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I can’t exactly explain how we lived, nor the fact that I would have died before I let the collector see that.

“You are all very curious beings. None of the others have so you could feel it?”

I shake my head, dropping my gaze shyly.

“You felt something when we kissed though, yeah?” she asks.

“Yes, a lot,” I admit, glancing at her through my lashes. Luckily, she doesn’t humiliate me for that.

“Okay, it’s like that but ten times better, like explosions through every part of your body. It feels like you’re flying, and nothing else exists but that feeling. It’s addictive, which is why most monsters chase it in every form.”

“Oh.” I think for a moment, and I feel her watching me. “Did you find it with your god?” I don’t understand this feeling that washes through me at the idea of him touching the perfect body I just saw. Her head tilts, but I don’t meet her gaze, struggling with what’s washing through me.

“That is jealousy, and it’s normal for mates,” she murmurs, and I snap my eyes to hers as she smirks. “It’s what you were wondering about, no?”

Wiping her mouth, she pushes the tub away and leans back as she watches me. “Do you want me to show you what pleasure feels like?”

My eyes widen at her offer. The organ in my chest speeds as I struggle to breathe, my cock hardening to the point of pain. Usually, I just ignore it, but with her looking at me like that, I struggle.

Kitt called her dangerous, and I understand why now.

“I—we—I shouldn’t be asking these things. I shouldn’t be alone with you,” I murmur as I stand, yet I don’t leave. I stare down at her, filled with thirst. She grins at me, her fingers playing on the table in a mesmerising manner.

“Shouldn’t, shouldn’t, shouldn’t . . . Live a little, Bram. We’re going to kill each other anyway, so why not have a little fun before we do?” Standing, she steps around the booth and presses against me, and I start to sway.

“Why would you want to?” I murmur.

Her hand strokes across my chest, and my body’s reaction is immediate. Just like when she kissed me, I light up. Time warps, and everything glows brightly as all my nerve endings ignite.

“You want to know what it’s like, and I want to forget,” she whispers as she presses up on her toes and brushes her lips across mine. “What do you say?”

A noise leaves my throat, making me sound like an animal, and I don’t even remember moving, but I have her in the air then slam her down onto the table. The force breaks the front leg before I freeze with my hands on her hips.

“I won’t break,” she promises. “Do whatever you wish, whatever you’ve always wanted and been curious about.”

It’s all the permission I need. Grabbing the edge of Raiden’s shirt, I rip it up and over her head and toss it away, staring in amazement at her chest. Her stomach is tight and rippling with muscle, her defined abs making me lick my lips hungrily, but it’s her breasts I can’t look away from. They are tight and high, with rosy nipples I want to play with.

“Touch me. I can tell you want to,” she murmurs, leaning back on her hands as her legs angle between mine. Glancing from her face to her chest, I can’t tell which I want to look at more. My blood burns with the need to possess, mark, and claim, and I try my best to be gentle as I lean in and slide my hands across her abs and up. She’s so soft and perfect beneath my hands, it doesn’t seem real. One touch of her skin against my rough palms and liquid leaks into my pants.

I stare at my hands on her bare breasts. They are so big, they cover her chest completely, and I squeeze, drinking in the sound she makes as she arches for more. My eyes zero in on her lips as she makes a noise again. Pressing closer, I kiss her like she kissed me. She begs for me, biting my tongue and lips until I growl and slide down. Driven by an instinct I don’t understand, I pinch her nipple between my teeth and bite.

She gasps loudly, her legs tightening around my waist as I sweep my tongue around it, my hand on her other breast playing with that tip until it hardens beneath me.

“Just like that,” she directs, reaching over to cup the nape of my neck and tug me closer. “You don’t have to be so gentle—” Her words end in a moan as I suck on her nipple. She slaps my shoulder before I release her and turn to her other bud. I bite and suck her chest until it’s pink from my mouth. Groaning, I press into her, grinding my hard length into the heat I feel between her legs.

Lifting one of her thighs high, she changes the angle so I have better access, and every time I press closer, she whimpers.

Pleasure, and I want more of it.

I find her lips once more, craving her kiss as I hand myself over to these feelings. I want more, though, so I break the kiss and return to her nipples, playing with them until she tugs at me, gasping my name loudly.

My fangs descend, but I ignore them as I swoop in to kiss her. Her eyes are closed and her lips are parted. She’s so beautiful. It’s my thought even as something hits my chin, and before I can contemplate what it is, I’m being grabbed from behind.

Suddenly, I fly through the air, hitting the door and smashing through it, then I soar into the metal wall with an audible bang. Climbing to my feet with a hiss, I stare at Kitt through the broken door as he stands in front of a half-clothed Ferol.

“Away, now!” he roars, and something about his tone pierces the madness. Realisation sets in, and I stare at her in horror before running as far and fast as I can, but I can still taste her, and I know it will never be enough.

I nearly killed us all for just for a taste.