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A gentle moan falls from between her lips, and I flick my gaze up to her face to make sure she’s still sleeping soundly.

I add a little more pressure and circle the sensitive bundle of nerves, needing to hear another of her moans, and I’m quickly rewarded with just that.

“Orion,” she breathes softly.

A smug smile tugs at my lips as I continue my assault on her clit while making quick work of freeing my cock.

It’s wrong. It’s depraved. But I’m so desperate for her I can barely see straight. The need to mark her, to cover her in my cum so no man will ever come near her again overwhelms me as I increase the speed of my ministrations and pump my cock roughly.

I don’t think I’ve ever been as close to losing control as I am right now, watching as my woman writhes beneath my hand as I bring her pleasure, my own release just out of a breath.

“Please,” she whimpers, and I up the pressure just enough to send her spiraling over the edge into oblivion.

I stand, never allowing my movements to pause as I draw out her release. I press one knee onto the mattress beside her as I pump my cock, all rational thought long gone as I chase my pleasure, needing it more than I’ve ever needed it before.

My orgasm slams into me so hard I barely catch myself as stars blur my vision and hot ropes of cum cover the tops of Ember’s silky thighs, marking her in the only way I can right now.

Soon she’ll be mine.

Soon she’ll be in my bed.

Soon I’ll never have to allow her out of my sight.

But for right now, this is enough.

For right now, seeing my cum spread across her body is enough to stop me from stealing her away in the dead of the night and throwing caution to the wind.

Once I trust myself not to stumble, I push myself to my feet and shove my still hard cock back into my pants. The release may have taken the edge off, but it’s nowhere near enough to satiate my need for the woman sprawled out before me.

I drag the sheet back over her body and bring the pillow she was wrapped around closer before ducking my head to press a kiss to her cheek.

“Sleep well, Little Flame.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

EMBER

Incessant buzzing drags me from the most peaceful sleep I can remember having since Travis died, and I curse as I shove myself from the bed.

The thin nightgown I fell asleep in is bunched up around my waist when I throw the sheet off me and reach for my phone, vibrating around my bedside table.

The clock beside it tells me it’s not even seven in the morning, far too early for anyone to be calling if you ask me, but if I ignore it, they’re just going to call back.

“What?” I snap down the line.

“Is that any way to greet your boss, Ember?” Lucas snarls down the line.

“It is when they call at six fifty-two in the morning,” I snap back. “Now, what do you want?”

“You’re a bitch in the mornings.”

“Yeah, and you’re an asshole all the time. Tell me what you want, or I’m hanging up.”

“I want to know what you have on the Hunter.”

“Nothing,” I reply honestly. “But neither did any of the other people you sent to look into him. Every single lead you gave mewas bullshit. The Hunter has been running rings around you from the beginning.”

“That can’t be.”

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