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My heart dropped at that thought.

Tajah smiled wildly. “Ah, I guess I left something important out. If your mate wasn’t so distracting, making a spectacle out of your bonding, I would have remembered.”

Locke scoffed, biting my shoulder where the bonding bite sat, and I let out a whimper.

Damn him.

Tajah scoffed and waved her hand. “Your self-sacrificing Abuela gave you and your sister the chance for soulmates. However, when she asked for her own soulmate, she found that he was not on the living plane.” Tajah looked away and stared at a new picture on the wall. It was of Elena, Abuela and Luis standing in front of the cabin where they stayed when Locke kept them hidden on the property; unbeknownst to me!

My heart sank further. Her soulmate wasn’t alive.

Tajah lifted her finger and pointed at me. “However, the Goddess made a deal. If she would sacrifice her life for you at the right moment, she would get her chance. Reincarnation and her chance to have her soulmate.”

The faintest of a smile appeared on my face as Tajah rose from the barstool. She patted my hand and turned to go back to the table with Beretta and Luis.

Locke rubbed my arm, his purr loud enough for everyone around us to hear. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that the people around us heard.

Locke nuzzled into my shoulder again, his hands running over my arms.

It was all bittersweet. Abuela would get her happy ending, but her granddaughters wouldn’t be a part of it.

Locke did his best to keep me occupied. He kept grinding his dick against my ass while we drank, and members of the pack that I hadn’t met came by to say hello. The pack was much larger than I’d realized, and it was only going to get bigger with the prospect list that had grown since Locke’s absence.

Locke hummed, his hand running up my hip. “You don’t know how many times I’ve pictured myself with my luna on this dance floor.”

Locke swayed behind me, one hand on my hip, the other just underneath my breast. His purr was constant and I could feel Fenrir right there with him. The bar was packed now, even though it was late, and the party didn’t show any signs of stopping.

The lights where the band played shone across the small dance floor. It was shoulder to shoulder. They should think about moving some tables back to give everyone more room.

But then, you wouldn’t have the same privacy. The fevered bodies hovering around us as Locke’s fingers tickled the waistband of my knit mini skirt. Locke wouldn’t have cared. I bet he would have finger fucked me in front of his entire pack, if he knew it would get me off.

And it would.

Locke’s nose trailed up my neck and down my shoulder. He’d already ripped the side of my shirt tonight, to show off my mark to the entire bar. The humans that had no clue what we were, thought it was just a cool tattoo, a rite of passage to become the old lady, as most MC’s called their women, but of course this MC called them mates.

I huffed at that. Any sane person, not put under the spell that Tajah had cast over the town once she gained her mate, would think it was downright crazy. The spell that kept the humans safe, made them forget the supernatural events that happened in the town, or write them off as a conspiracy. The only way theycould know is if they were mates or were directly told by another supernatural.

It was a way to keep the Royal Council of Elysian out of the Earth realm. If they caught wind that humans knew about supernaturals, the humans who knew and every supernatural would be at risk.

The beat of the music dropped, and so did Locke’s fingers. They tickled over my mound and my arm went back to grab the back of his neck.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he growled, the pad of his finger rubbing my clit.

I pressed my back firmly against his warm body, feeling the heat radiating through our clothes. The soft glow of dimmed lights danced around us, casting flickering shadows on the walls. His hand slowly traced a path down, grazing lightly over my sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. His strong scent filled my lungs, making my body shiver with arousal. As his touch intensified, my hips involuntarily arched, seeking more of his teasing caress. A soft moan escaped my lips, blending with the loud beat of the music playing in the background. My head fell back, finding support against his strong shoulder, as I surrendered to the intoxicating sensations.

Locke nuzzled my neck, his breath warm against my skin. “There’s only one thing better than seeing you dance,” he whispered. “It’s hearing you beg for me.”

The words sent shivers down my body, and I felt myself growing wetter for him. I wanted him inside me so badly, I needed his cock, his knot.

Gods, I really wanted that knot.

As I pushed back against him, his fingers continued their exploration. He trailed them lower, teasing my entrance with the tip of his finger before gently sliding inside. His touch was sointimate, so potent, that I felt like I was breaking apart under the weight of the bond we shared.

He was seriously psychotic sometimes, but one thing was for sure, we were crazy for each other.

The band’s lively melody reverberated through the air, its pulsating rhythm forming an electrifying background to Locke’s relentless teasing. With each motion, his fingers swirled, rubbed, and flicked, intensifying the sensations that coursed through me. The anticipation brought me to the very edge of ecstasy, only for him to skillfully withdraw, leaving me longing for more.

I whined and dug my claws into his forearm. He chuckled, licking the bond mark, only to drive me more insane.

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