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Making a run for it, I rush in the other direction, but Ze’ev is much faster than me.

The hunt is over.

And I’ve lost.

His body slams into mine, and the air knocks out of me as I crash to the ground.

Turning over, I stare up at him and hold him by the shoulders. “Ze’ev. You don’t have to be alone anymore,” I tell him as his hips pin down mine. He snarls, seemingly incapable even of mental speech at this point, but I keep talking. “You say you can’t control this, but you can. If you want to.”

A flicker of life glimmers in his eyes as his chest heaves on ragged breaths.

I peel his shirt off his shoulder, revealing his sculpted body.

“I want you as a mate,” I tell him, and I mean it.

Ze’ev and I are alike. We have been shunned and abandoned by society.

We’ve been left to fend for ourselves, told that we’re not good enough.

That we’ll never be accepted.

That we’ll always be rejected.

What better way to survive than for two rejects to accept one another?

I unbutton my shirt, then let it fall to my side. I’m not wearing anything underneath, and Ze’ev’s gaze falls to my breasts.

“Bite me. Kill me. I don’t care, Ze’ev. But don’t let them win. Don’t let them tell you what you’re capable of.”

I don’t know if my words reach him or if his mating instincts overpower his bloodlust, but he doesn’t tear into me. Instead, Ze’ev crashes his mouth to mine as he peels off the remainder of his shirt.

Then his hands are ripping off my clothes, removing all barriers between us until his chest presses against mine.

The sheer adrenaline of running from him has me shimmying out what’s left of my pants, and I stroke his length again, this time pressing him where I need him.

He growls as my wetness soaks over his cock, welcoming him to give me what I need.

Arwan mentioned something about “slick,” and that familiar sickly sweet scent blooms between us as I roll my hips over the throbbing head of his cock.

There’s a new desire, one to have his essence inside of me, and to coat his length with mine.

To claim him until my entire being permeates his body and he can’t get me out of his pores.

He growls as he pushes himself inside me just an inch, then his body tremors as he goes still. His jaw flexes, and he doesn’t move.

I realize he’s waiting for permission. Somehow, even in the midst of bloodlust and a growing mate bond, Ze’ev has the strength to stop himself.

He’s much stronger than he gives himself credit for.

He’s worthy of being my mate.

“Fuck me,” I tell him.

Ze’ev doesn’t need to be told twice. He slams inside of me, making me cry out as his powerful length stretches me just as much as Godric had a few nights before.

Except there’s no Arwan to ease his entry. No assistance to slow things down.

He buries himself inside me, then his hips are grinding against mine, stimulating my clit as he pumps into me.