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Her mouth opens with an indignant gasp.

I shove my tongue between her lips. And I press it up. Against her fangs. Hard.

And my warm blood spills into her mouth.

Chapter 60

Rune

My eyes roll back as I swallow a mouthful of honey.

I moan around Vameer’s tongue.

It’s vulgar. Rude.

Hot as fucking hells.

Then I remember he did this to shut me up. And my hurt over him leaving turns to anger over him telling me what to do.

I bite down harder. But Vameer just groans. In pleasure.

The smooth honey buzzes with energy as it slides down my throat, heating my insides as it goes.

I swallow more.

His mouth pulls into a cocky smile against mine.

I force myself to pull my fangs free from his tongue. “I can take care of myself.”

Vameer spins me. “I told you to listen.”

Hand still gripping my throat, he pulls my body against his.

Hardness presses into my back, making my core throb in response.

I shouldn’t be so turned on right now.

Shouldn’t, but I am.

“I take care of you now.” With his hand, he pulls down the front of my shirt. And his power tugs the tie at my waist.

My skin tingles in anticipation.

“I will protect you out there.” His fingers pinch my nipple as the invisible force drags my pants, and panties, down my hips. “And I will take care of you here.”

His hand leaves my breast, then I hear him spit into his hand.

My breath catches as he reaches down between my legs, from behind, and cups my core.

“Gods.” His groan is loud as his fingers press into me. “Already slippery for me.”

His thick fingers spread my wetness, setting me on fire.

I reach up and grip his arm with both hands, needing something to hold on to. “Vameer.”

He bends his knees, lowering his mouth to my ear. “You are my better half. My Heart. My soul.” Exhaled storm clouds ghost over my skin, making me shiver. “But there is one thing I will always demand your obedience on.” I try to press back against him. Needing him inside. “Your safety, Little Human. When I tell you to do something for your safety, you do it.”

I try to huff. Try to keep up my indignant tone. But I fail. Because I’m too focused on the thick, blunt tip of his dick pressing between my thighs.