Chapter 71
Raven’s POV
He didn’t wait. He slid into me with a force that was anything but gentle. It was rough and more than a little animalistic-like the man himself. But it was everything I needed.
My hips thrust into him, meeting each movement. Ezra’s fingers slid into my hair as he took me, gripping tightly, just shy of the point of true pain. Between that and the girth of this man, my eyes began to water.
It was all too much-in the best way.
Ezra cursed. “Taking me so beautifully. All of me. Like you were made for me.”
“Because I was,” I croaked. “Like you were made for me.”
My words snapped something in Ezra. He picked up his speed, his thrusts getting wilder as my walls began to flutter.
“Tell me I can mark you,” Ezra growled.
That only intensified the fluttering. It wouldn’t be a bond mark, but it was still a claiming-one that would fade with time. But while I wore it,
the mark would tell the supernatural world that I belonged to someone. I craved that. Just like I craved marking him right back.
“Yes.” The word was just a whisper, but it was all Ezra needed.
His canines lengthened and sank into the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder. The moment his teeth met my skin, pleasure flooded me. My blood sang, and my nerve endings went haywire. I clamped down on Ezra, and he let out a snarl I knew the rest of the house had to hear.
But I couldn’t find it in me to care. Ezra sucked on my claiming mark, wringing out more and more pleasure, heightening every thrust and wave.
And as the last of my orgasm faded, I knew that everything had changed.
Dexter’s POV
I paced the living room, fighting the urge to rip one of my brother’s heads off. My wolf Tor had never been more on edge. He’d been riding me
ever since I’d walked out on Raven.
We were usually of the same mind, especially when it came to women. He’d grown wary of females of any species after Anya, just like I had. We’d flirt and fuck but never get attached. We certainly had no interest in mating after the last go turned out so badly.
Until Raven.
I should’ve known from the beginning that the pull I felt to her was different. It felt like more. I should’ve run.
But I hadn’t. And now, my wolf wanted to go to her. He wanted to bite her. Claim her permanently. It didn’t matter that she was currently with my brother.
A light moan filled the air, and everyone in the room froze. “Fuck,” Kael muttered, squeezing the back of his neck.
My dick went half-mast at the sound of Raven, at the knowledge of what my brother was likely doing to her right now.
“She touched him,” I ground out, my voice tight.
Kael’s gaze cut to me. “She did.”
“It shouldn’t be a surprise,” Nox cut in. “She’s different.”
“It’s the mating bond,” Asher said, strain wrapping around his vocal cords. “It changes things. Messes with all our minds.”
Nox glared in the assassin’s direction. “The fact that she’s our true mate just means the bond is deeper. It’s not a manipulation.”
Asher scoffed. “That’s what you think.”
“Enough,” Kael said, exhaustion clear in his voice. “We have more important things to discuss. Like how the hell the dark mages got through our
wards.”
Asher scowled. “Need to have a word with Barbara about that.”
“They must’ve gotten some extra juice somehow,” I muttered, not wanting to think about exactly how because it likely meant many innocent
lives were lost to feed their dark magic.
Nox frowned at his tablet. “I think we need to go the tech route with this.”
“That’s always your solution,” Asher groused.
“Because it works,” Nox shot back.
Asher pinned him with a hard stare. “Unless they can knock out your system.”
Nox stiffened. His system had only been defeated once before, and Asher’s statement was fighting words. “I’m going to create two. So, if one gets
taken down, there will be another, less visible one.”
A smile spread across Kael’s face. “Fake them out?”
Nox nodded. “We have our normal cameras in trees and then disguise others. Pine cones, rocks, in the branches themselves.”
Asher’s face screwed up. “Why not a fake deer or two, as well?”
Nox glared at him. “It’s not like you’re coming up with any solutions.”
“We kill them,” Asher stated with finality.
That was always his answer. Go on the warpath.
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