the fire escape to get away from the two wolves. Tate was done with that.

“Now, where were we?” Enzo pushed open the apartment door and slung Pamela on the bed that lay on the floor covered in decorative pillows. His mark was bright red on her skin, and he puffed out his chest again.

“Right,” Pamela purred. “My turn.” She crawled forward, her ass sticking out. Her hand gripped his cock, licking the time. She hummed to herself as she tasted the salty treat.

Fuck, Enzo didn’t know how long he would last. Her little catlike licks had him gripping his thighs.

Pamela had pushed him to the bed in one big swoop, his back to the headboard. Her tongue swirling around the head of his throbbing cock she wrapped her warm mouth around him.

Enzo grunted, his fingers piercing through the delicate fabrics of the bed. “Oh shit, oh shit,” he hissed between his fangs. Pamela let go with a pop, Enzo’s eyes flashing yellow with his wolf.

Again Pamela descended, played with him, toyed with his mouth moving up and down his shaft only to stop right before Enzo came. Enzo groaned in protest, pushing her head back on his cock as she tried to leave it for the third time.

His fingers tangled in her hair, pushing her lower until she gagged. Fuck, something about her gagging on his engorged dick did something to him. Letting his hand go, her head popped up, her hair a tangled mess, and her tits swayed behind that mess of hair.

Crawling toward him, she placed her pussy on top of his cock. Enzo’s breath hitched, watching his cock slowly disappear into her pussy as she steadied herself with her hands on his shoulders.

“Yes,” he hissed, leaning his head back on the headboard. Pamela went slow, enjoying every squirm and movement from her mate.

“You like this pussy?” Enzo nodded his head frantically, barely able to look at her. Pamela’s confidence shined through. The sigma in her was ready for this, prepared to mark her claim.

Slapping his thigh with her hand, he sat up straight, his eyes now trained on her. “Then watch me have my way with you.” Pamela began to bounce, and they both groaned in delight as her perky tits bounced in Enzo’s face. He grabbed one, pinching, pulling while his other hand tried to rub around the engorged clit between her thighs.

“You’re going to kill me,” Enzo barely got out until Pamela’s teeth morphed into her fangs. Pamela’s wolf surfaced before she planted her thick fangs into his shoulder.

Enzo roared with pleasure, his pulsing cock spewing his cum inside her. Pamela wasn’t far behind, her orgasm shaking her to the very core of her being as their souls wrapped around each other.

They panted, their haze barely fading as Enzo had Pamela fall with him to the side. Their bodies tangled together, his cock still pulsing in her tight channel.

Pamela licked his wound, and his arms came around her body, keeping him fully implanted into her. Enzo had decided they would sleep now but wake her in an hour to do it all over again.

Enzo had Pamela, and Pamela had Enzo. Their strong wolves together as one mighty force to be reckoned with once they traveled to the Blue Eclipse pack.

Chapter 37

Sebastian

“I’mdying.”Christine,whodrank like a messy fangling, slumped into my shoulders as she licked the last remnants of my blood. Blood dripped down into my brand new white dress shirt, and her fingers were embedded into the fabric, causing it to wrinkle.

This was why I wanted to feed her back in our room, but as many humans would say, shit hit the fan. “Come on, Bella, let’s get you back to the house and clean you up,” I muttered in her ear.

“No,” she said, muffled into my shoulder. “Just let me die here.” I shook my head, unable to understand why she was having such trouble getting up, but then I recalled the first time I went too long without feeding.

She is blood drunk.

She was damn drunk off my blood by drinking far too much. Christine had done a fine job steadying herself as she drank, partially because she thought she would take too much from me. Vampires regenerate far too quickly for that to ever happen, but her delicate heart couldn’t understand that.

“Carry me,” she whined as she flopped her head to the side. “I’ve been thoroughly roughed up, and I can’t walk. I think you bruised my lady parts.” Chuckling, I sat her up, fixing her top and the bra that haphazardly sat above her breasts. Once her top was fixed, her half-lidded eyes fluttered, and she leaned in for a not-so-graceful kiss.

“Owie.” We both rubbed our noses since she head-butted our faces. “I can’t control my movements.” I rolled my eyes, half smiling at how ridiculous she sounded. Christine had already been drunk in front of me once before, and now here she was again, acting like a loon.

“I hope I haven’t been bonded to a lush,” I chided. Standing my beloved up, I straightened her skirt along with her panties that were barely covering anything. My mouth ticked in amusement, watching her puffy pink pussy so swollen.

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