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computer. He was constantly looking for downloads, better known as

DLs. DLs consisted of everything from entertainment to education.

“There aren’t any kelpies here.” Beck smoothed his long, black

hair from his face. “There are some kelpies in the forest, but none this

close to a village.”

The forest where he was about to take his Meg was considered a

bit dangerous. It was full of all sorts of nasty creatures.

Dante tossed him a bar of soap. It was pink. The vampire had

probably stolen it from the females’ tent. Still, it would take the stink

of battle off him. Beck soaped up, grateful for the cold. It was the first time since meeting Meg that he wasn’t uncomfortably hard.

Not true. There had been that moment after Meg had swallowed

him down. Her throat had closed around him, and he’d shot his cum

straight down. She’d taken every drop of him. Even after he was

done, she had been so sweet and submissive. He’d wanted nothing

more than to praise her for her gift to him. He’d wanted to haul her

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into his arms and fuck that sweet pussy of hers. She wouldn’t have

said no. She would have spread her legs and welcomed her master.

She would have been terribly insulted. She was a lady, a

bondmate. She deserved respect. His wants and needs were perverse.

She would help him overcome them. Once he and Cian had properly

bonded, the overwhelming need he felt to dominate his lovers during

sex would go away. It had to.

“I don’t understand you, cos,” Dante admitted. The light was

fading now. The vampire didn’t need the hood of his shirt. He sat

negligently in the shade, but then, everything Dante Dellacourt did

had an air of negligence about it.

“I don’t expect you to.” Beck soaped his long hair. It should have

been Meg’s job. Washing her husband’s hair was the responsibility of

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