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I clasp Noah’s hand in mine and slink into the darkest corner of the club, only for Noah to halt behind me.

“I want them to see.” His pale cheeks glow pink. “That I’m yours.”

I groan and my cock thickens steadily until my balls grow their own heartbeat. This man will be the death of me, I swear.

Instead of fading into the darkness at the back of the club, I instead find a well-lit booth and slide into the velvety, plush cushions. I throw back the last of my cocktail, and so does Noah as he crawls over my lap and straddles me.

His own small length rubs against my stomach as he grinds his hips with the sensual beat of the music.

Closing his eyes, Noah throws his head back, exposing his gorgeous throat to me, and I salivate. My hands have a mind of their own as they traverse up his spine, feeling the movements of his muscles tensing beneath his skin as he sways and rocks.

“You’re a delight, little mate,” I murmur as I trail kisses across his Adam's apple and along his jaw.

Noah’s fingers thread through my hair, drawing me closer against him as I nudge my nose into the area behind his ear and suck in a deep lungful of his scent. It overpowers the mixed smells of the club and forces my brain to zero in on my mate who writhes in my arms.

“They’re watching,” Noah giggles.

I can feel their gaze on us as I catch Ambrose’s pale hair in my peripheral vision. Of course they’re watching. I’m the first in the colony to be mated, why wouldn’t they all be slightly intrigued by the scene that unfolds before them?

“Kiss me,” Noah pleads, grinding hard against me and drawing a gasp from my lips.

I devour him. Our lips clash, tongues fight, and teeth knock, but it’s all I could ever want from Noah. He holds onto me like I’m the one in control, but every look, every sound, every shiver he gives me pulls tighter at the strings wrapped around my chest until I’m the one dancing for him. I’d do anything for my sweet mate.

I grasp his waist, squeezing the thick globes of his ass, and lift my hips into his. “Do you like them watching? Does it turn you on, that you have everyone in this club by the throat? At your beck and call?”

Noah moans loudly, and I know they can hear us over the music. I know everyone can smell Noah’s lust as he sinks deeper into his dance, his body going lax as his instincts take over. I feel the solid vibrations of a warning growl fill my throat as some move a little too close to our booth, but Noah doesn’t stop. Instead, he raises his hands high above his head, showing off the lower portion of his toned stomach. His soft, delicate skin shines under the flashing strobe lights, and amongst that porcelain skin sits my countless markings.

Crimson dots and bruises marble his abs. Indented by my fangs, each a mark of his ecstasy and my devotion. I can't tear my gaze away from his beautiful body, and this time I let my fangs descend as I pounce and sink them deep into Noah’s throat.

My mate chokes as his heart beat momentarily skyrockets, but my venom takes over his body. I can taste his ecstasy on my tongue as I take a gentle mouthful of blood. He’s made of pure heaven as my own body floats with heat and lust.

“Oh, Xan,” Noah moans, his hips frantically rubbing against my stomach as he rips my hair in a tight fist. “I-I love you.”

My eyes roll into the back of my head as I pump more venom into his soul, sending every drop of affection I have straight into his arteries.

“Please,” Noah shakes, “Let me taste you. I need you, Xan.”

I ease my teeth from his throat and seal the mark with my tongue, lapping up the last traces of blood. Only then do I lean back, a smirk pulling at my lips as I take in Noah’s flushed skin and lust-hazed gaze. “Taste me where, sweetheart?”

Shuddering in my grasp, my mate blinks down at me, and his lips curve into a playful grin. “You know where, old man. But are you game?”

He’s perfect. The glimmers of confidence that flicker through Noah have my heart pounding and my breath catching. I want my mate to never feel self-conscious again. I want him to take this world in his grasp and squeeze and mold it however he likes.

Running my nose behind his ear, I suck in his scent. “On your knees, little mate.”

Noah’s spine shakes as he shivers at the command and slides from my lap before settling between my thighs and looking up at me expectantly. His green irises practically glow in the darkness.

I swipe my thumb across his bottom lip and he opens his jaw, dragging his tongue across my fingertip before taking my digit into his mouth and sucking. God, his mouth is so hot. His tongue wraps around my thumb as he eagerly shows me his skills.

My cock jumps in my pants, and I grind my palm into my length. “They can see you, little mate. They can all see how eager you are for this. Do you want them to see you with tears running from your eyes and spit dripping from your chin?”

Noah moans and nods, his hands finding my trouser buttons as he undoes my fly with hurried movements. Pulling my cock free from my underwear, the tip is glistening with precum and my crown is angrily red and swollen.

Noah’s fingers wrap around my base and squeeze, pushing a bead of clear liquid from my slit. I groan as my cock pulses and my heart leaps at the sight of my mate's small fingers contrasting against my thick length. Pumping my cock, Noah sinks his other hand into my underwear. I spread my legs wider, loving the warmth of his lithe fingers that tug on my balls. I let my head rest back against the cushioned seat, watching through a hooded gaze as my mate eagerly makes my cock twitch under his gentle ministrations.

“Suck on it, sweetheart.” I gently caress the side of Noah’s jaw with light fingertips and hold my breath as he swipes the flat pad of his tongue across my knob. It’s like a bolt of fire that courses through me as the heat from his mouth envelopes my crown. He sucks—hard.

“F-Fuck,” I groan through clenched teeth, my entire body tensing through the pleasure that explodes across my sensitive tip. “Such a good boy. Are you going to give everyone a show?”