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I swallowed as want and heat spread through me.

My marriage, as I knew it, was over. Even if we hadn’t signed the paperwork yet, Demetri had made it quite clear that he didn’t view monogamy as a part of our marriage.

I thought back to what I had told Rynn and Cali about my new life motto.Want something. Take something.

“So…” I crossed one leg over the other, causing even more skin to show. Kieran’s eyes tracked the movement, and the gold threads weaving through his deep brown irises started to blaze even brighter. “Is that clever tongue of yours good for anything other than charming your way out of trouble?”

“Yes.” His voice was deep as his heated gaze traveled slowly upward, taking the time to drink in every one of my curves. “It’s also quite good at charming me into trouble.”

Chapter Seven

Samara

“Is that so?”The corners of my lips curved up as I brazenly took him in.

The golden streaks in his eyes grew wider, and my heart beat a little faster every time more of the brown gave way to gold.

“As much as I enjoyed this game when we were growing up, I’m not sure I can play it now. At least, not with the same rules.” His voice was still playful, but there was now an underlying edge to it.

Still, he didn’t move, giving me the choice of how far I wanted to take this. I waited for the guilt to hit me. For the logical voice in my head to remind me that I was still technically married, but the voice remained silent, and the guilt never came.

My heart had never been part of my marriage, and my mind knew that it was over. All that was left were the details of ending it.

There was no reason, logical or otherwise, to deny this any longer.

“Same game.” Exhilaration rushed through my body as I stood and strode over to the door to close it.

I leaned my back against the solid wood and reached my hand out to the side where the silencing spell was engraved into the wall. My fingers nimbly ran over the glyph to activate it, and then I pushed off the door, my hips swaying as I returned to the desk and perched on it once more.

I leaned back and spread my legs wide instead of crossing them. Kieran went completely still. “New rules,” I cooed.

“Fuck.” His eyes turned completely gold, and I laughed huskily.

“The only orgasms I’ve had these past three years are the ones I gave myself.”

An ache pulsed from between my thighs as my heart continued its attempt to pound its way out of my chest. I’d had so many wicked dreams of Kieran over the years, but I never once thought they would become a reality.

“That’s a shame.” His voice took on a rough quality that had me wanting to clench my thighs together.

“Are you going to do something about it?” I arched an eyebrow at him when he continued to sit there. “Or should I see if someone else is available?”

Before the last word was out of my mouth, Kieran leapt from the chair and closed the distance between us. He nudged my knees further apart so he could slip between my legs as he braced his arms on either side of me. My pulse pounded as I held his gaze, acutely aware of the barely-there inch separating us.

“I’ve been dreaming about what you taste like for longer than I care to admit,” he murmured as he ducked his head to kiss my neck.

A breathy sound escaped me at the touch of his warm lips against my skin, and then his hands slipped under my ass. He jerked me forward until I was flush against him. I slid myhands under his shirt, running my fingers over the taut muscles of his stomach, and he groaned against my skin, his fingers digging into me harder.

My fingers trailed up his back until I reached his hair just as I felt his fangs graze my neck. I yanked his head back, heat striking through my core when he let out a growl of irritation.

“No blood for you,” I said in a breathy voice. “Not yet.”

“Is that one of the rules?” He gave me a sly grin.

I tugged on his hair again. “Yes.”

“Any others I should know about?” he asked lazily as one of his hands moved to graze the inside of my thigh. My thoughts scattered at the sensation, and he let out a deep, knowing chuckle. “Any other rules, Sam?”

“I’m sure,”—I gasped as his fingers brushed over my panties—“I’ll think of something.”

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