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need
    anyone to protect me; I just need you to love me.”
    “And I do, you know that,” he said, putting his hands on my hips,
    pulling me close, his thigh pressed to my groin, leaning forward until our
    foreheads touched. “But I know you won’t use any of your considerable
    power to extricate yourself from members of your tribe. So because you
    don’t want to hurt them, they’re going to end up hurting you. Do you get
    the problem?”
    “Yes.” I smiled, enjoying the closeness, his hands digging into my
    hips, the sound of his breathing getting shallow, and the way he pushed
    against me with the now-hardened bulge in his vintage jeans. “I think the
    semel-netjer needs to claim what’s his.”
    “I’m not some mindless brute that just wants to fuck his mate
    when—”
    “If you take me, you’ll know I’m fine.”
    “I—” He took a breath, and I saw his pupils dilate with need. “Jin.”
    I loved him flustered, torn between duty and desire; he was so
    serious most of the time that distracting him was all kinds of fun. And of
    course I would never try if what he was supposed to be doing was
    important—I was the mate of a tribe leader, after all—but to keep him
    from the last gasp of a gathering was really not that big of a sin.
    My pheromones filled the room. “Fuck me.”
    “Jin,” he growled, and I smiled before I lifted my head, and he
    claimed my lips in a rough, mauling kiss.
    He was all hands, my sweats and underwear stripped away, the T-
    shirt yanked off over my head. Only the socks remained as he hurled me
    down on our bed, face-first onto the comforter. I lifted to my hands and

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    knees, and when he touched my ass, spread my cheeks, I moaned out his
    name.
    “My reah,” he rasped before his tongue slid over my puckered hole.
    “Logan!”
    “Again?” he teased me.
    I had made a mistake. I thought I was seducing him when it was
    really the other way around. “You let me think I was corrupting you,” I
    managed to get out.
    “Yes.”
    My whimper was embarrassing, would have been if this were
    anyone but my mate. As it was, I was myself, honest with what I needed,
    wanted, and held nothing back.
    “I love the way you taste,” he told me and plunged his tongue inside
    me deeper, licking and sucking, swirling, thrusting, the long languid
    stroking slowly driving me right out of my mind. When he added his
    fingers, pressing, pushing, grazing over my gland, scissoring inside over
    and over, relentlessly, words were lost to me. Only grunts and growls and
    whimpers and whines escaped me as my muscles clung to the invading
    flesh. No one but my mate had ever taken such time and care to open me
    up; no one but Logan had ever wanted to.
    It went on and on, and I knew without even giving voice to the
    question that Logan Church loved exercising his power over me, loved
    watching me come apart.
    “Logan,” I gasped, writhing under him, panting, begging. He fisted
    my leaking shaft, tugging and pulling, and I warned him that I was close,
    so close, and needed him inside me.
    My muscles were relaxed and loose, I was dripping precome, and
    my entrance was slicked with saliva, but still, I felt the chilled coating of
    lube over my skin before he thrust into me, burying himself in my ass in
    one easy forward slide.
    He felt so good, and my channel clenched around him, the suction
    strong and tight.
    “Oh fuck,” he groaned, easing back only to plunge in harder, deeper,
    the pressure of his hands on my hips sure to leave bruises.
    “Don’t stop,” I pleaded, nearly shouting. “Just keep—Logan!”

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    He had lifted up, changed his angle, and driven down into me. His
    long, thick shaft slid over my gland, and I came without either of us
    touching my spurting dick at all.
    “Jin,” he gasped before he filled my ass, the muscles rippling around
    the length of him as he pushed in and out of me faster, riding the trembling
    release, my own aftershocks flushing my skin hot and cold at the same
    time.
    He gave himself completely over to me every single time. When our
    flesh was merged, he belonged to me body and soul, and there was no
    denying it and no hiding it. He was mine.
    “I’m never moving,” he said as he pressed his chest to the long
    length of my back, licking the sweat from my skin before kissing down
    my spine.
    “Okay,” I murmured, not caring even as he eased from my body so
    tenderly, so gently.
    “Did I hurt you?”
    “You