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Yeah.
“Oh my God. I bit you?”
She did. She fucking did. Koen is inordinately proud of her. How deep her little teeth got. The sharp blades of her canines. It even hurt a little. Okay, not really, but hefelther seize the inside of his soul.
Sheownshim. It’sofficial.
“I’m so sorry. I— I didn’t mean to. I was just— I’ve been thinking about you and I . . . I’ve been having these dreams and— I got carried away. Your neck wasright thereand . . . Oh my God. Are you okay?” She seems highly alarmed. “Is it going to stick? Leave a scar?”
Nothing has ever given Koen more joy than being able to tell her, “Oh, yeah.”
“Are you sure?”
He doesn’t have much experience with it, but . . . it damnbetter. He hopes it’ll be twisted. In relief. Beautiful in its own ugly way. He hopes it’ll be a mess of thick, ropy lines that no one can pretend not to see. He’s hers. He always was, but now she has claimed him, and he’s going to rub it in everyone’s fucking face until they plead with him to stop, and even then, he will not. Instead, he’ll beg her for another one. On the wrist, maybe, so that he can look at it every second of every day. Onbothwrists. Why not? How many mating scars is too many? Frankly, whoever said that less is more was—
“I’msosorry. I probably should have asked if— ”
A deep sound snaps out of his throat.No.There was no need for that. The thought is so ridiculous, he decides to focus on something else.
Like taking off her pants.
“Koen? Are you okay with me having done that?”
He’s dazed. Overwhelmed in the best possible away. He truly is not sure how to communicate to her that he’s neverbeen harder, happier, and more certain of the existence of a benevolent God than he is right now. “Yeah,” he grunts.
“Okay. Good. I . . . Good.” There is some blood trickling down the column of his throat, because shebutcheredhis gland. He feels her arch up to lick it, and—
Perfection. His mate is perfect. He’ll massacre whoever tries to take her from him, of course.
She smiles at him, and he smiles back as she asks, “Would it be okay if . . . ?”
He stops what he’s doing— trying to get inside her— and looks up. Waits for her request, whatever it may be, even though he already knows that his answer is going to be yes. It’s not like he’s ever going to deny her anything. He has tried and always, always failed. “Yeah?”
“If you . . .” She’s flushing a little. Her pretty pink cheeks— such a weird fucking color, and yet so enchanting.
“What?”
“Um, do you maybe want to bite me, too?”
That’s when Koen passes out for a minute. At least, he thinks so. His vision blacks out, and sound recedes. He’s suspended in nothing. Then, when he comes to, she’s still soft underneath him, and clearly in the middle of a little speech.
“. . . did it to you, so it would be only, you know, fair. And you said, a few weeks ago, that you wanted to bite me, too . . .” The cheeks— now that he’s regained his eyesight, he can tell that they’re evenpinker. He thinks that he might come again just from looking at them.
And then the true meaning of her words sinks in.
“You asked me to bite you,” he rasps out.
She nods quickly.
“The mating bite.”
More nodding.
“Mine.”
Nod.
“On you.”
