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Just like that, she exploded like a dam all over him. Oh, he wasn’t done yet. He was fucking her hard and fast. More roughly than their first time, but it was every bit as good, if not better. He pulled out, positioning her on her hands and knees, and she was too damn limp from her last orgasm to object. Not that she would.

He was insatiable. And she loved it. Her inner beast screeched and cried out in ecstasy right along with her. The animal inside her loved his fierce display, his utterly masculine dominance. She craved her own submission. And Jennifer had to admit, she fucking loved it too.

“Push that ass back, Jenn. Good girl,” he grunted right before he thrust into her from behind.

She felt something cool slip between her cheeks, and then pressure. Good pressure. Zircon’s cock filled her pussy as he pushed his finger into her forbidden hole. Moving in turns, he deepened his strokes, fucking her ass with his fingers at the same time.

“Gonna take you here, too, Jenn. Hear me? All of it. I want all of it. All of you. You belong to me,” he growled, and his words pushed her into a third climax she wasn’t even ready for.

Then she was on her back, and he was there, pushing into her again. This time, she grabbed him to her, sliding her arms around his back and lifting her face to place biting kisses along his jaw and neck. Finally, she reached his mouth, eyes on him as she took his lips. Jennifer gripped his ass with her hands, loving the slide of his long, thick cock as he filled her.

This time, when she fell off the earth, Zircon was right there with her. Together, they exploded into outer space. Moments later, she pulled him down to her, tilting her head to the side, offering herself to him, Jennifer thought she was finally ready for him to claim her. Yes, this felt right. It had to be right.

She felt her Owl rise inside her as she bared herself to him. But she wasn’t ready for the sting of rejection when he didn’t bite her. Zircon dropped his head to her cheek. And when he pulled out, Jennifer felt empty.

So very empty.

ChapterTwelve

Jennifer paced inside her office. She’d left earlier than she’d intended, arriving alone—which was also unintentional.

“Fuck,” she murmured, hands on her cheeks.

Her heart was racing, and she felt like such a fool. She’d made a mess of things. After Zircon rejected her last night, everything went wrong. She’d gotten out of bed, grabbing for her torn clothes.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“What do you mean, what am I doing? You got what you wanted, right? Now, I’m leaving.”

“That’s not fucking fair, Jenn. It’s not like that?—”

“Fuck you, Conny. I’m done.”

“I’m not a fucking light you can switch on and off when you want. I’m a person, Jenn. I have feelings. You pulled me down towards your neck, am I supposed to think suddenly you want to bear my mark? After years of telling me no! Dammit, Jenn, listen to me?—”

But she didn’t stick around to hear the rest. She’d run out of his room, naked as the day she was born, clothes pressed to her chest. She didn’t even realize she was crying until she’d landed on her bed and soaked the pillow with her misery. Really, though. Was he wrong?

If she were being honest with herself, Jennifer would admit Zircon had every right to refuse her. Maybe he’d been toying with her. Just a way to pay her back for the years of making him wait and always saying no. Her heart squeezed inside her chest and her Owl cried out mournfully.

The beast’s noise was so soft and tiny, she barely heard her. But that was likely because the animal was pissed off at her, too.

“FUCK!” She yelled this time.

“Is there a reason you are swearing in the office today, Miss Dylluan?” Mother said from the doorway.

“What? Oh, sorry, sir!”

“I don’t care. Come into my office. I have something to share with you,” the man said, walking away briskly.

He moved very fast for such a stocky character. Jennifer pulled herself together and followed after him, her familiar low-heeled shoes clacking along the polished vinyl tiles. Frigging government buildings all seemed to have the same nondescript tiles on the floor. Everything was beige or gray, ugly, but functional. Like her. Well, that was how she felt on the inside.

Ugly, but functional.

“Take a look at this video,” Mother said, motioning towards one of four monitors on his enormous desk.

Jennifer frowned, watching as he pressed play. The footage was in color, but grainy, but it appeared to be an alley where a group of males was shouting at an older male. He opened his car door, and inside was a woman bound and gagged. She narrowed her eyes, stepping closer.

“Oh my gods, is that a Drakein? Wait, I know her. Her name is Lyra, but isn’t she supposed to be with the California team?”

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