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I put my hands on my hips and stare at the ground, considering everything that just happened in the last few minutes. The mating bond has me all screwed up. I could have walked in here and gotten myself killed. I’m picking fights with emissaries of Mother Fate herself. I don’t need to be anywhere, except with my mate. That’s the only place I feel sane.

I look up to respond, but the time-freezing wolf is gone. The only proof he was there is a thin seam in the air that vanishes before my eyes.

I need to explain all this to Saul. To Taryn. But now isn’t the time.

Instead of an explanation, I just send Saul a text that says things didn’t work out, and the bodies need to be disposed of. He’ll arrange that, even if he thinks I brutally murdered them for no reason at all. Then he’ll ask questions.

Right now, I just need to be with Taryn. I need her in my arms. On my cock. Writhing under me, chanting my name while her tight, sweet pussy milks me dry. The mating bond is pulling me to her, telling me exactly where I should be, and it isn’t in this fucking warehouse.

As strong as the pull is now, it may be impossible to leave her again before the frenzy hits. Good thing we have room service.

CHAPTER 18

Taryn

I have mixed feelings about giving away the book now that I’ve had some time to think about it.

I definitely have no plans to decipher it or try to cast spells. I’m just not sure if there’s some reason my grandmother had it. Maybe it really did come from an estate sale, and there’s no mystery beyond it, but it feels like there could be more. My grandmother believed our family was cursed, and she also possessed the key to breaking that curse. That doesn’t feel random.

But my grandmother isn’t here anymore for me to ask. The curse is broken. Maybe I’m just overthinking it. The book isn’t useful to me anymore, now that Victor and I have found each other. Breaking the fate-block brought Witch Hunters to Covington. I wouldn’t want to risk bringing anything else to my doorstep.

I also don’t like being separated from my mate. He was here long enough to put out the fire between my legs, but now he’s been gone long enough for it to return.

I’m on the couch in a bathrobe, rubbing my thighs together because I need some sort of friction to keep from going mad. I’m close to returning to the bedroom so I can tend to the problem myself when I hear the front door open.

“You’re back,” I crow, immediately standing up. “How did things go with the Witch Hunters?”

“They won’t be a problem anymore,” he smiles, dropping his backpack on the ground. I glance at it, but I can’t tell if the book is gone.

“You gave them the book?” I ask.

“We’ll talk about that later; all I can think about right now is you.” Striding over to me, he puts his hands on my hips. “I was thinking about you the entire time I was gone.”

“I was thinking about you too,” I admit, letting out a soft moan when he pushes the robe off my shoulders. It puddles to the floor and Victor pulls me into his arms, crushing my lips with a kiss that turns my brain to mush again. He lifts me off the ground and I wrap my legs around his waist the best I can, barely able to hang on due to his size. But it’s more than enough for me to feel his hard cock. Enough to make him growl when I grind against it while he carries me to the bedroom.

I should ask about the book again. I know I should. But my body is loose and warm, and Victor’s arms feel safer than answers.

I hit the mattress and get comfortable as I watch Victor remove his clothes. He’s so incredibly hot and sexy that I never get tired of watching him undress. I’m rubbing my wet thighs together in anticipation when he slides his boxers down. I had been so intimidated by the sight of his huge, throbbing cock. Now, I just want it inside me.

“You just sat around and waited for me to return like a good girl, hmm?” he chuckles, grabbing my leg and pulling me toward him as he climbs into bed.

“Mm-hmm,” I hum, gasping a little as he moves between my thighs. “I didn’t even touch myself this time. But if you had taken much longer, I would have.”

“There should be no further distractions,” he murmurs, rubbing the head of his cock against my entrance. “Just you and me until the frenzy ends.”

“But it hasn’t started yet, right?” I groan, my back arching as he enters me.

“No, mate. Not yet.” Victor lets out a groan of his own as he pulls his cock back and drives it into me until he’s hilted. “The frenzy will do things to us you can’t imagine.”

“Like what?” I gasp, feeling full and complete until he begins to move. The friction feels so good I don’t even care about the frenzy. “Oh god, that feels incredible.”

“I’ve never experienced the frenzy myself, but I’ve heard it’s quite intense. It’s supposed to mess with your head even worse than the initial mating bond,” he is somehow explaining all this even while he is moving faster as he drives his cock into me.

“So, more of the same?” How can my brain can get any mushier than it already is? “Just more intense?”

“Something like that,” he pants. “But no matter what, you’re mine. That won’t change. Nothing will ever come between us, Taryn.”

I give in to the pleasure. It feels too good not to. Having a massive wolf shifter between my legs is everything I’ve ever needed, and the fire is finally being stoked properly. The pressure is building and the heat in my core rages every time he drives his hard length along my g-spot.