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the scent of her cunt over me like a fucking trophy. But I wanted her forever, which meant I

would do this right.

“Skin,” I groaned, “I need more of your skin.”

Our eyes met and held and after a moment, her fingers moved to her top, where the

buttons begin. It’s tight though, unmoving. Her nostrils flared, irritation settling over both of us

as I shifted her again. Her body brushed over the ache of my cock as she moved. “Hand,” she whispered, gripping the one I raised for her. She kissed my palm before

holding it up. “I need your claws.”

I tilted my head but obeyed, my dark claws slipping free. Bailey’s eyes are dark as she

slowly, carefully brings my index finger to the collar of her top. And then, with incredible

control, she pressed my claw there, letting the sharp edge slice open the fabric until I could see

the beautiful curve of her breasts as she panted.

When she released me, there was so much more skin there. The line of her collarbones. The

plump breasts that are barely contained in the soft lace I left intact. And so much skin. She leaned in, “I don’t know exactly what this is, Traum, but I want to know too.” I groaned, leaning in and pressing a kiss against her throat. It works against my lips. “Do

what you need to do. Keep me safe.”

Her words set me free.

*** Bailey

The jagged slice of desire had been keeping me on the edge of my seat since the first time that Traum had come into the living world. When I’d had my first real taste of him, just hours ago, I’d thought that my needs would lessen. That I would be able to focus on the situation at hand, especially considering how serious that situation may have been.

And I had been wrong.

Because even as we had walked down the hallways, my mind and body had been caught up in a whirlwind of need. Throbbing. Desperate. Slightly stupid about it, need.

And the moment he’d pressed me up against this heavy door, my entire body had erupted in flames. I wanted him. No, no that wasn’t enough emphasis. I needed him. I felt like my entire being was slowly unraveling, and the only thing that would put me back together was him.

The moment I’d used his claws to slice through my top I knew I was done for. That I wasn’t going to be holding back anymore. I had no idea what I had done to be thrown into the strangeness of this world, so different from what I’d thought my life would look like. But now that I was here, things were changing.

Fast.

It had only been days since we met. Hours since I first felt him against me. And oddly I was more certain of this male and his intentions than any human man I’d ever

been around. I decided all of this the moment that I’d begged him to mark me. To scent me and keep me as close as possible.

Keep me safe. That’s what I’d asked. But what I’d meant was for him to keep all of me safe, not just from the demons that surrounded our rooms. But my stupid, raging, wild heart. I needed him to keep that safe too.

I hoped to God or whoever was listening, that Traum understood that. Because my words had released the tenacious hold on Traum’s instincts. He leaned in, his face pressing against my collarbones first, his mouth opening, tongue tracing the line of the bone. Hot. Slick. And, I looked down, holy hell, it was so much longer than I’d imagined. My thighs clenched; my core already soaked for this male who held me with such ease.

Traum chuckled a little, scraping his teeth against the bone in a mock bite, “Did you see my tongue, Bailey? I fucking starved for you, and when I finally get between these beautiful thighs, I’m going to use that tongue to make you steam over and over and over again.”

I nodded, my hands curling into fists against his shoulders, “Traum.”

He hummed against my collarbones, moving his head down as his hands lifted my ass up, allowing his mouth to move lower to my breasts, which he mouthed gently. My nipples were hard, peaked as the heat of his mouth ghosted over them. I moaned, but he didn’t seem to care. He moved lower, making my hands move to his horns, my fingers curling there and nearly tugging on them in an attempt to make him come back up to my nipples.

“Patience,” Traum said, “Do you remember what I said earlier?”

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