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“For what?” I ask, my pussy spasming in anticipation and fear of taking his big dick again.

Aslan’s eyes gleam like he sees right through me, a smirk playing at the corner of his sexy mouth. “Recovery.”

I should be embarrassed. But all I feel is warmth, safety, and a whole lot of lust.

“Bossy,” I murmur tiredly, leaning back into the pillows.

His hand slides up my thigh, slow and firm.

“Yeah,” he rasps. “I’m your bossy dom.”

I should laugh, tell him he’s full of it, but my body betrays me, already stirring under his touch.

“You’re sick,” I mutter.

His lips twitch. “And you’re mine.”

My heart skips a bit.

Mine.

I should push back, crack a joke, tease him like I usually do, but I can’t. Not when he’s looking at me like that. Like I’m his whole fucking world.

So I swallow hard, curling closer to him.

“I know,” I whisper.

His arm bands around me, strong and sure, pulling me against his chest.

“Good,” he murmurs. “Now sleep.”

And this time… I actually do.

Twenty Six

Aslan

The second Viktor and Marie return, I make my move.

I find Viktor in his office, his hand resting possessively on Marie’s hip.

He raises a brow when I step inside. “Everything went okay?”

“Yeah.” My voice is steady but I’m in turmoil. This man is family. But I will spill his blood if he stands between me and my woman. “But there’s something you should know.”

Viktor’s gaze sharpens. Marie turns her head, curiosity flickering in her eyes.

I glance at her, then back at him.

“It’s about Tina.”

Viktor’s mouth tightens. “What about her?”

“I claimed her.” My voice remains sure. “She’s mine.”

Marie gasps, then she’s grinning, bouncing on her toes.

“Seriously?” Her eyes light up. “Oh, my God! I knew it!”

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