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She wanted to deny him in both word and deed and could not find it within her to do either. Zenya was surprised at how quickly her body seemed to be working toward obeying his command. She felt as though erotic energy flashed through her veins only to gather in the sheath he now used for his pleasure. She could feel her body cushioning every bit of his powerful physique as he continued to surge forward, draw back, and push in again. She moaned in rhythm to his thrusting. Nothing had ever felt this good, this complete.

Zenya could feel another climax building. She wanted desperately to hit that pinnacle of pleasure another time, and it seemed so easy for Lucian to call her response forth. Her nipples were painful with an almost unbearable need to be soothed by his mouth. It seemed incongruous to her that she burned with need, and she ached to feel him pinch or tug her nipples. His leisurely surging in and out of her body served to continue to rake her pebbled and sensitive tips with the coarse hair that was lightly dusted across his chest. It did so in the same way that the swollen nub between her legs was pressed and stimulated by the place they were joined.

Once again, Zenya could feel her entire being seize as he drove her toward the abyss of her own desire. Her toes clenched and every muscle in her body contracted. Her legs were now wrapped around his, and her pelvis was tilted at the best possible angle for his cock to rasp the walls of her warm, wet heat. Her pussy began to spasm in the same rhythm as his stroking and then contracted in another powerful climax that caused her to rake her nails down his back as her body shuddered in and tumbled over the abyss in blissful surrender.

Lucian gave a last, ferocious thrust into her depths, and she cried out in ecstasy as she writhed in his hold—her legs trembling and her pussy spasming as it clamped down hard, greedily milking his cock and savoring every bit of pleasure as he held her in his arms. Spent and exhausted, Zenya barely noticed as he withdrew from her body, rolling her to her side, and baring her neck. She scarcely had a moment to realize his intention before it was too late.

Sinking his elongated fangs into the nape of her neck, he bit down savagely, making her pass out from some weird combination of pain, pleasure, and surrender. Her last thought as consciousness slipped from her was that he had won, and there was not a damn thing she could do about it.

CHAPTER 14

LUCIAN

The morning dawned far too soon. He knew he should let her rest; he should have let her rest most of the night, but he hadn’t been able to. How was he supposed to resist the one female he had waited on for so long?

The wait had been worth it. Zenya was every bit as responsive and yielding as he had dreamed she would be.

Several times, she awoke next to him, spooned with her back to his front, crying softly. He’d purred down the link and held her close, comforting her body and soul the best way he knew how. Inevitably, soothing had turned to seduction, and he’d made love to her repeatedly throughout the long night. It had surpassed even his wildest dreams.

Zenya was waking, becoming aware of his presence and what had happened. She began to try and withdraw, pushing at his chest when he rolled her towards him.

“Shh, Zenya, all will be well.”

“No. No. No. Nothing will ever be right again.”

“There, there, sweetheart. You had to have known it would always end this way. We are fated mates.”

“That’s fine and good for you to say, but then you’re not the one who just had a chunk torn out of the nape of her neck and will never be allowed to be anything but the mother of your children and first lady of your clan.”

“That’s not true, sweetheart. You will also be my personal sex toy,” he chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose.

Where the hell was Zaiden? During her first sleep, Zaiden had stuck his head in and grinned like the village idiot, seeing his sister being held in his alpha’s arms. Lucian had mouthed the word ‘morning,’ and then alternated between tending to and fucking his mate.

She tried to draw her balled fist back, but still couldn’t get enough distance between them to make the hit meaningful. He caught her fist easily and twisted her arm behind her back so he could stroke the cleft of her backside as he drew her close to his already hardening cock. God, he couldn’t get enough of her.

He needed Zaiden to ‘catch’ them in bed so that they could spring the trap closed around her. She had made a bet with her brother, and she had failed spectacularly in avoiding him. She had yet to declare her feelings for him, but she had come close more than once—usually either as she climaxed or as she was drifting off to sleep.

His cock was beginning to throb. He needed to be buried deep inside her. He had yet to release his barbs, but he could wait. For now, all he wanted was for her to become as addicted to him as he was to her. She was exquisite, and he knew he could never get enough of her. He would need to make her understand that he meant for her to be available for his pleasure whenever, wherever, and however he wanted. Lucian meant to make up for lost time.

“Leave me alone,” she murmured, her willpower already giving up the ghost.

“We both know you don’t mean that,” he whispered, drawing her close, allowing his hard cock to throb between them.

“Lucian!” Zaiden called.

Thank god!

“Lucian?” Zaiden said again as he opened the door to the alpha’s chambers. He stopped short, feigning surprise. “Well, I can see that I won’t have to go into the next room to wake my sister. Shall I tell the staff they should go ahead and get started on the wedding feast?” He glanced at his watch. “If they get started, we could have the formal bonding ceremony this evening.”

He could feel Zenya stiffening as she caught sight of the look of glee on her brother’s face and what he supposed was the look of triumph on his and sighed. He and Zaiden may have overplayed their hands.

“You bastards—both of you,” she snarled, wrestling loose from him and managing to punch him in the nose before throwing the bedside lamp at her brother.

“Zaiden whatever it is you wanted, it can wait,” said Lucian.

“He didn’t want anything,” growled Zenya. “You set me up, the both of you.”

“I wouldn’t say set you up,” said Lucian, trying to calm her.

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