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“No,” I answered honestly. I’d never thought having children was a possibility for me. Why would I want to drag someone innocent into my messed-up life?

Maybe that might’ve changed with Deke, but I would never know.

Deke reached for me again. Rather than putting my hand on him, he hauled my whole body up until I straddled him. His grunt mixed with my moan when his hardness pressed against my soaked sex.

“I wasn’t done talking yet,” I protested—though not that fervently.

“Made a promise, and I intended to keep it.”

“Which was?”

“That I’d make it up to you next time.”

I didn’t bother to tell him that it was unnecessary. That there was nothing to make up for because he’d already given me more pleasure than I’d had in my entire life combined. I kept my mouth shut.

When it came to Deke, I would greedily take anything and everything he had to give.

He palmed the back of my head and pulled my mouth to meet his. With my ass in the air, he reached his other hand around to slide his fingers through my wetness from behind. He froze suddenly, and I thought it was his turn for revenge.

Turnabout being fair play—and a fun cycle of teasing.

But then his eyes narrowed. “The night in the woods, I asked if you were in danger, and you said no.”

“I wasn’t. Even then, I somehow knew you would protect me.”

He shifted me until his cock lined up with my core. In one brutal, vicious drive, he thrust up into me at the same time he yanked me down to meet him.

My neck arched, my scream coming out as a soundless wheeze.

“Next time,” he grunted, setting an intense pace. “I’ll make it up to you next time.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

EYES LIKE FIRE

DEKE

“Ready?”

After having my mate in my arms—in mybed—the whole night, the last thing I wanted to do was go see my siblings. Not when there were so many places left on her perfect body to kiss.

Taste.

Mark.

Un-fucking-fortunately, Nate had been correct. There was a lot to discuss.

Aurora looked up at me from where she sat on the couch.

Christ, she’s beau?—

My thoughts were interrupted by her loud cry, and my muscles tensed, ready to fight whatever was behind me.

“Your eyes.” She jumped up and closed the distance between us. “I didn’t notice them this morning.” Her cheeks burned red, but her lids went hooded. “It was dark in the bedroom, and my thoughts were otherwise occupied. Didn’t you see them in the mirror after your shower?”

“Mirror was fogged up. What is it?”

But she was already dragging me through the apartment to the bathroom.