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and forth over the pulse-
    point as his eyes slowly narrowed and his mouth closed.
    There were sounds around me; life resumed, but I was only vaguely,
    peripherally aware. This was my mate in front of me, and he had to claim
    me and I had to tame him.
    “Do you know me?” I murmured, reaching back, moving my hair,
    baring the side of my neck so he could see skin, smell skin.
    He was thrumming with power and sizzling heat and was, as always,
    a gorgeous specimen of male beauty. I wanted to eat him. The whine I
    released was deep and throaty and full of longing as I squirmed in front of
    him. When the clawed hands grabbed me, hauling me forward into his lap,
    I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on.
    It was his turn to whine.
    His engorged, leaking shaft was caught between us, wedged against
    his ripped, muscular torso, and when he began to pant, I reached down and
    stroked him. He shuddered beneath me, pushing up, trying to get more of
    his cock into my hand, and I fisted the long, hard, thick length of him,
    beginning the slow, tight pull and slide that I knew from experience would
    bring him release.
    As I watched him, I realized that I would let him bury himself in my
    ass, even dry, even though it would have torn me up, because my logic
    had drowned in emotion by that point. But I couldn’t move, couldn’t even
    lift to maneuver him beneath me; the sharp, clawed hands anchoring me to
    his thighs left me no wiggle room. And he could still hurt me, even

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    inadvertently, by slicing through an artery if he gripped me too tight. So I
    tugged and slid my hand over him instead, opening my robe to reveal my
    own throbbing shaft dripping with precome, pressing it along the length of
    his, using both hands now to jerk us off together.
    The velvety hardness of Logan’s dick next to mine, the smell of him,
    of me, of us together, made me writhe in his lap, buck against him, and
    ache to be filled.
    He moved fast, leaning forward, his jaw open before I realized it,
    coming for my throat. And the thought leaped into my mind that if I died
    in his arms, it was worth it to have loved him at all.
    The sandpaper tongue grazed my collarbone, licked up the side of
    my neck, and then tasted the spot behind my ear. His long, sharp fangs
    came next, pressing to the spot where my shoulder joined my neck before
    he nipped at the skin and trembled under me.
    I squeezed and yanked, felt his cock swell further in my grip as I
    pumped harder, faster, and felt my own release build.
    One hand moved from my thigh, his right tangling in my hair,
    yanking my head back as I cried out, just that much of his dominance
    bringing me to orgasm. I cried his name as I pumped out thick streams of
    semen onto his muscular, taut abdomen. I shot over my wrists, my fingers,
    and over the purple head of his swollen shaft a second before he found his
    own roaring release.
    We shuddered through our aftershocks together, and when I lifted
    my hand to my mouth, he watched with heavy-lidded eyes as I began to
    lick semen from my fingers. He leaned forward, tongue out, wanting to
    taste, and I pressed light fingertips to the sandpaper surface, smiling,
    purring at the same time. He whined in the back of his throat, and I
    extended my own tongue, rubbing it along his, slowly, decadently, over
    and over until he leaned forward, wanting more. I opened my mouth, and
    his tongue slipped in and explored. He whimpered as his hands returned to
    my thighs, yanking me forward, needing me closer, tighter.
    I wrapped my legs around his back, my chest now plastered to his
    beautiful sculpted one. Even under golden fur, the definition was still
    there, and as I closed my lips on his questing, thrusting tongue and sucked
    hard, I lost myself in the taste of him. He growled and clutched at me, one
    hand on my ass, kneading, squeezing, the other holding the back of my

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    head, cradling, but his claws trapped me, rendering escape impossible. Not
    that moving even flickered through my consciousness.
    I licked and sucked and wriggled in his lap, and when he winced at
    the contact of my stomach pressing against his sensitized, flagging penis, I
    took that moment to take a breath and nuzzle my face into the soft fur at
    his throat. I sighed deeply, and I heard him begin to purr. He was content,
    and I let the feeling flood my senses.
    We were safe because we were together. Always.
    Finally, I lifted my head and took in the blood and gore