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until between the look in his eyes, his weight, his
    power, how deep inside he was, and his absolute dominance, I came so
    hard I thought for a second I died. I roared out my orgasm, coating his
    stomach with cum, seeing it causing a gut-wrenching reaction. My mate…
    only I could mark him like that, the golden skin dripping with semen.
    Logan slid his hand over his rippling abdomen, coating it before he
    pulled out of me.
    ―No,‖ I gasped, not ready to be done. I wanted to be filled with
    Logan Church.
    He flipped me over fast, onto my hands and knees, and I felt him
    swipe over my hole, using my own cum as lube before he rammed back
    inside me so hard that I caught my breath.
    ―Mine,‖ he growled against my ear, and I felt his mouth on the back
    of my neck.
    Dear God, he was going to mark me again. He was about to put his
    teeth into me, drive through bone and tissue and muscle and reopen the
    wound he had made six months before. I shivered with anticipation.
    ―Say yes to me!‖
    ―Oh yes,‖ I whispered, ―please, yes.‖
    But his fangs did not reopen the wound; instead, he bit down hard
    into my shoulder where it joined my neck, his cock pushing deep inside
    me. His claws pierced my skin as he grasped my hips, and I knew I would
    come again from the feel of him, from him claiming me in every way.
    He was in a mindless frenzy, and when he bent over and wrapped his
    arms around me, yanking me backward and up, straightening me, impaling
    me on the hot, rigid length of him, I couldn‘t stifle my howl of pleasure.
    My orgasm gutted me; it was sensory overload as the room went bright
    white for seconds before I was aware of his roar.
    Liquid warmth flooded my ass, spilled and ran down the back of my
    thighs, and still he pushed in and out of me, burying himself deeper with
    each new thrust. With him wrapped around me, plastered on like a second
    skin, I couldn‘t breathe, but it was a small consideration.
    I had my mate back.
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    Hand cupping my face, my head was wrenched sharply sideways,
    over my shoulder, as he claimed my mouth in a brutal kiss. He sucked
    hard on my tongue, and his fangs grazed my lips.
    I pulled back minutes later for air. ―Why not put your teeth in me?‖ I
    asked breathlessly.
    ―It‘s already done.‖ His voice was a raspy whisper. ―My mark, it‘s
    there forever.‖
    ―But—‖
    ―Just that you wanted it, just that you‘d let me bleed you… again…
    it‘s enough.‖
    He didn‘t want to hurt me, but he could, whatever he wanted. I
    belonged to him, was his to do with as he pleased.
    ―Only me,‖ he said hoarsely. ―My mate… claimed, fucked… marked
    as mine.‖
    ―Yes.‖
    ―Mine!‖
    It needed to be yelled just as it was. He needed to say it; I needed to
    hear it, to know it was there between us, the irrevocable, unbreakable
    bond.
    He slid slowly from my body, in no hurry, not really wanting to free
    himself. I twisted around and grabbed at him, clutching tight, my arms
    wrapped around his neck, squeezing.
    ―I want to hear every detail, you understand? No matter what. No
    matter how hor—‖
    ―He didn‘t rape me,‖ I told him, burying my face in the side of his
    neck. ―He didn‘t.‖
    The shudder that tore through him was very telling.
    ―He was going to, but the others wouldn‘t help him hold me down.‖
    ―Others?‖
    I nuzzled my face under his chin. ―I‘ll tell you everything, I swear,
    but right now I just wanna go to your room. I just want to lie in bed with
    you.‖
    He was holding me so tight.
    ―You‘re my touchstone now,‖ I whispered. ―I wanted to tell you. I
    love you, I need you… I believe in the bond of a semel and a reah. You
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    can count on me. I won‘t fail you, Logan Church… my mate… my
    semel.‖
    He pressed hot, fervent kisses to the side of my throat as he squeezed
    me even tighter.
    ―I trust you… I really do.‖
    The growl in the back of his throat thrilled me.
    ―Did you hear what I said?‖
    ―Yes, love.‖ His voice cracked. ―I heard.‖
    ―Logan, I—‖
    ―I love you.‖ His breath hitched as he again took possession of my
    mouth.
    He loved me, and the kiss as well as the words told me. When I
    could, when he let me, I unsealed our lips and stared into the molten gold
    eyes.
    ―And you‘re mine.‖
    My heart swelled in my chest as I put my head down on his shoulder.
    Standing easily, even with me holding on, he had me on my feet in front
    of him. He