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I hazily made note of him pulling his teeth from my skin and lapping at it with his tongue. He pulled his cock out of me and fell onto his side, gathering me into his arms and pulling me against his chest.
Soft kisses were pressed to my temple as Damien's voice whispered, "Ama? Are you okay?"
I knew from his tone that he was fully in control again, his Hellhound retreating to the back of their shared mental space.
I nodded sleepily, feeling completely wiped from the two orgasms, despite having done absolutely no work for them. "Mhm," I mumbled.
His fingers traced the spot he had just bitten as he said lowly, "We permanently marked you as our mate. It's a way for other Hellhounds to know you are taken. We mate for life, and this gift can only be bestowed upon one person."
My heart swelled at the idea of being physically marked, which should have alarmed me, but devildamn if I didn't love it. I only wished I could give him the same in return.
"What do the marks look like?" I asked softly.
"They’re twin marks of hellfire where the canines pierced. It's basically a black tattoo that looks like flames."
"I like it," I responded, wiggling until I was firmly tucked into him, enjoying the depth of this moment with him.
"I love it," he answered before dropping a kiss to the marks, "almost as much as I love you."
Before I could respond, my eyes fell closed, heavy with sleep. I had a smile on my face and a song of joy in my heart.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Ama
Letting out a small yawn, I turned over onto my side and was instantly assaulted by the warmth that cocooned me from my surroundings. My eyes were heavy, and I reached out, trying to feel around for the source of warmth and wondering if I was still curled up with Damien. But instead of feeling bedding, I felt smooth stone under my fingers. That had my eyes snapping open.
This again?
“Dream dude?” I called out, feeling amused that I was openly trying to communicate with a figment of my imagination. To be fair, hedidseem very real.When I didn’t receive an answer, I sat up, peeking my head out of the coffin and finding myself in the same red-lit cave as before.
I was surprised to find the man in question sitting on the edge of the coffin, near the bottom of it, his head down as he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees as if in thought. Instantly, I could tell something was different.
I wasn’t sure what, but there was a tension in the air that wasn’t normally there—one that made me feel cautious as I pulled my knees towards me and nibbled on my bottom lip, wondering if he was purposefully ignoring me or if he couldn’t hear me...Why was I talking about him as if he wasn’t a figment of my imagination?
I shook the thought from my head and easily pulled myself over the edge of the coffin, seeing his head turn slightly to signal that he heard me. I walked to stand in front of him and ran a hand through my hair, feeling that weird sense of tension still.
Why did I feel awkward?
“Are you okay?” I hedged.
“Am I okay?” he echoed roughly, his almost mocking tone making me instantly step back.Alright, then.Clearly, I was subconsciously pissed off at myself or something.
“That is what I asked.” My tone had a bit more sass to it now.
I jolted as his large hands darted out to grasp my waist, pulling me completely between his legs, so that I was plastered against him. When he met my gaze, I found his eyes filled with a darkness that wasn’t normal for him—one that caused my pulse to turn fast and uneven. An intense lethal power that I found nearly overwhelming circulated through the space. It wasn’t one I was familiar with, and it filled me with an odd mix of fear and desire.
“No, I am not okay, Little Temptress,” he chuckled. His tone was soft and relaxed, but his body and expression were far more serious and filled with...anger?Was he angry at me?Why did that thought bother me?Oh, devil.I was literally losing it here.
“Okay...What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling more confused than before. Rationally, I could have justified ignoring him, since he was in my head...But instead, I found myself actually worried about what he thought.
“You let him mark you.”
Come again?
I tilted my head, “What?”
Suddenly, the man was up and stepping into my space. My head fell back, and I realized just how tall he was, which I found way too attractive. Then again, this was my dream, so I shouldn’t be so surprised.
