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Cybil drew in a slow breath and glared at the two of them. Who was she? Why was she still there? Why was he holding her like that?

Fury burned through her chest as she narrowed her stare on the woman. She didn’t belong here. And Cybil wanted her gone.

Her anger quickly turned to sadness as she backed out of the room, afraid and unwilling to return to her own. She wouldn’t sleep. She didn’t want to chance another dream.

Sliding down the wall, she lowered her body to the floor. Let him find her there and know that she saw him with that woman. She wanted him to feel what she felt now.

Cain was hers. Since moving to the farm, Dane had been different, preoccupied with other interests and acting silly whenever Gracie came around. He no longer took time to play with her or read to her or do any of the other things they used to do as brother and sister. She was angry with him. But Cain was different.

Cain played and made her laugh. He always took interest in what she liked. He cared about her, was good to her, and would never hurt her. But he might abandon her. That woman in his bed might take him away and then Cybil would have no one.

Her brow pinched as she stared hard at the floor and softly mouthed his name, Cain.

She wanted that woman gone.

CHAPTER 24

Cain awoke with a feeling of peace at finding Destiny still in his arms, but that peace quickly transformed to dread. She’d stayed longer than permitted and today would be her last day on the farm.

Where had this attachment come from? He found an ease with Destiny he’d not experienced with other females. Perhaps this was another attempt at self-sabotage. She was a mortal. He couldn’t keep her. Once the bishop dealt with her, she would have no lingering memory of him and their time would be over. Forever.

He drew her closer, as if his hold could somehow prolong the inevitable. The sheets left imprints on her skin and a trail from his rough kisses left her flesh rosy and her lips swollen—all tells of mortal vulnerability. He nibbled her shoulder and snuggled closer to her warm, plush curves.

His mind replayed images of the previous night. He grinned at the memory of her shyness and loved how impulsive she grew the moment he convinced her of his attraction. He didn’t understand her insecurity or doubt but respected her reluctance to trust as he, too, trusted no one.

The blended scent of her arousal and his lingered in the air. Tightening his arm around her and drawing her near, he shut his eyes and savored the feel of her in his arms. Her breasts spilled over his hands as his touch drifted lower, caressing the smooth, inviting heat between her thighs.

His body stiffened at the memory of her taste and a different hunger awakened. It had been some time since he last fed and he needed to see to his needs, but he was reluctant to leave the warmth of her body, hoping to have her once more before she left his bed. Left his life.

His hand curled over the curve of her hip and glided upward, teasing her supple breasts. The nipple rested in his palm, soft and flat, as he slowly teased her skin to life. Her back arched as she moaned, eyes still closed but her mind and body coming awake.

His nose nuzzled her throat, burrowing beneath all that wild hair until his lips found her pulse. He kissed softly, teasing her with a delicate nip of his teeth. “There is nothing as sweet as finding you here, still in my arms, still welcoming to my touch,” he whispered, nudging his cock against the tight crevice of her thighs. “Show me how sweet you can be, Destiny. I want inside of you.”

Her legs parted, and he found heaven. The slick heat of her arousal guided his hard flesh as he sank his length into her. The tight fit of her body awakened true satisfaction inside of him, and he took a moment to savor her hold as he seated himself to the hilt.

He liked to be in control. Destiny understood that and didn’t challenge him. Her surrender ignited his passion and drove him mad with lust.

“You give yourself over so prettily to my command, yet you do so with your own free will. It’s such a show of strength and beauty, surrender and confidence.” He thrust harder, turning his body to cover hers in a show of total domination.

She arched, hitching her hips and bending so he could fully take her. Gripping her wrists, he stretched her arms overhead, and pressed his cock deeper, making sure she took every inch of him. Her full lips parted as she gasped, her eyes still closed, and her face a picture of pure tranquility.

If someone would have told him this mouthy, stubborn reporter could become so docile, he would have taken her to bed weeks ago. Her independence hid this submissive side of her well. She could be serene then frantic in her lust. When she wasn’t hiding beneath an insecure façade, she was more open and honest than any lover he’d known. When she found her confidence, she took what she wanted, and he enjoyed meeting her needs.

His mouth closed over her shoulder, the sharp edge of his fang teasing down her back as his hunger roared for a taste of her. She was a temptation he hated to resist, an obsession he wanted to savor with every deadly sin.

His gluttonous desires filled him with impatience. It was only a matter of time before another pleasure would be taken away from him. His insatiable lust to possess her drove him wild with intense need.

Flipping her to her back, he drove into her. Big brown eyes looked up at him, glazed with lust and full of intimate secrets he hadn’t meant to permit. A heady, powerful sense of rightness filled him. Holding such command over a woman could intoxicate even the most fortified male. She was a drug, a drink, the most poisonous poetry with a mouth made of sin and wine, and he was quickly growing addicted to her.

“You’re insatiable.” Her hand cupped his jaw as she leaned up and kissed him. “You must have slept well.”

“I slept sounder than I have in months.” His transparency surprised him as much as his preference for her kisses. She was breaking down his guards, stealing little touches when he was the one meant to be in control.

His hand closed around her throat, anchoring her to the bed. She didn’t startle or even gasp. She simply submitted, her compliance driving him mad with wanting.

This was a Destiny he could manage. He would much rather pass his hours between a gorgeous woman’s thighs than out in the cold woods chasing his hairy uncle. Let the others have their true called mates. Cain would take his pleasure elsewhere. He’d have his freedom and independence, while the others spent an eternity tied down.

But he didn’t want just anyone. He wanted her. It was her beauty that attracted him, her strength and her devotion to his pleasure. She wasn’t like other females, and his chest ached at the thought of letting her go.

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