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"Yue," he states, voice growing deeper.

My thighs clench at the timbre. It rolls in my ears, and against my better judgment, I do what he commanded. Ekon clasps my chin, sending my heart through a whirlwind

"I'll help you get ready, then you can finish," he murmurs.

Before I can ask what he means, he presses his thumb onto my bottom lip, causing my breath to stutter. It hurts, and I tense, opening my mouth. Without a word, Ekon dives in and licks, lavishing my tongue.

The sensation is electric. His tongue sweeps over my teeth, my gums, and the roof of my mouth. The nasty jackass takes the saliva and toothpaste in my mouth into his. He’s disgusting, and I want to rub my pussy all over him. Fuck.

A moan bubbles up from my chest, and I grab his shirt, pulling him closer. His hands slide to my waist, and he lifts me onto the bathroom counter, stepping between my thighs.

For a moment, I forget every rule I set. I forget that this is fake. I forget that I'm supposed to be in control. I deepen the kiss, and Ekon's hand latches around my neck, holding me in place. Bliss rolls through me. My nipples pucker against my ratty T-Shirt, and Ekon's hand lands on my belly. He glides it upward, but he doesn't touch my breasts. They strain for his attention, going against every instinct that I have, and this jackass runs a finger along my sternum. Reality crashes into me, and I shove him away.

"What the hell was that?" I gasp, wiping my mouth.

Ekon grins, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. "Practice."

"That wasn't practice. That was—" I gesture wildly. "That was something else."

"You liked it."

"I didn't."

"You moaned."

My face heats. "I did not."

"You did."

"Shut up."

He drops his eyes, staring at my chest. "Your—"

"What part of shut up do you have trouble understanding?" I point at him, my hand shaking. "Keep it up and you'll hit every damn wall in this bitch."

He laughs, the sound low and rich, and steps back. "For the record, you taste like winter and mint, and I could do that all day."

I glare at him. "Get out of my bathroom."

"Yes, ma'am."

He leaves, and I sit on the counter for a long moment, trying to catch my breath. My lips still tingle from where he licked them, and an ache forms between my legs. This is going to be a problem.

That night, Ekon insists we go to Midnight Embers together.

"We need to tell Nyx and Eos," he says as we walk through the French Quarter. "They need to know we're mates before anyone else does."

I stop in my tracks. "Don't you mean fake mates?" I question, then add, "You want to tell them tonight?"

"Yes."

"Wait. What part did you just answer?" I ponder, but he doesn't reply. "Ekon, I'm not ready—"

"You don't have to be ready. I'll do the talking." He takes my hand, his fingers threading through mine. "Trust me."

I don't say a word, and I follow him.

When we arrive at the club, it's still early. The doors haven't opened yet, and the main floor is empty except for a few staff members setting up for the night. Nyx and Eos are behind the bar, going over inventory, and they both look up when we walk in.