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“She’s dead.” Kent said into the mobile. He thought he held just enough remorse within his tone to sell that lie to Raul – it would be face to face that he’d have a problem if the alpha scented his deceit. “So is Marco.”

Connor watched the man as he told the necessary lie. Anything else and the alpha just might send others after Agatha, and Connor wouldn’t allow that to happen.

Hell, he’d go to the clan and kill Raul himself if he needed to do it…

“I’m leaving tomorrow. The pack have no idea about you…” Kent lied again. “Will do.” He snapped off the call and shoved the phone into the back pocket of his jeans.

“Think he bought it?” Connor had overheard the conversation, but he’d still like Kent’s take on it.

“I think so,” Kent folded his arms and narrowed his eyes on the vampire.

“You could stay here…”

“I need to go and finish this, for good…”

“Meaning?”

“I need to challenge Raul for the good of the clan,” Kent said.

He didn’t much care for the idea. He’d never wanted to be the alpha, and he didn’t know how many of his clan and kin would be on Raul’s side if push came to shove, but he guessed he’d soon find out.

“You’ll be alpha…” Connor wasn’t shy about listening in to Kent’s thoughts. It was the only way that he knew of to truly know what a man was thinking.

“If I win.”

“I get the feeling that doesn’t necessarily sit right with you.”

“Better than the alternative.” Kent looked resigned to letting fate decide his future. “Better than letting Raul screw up my clan.”

“My clan?” Connor said. “See, you’re already talking like an alpha.”

Kent lifted his hand and rubbed the back of his neck as he considered it. Then he gave a slow nod and a sly smile.

“I guess I am.”

“I’d say, if you need anything, but these Neanderthals couldn’t live without me…” Connor motioned around him. “But … you know…”

“Yeah, thanks…”

“I’d say anytime, but you know…” Connor offered back, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Kent nodded.

“Got it,” he assured the vampire.

“Ok, no long goodbyes, be gone, and I’ll give Agatha your best,” Connor hated goodbyes, almost as much as he hated the mushy emotional stuff that his mate made him gush on occasion – he was glad it was a rarity.

“If she doesn’t get a text from me – then I lost – tell her to keep her damn head down or you might just be doing this all over again with another of Raul’s thugs.” Kent said, stalking away, and Connor hoped not…

He was sure that deep down … he was getting to old for all the excitement.

“Dead men don’t text – got it.”

 

 

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Liam could hardly control the urge to be inside of her. He’d peeled her body from around his and stood her upon her own two feet so that his body would be cleaned of his blood as the water cascaded from the fancy shower, but that wasn’t enough …

He’d turned her away from him so that he wasn’t tempted by the way that she kept squirming against him, but that might just have been worse as the temptation to run his tongue down her neck and over her shoulder led him to want to bite…

Mine…

He had one hand buried in the wet heat between her legs and her backside was doing a number against his hard length, and he was no better off for it…

He wanted her…

He needed her…

He was damn well going to taste her sex on his tongue…

Liam spun her around and snatched her up into his arms. He stalked out of the shower and put her backside right back down on that long counter … spreading her thighs wide as he bent down on one knee; he attacked her sex like a starved man…

He was hungry … so very, very hungry for the taste of her, and he growled like a man possessed from the first swipe of his tongue over her sex and every swipe that followed.

He held her backside in place, perched on the edge of the counter for easy access, one big hand on each thigh, and buried his tongue inside of her clenching channel…

The sound that caught in her throat bayed him on.

Her hand fisted in his hair and her head fell back against the mirror, and she revelled in the thrusting of his tongue – the way that he curled it inside of her and spun it around her silken walls made her inner muscles clench hard – and when he pressed his nose against her clit – there was no holding back the tightening of the knot inside of her.

Liam wasn’t giving her any reason to think. Thinking led to her trying to take control, and he needed all the control that he could get or he was going to stand up and thrust home…

Mine…

He needed to know her.

He needed to know the taste of her feminine cream upon his tongue before he tasted her blood, before he claimed her as his lifelong, forever mate, and a moment later, as her body locked up, he got his wish…

Agatha’s body jerked as the explosion went off inside of her.

It was true to say that she saw stars behind her eyelids as her body convulsed with wave after wave of pleasure that he was determined to keep going until he felt the hard tug of her hand yanking his hair…

He growled and grunted, reluctantly giving way to her need for a moment’s relief as he pushed up from his knee, and fitted his hips between her open thighs…

Agatha felt the hard press of the tip of his cock against her sex and pried her eyelids open.

There he was. Hard from head to toe with tension. Holding himself back until she said it was ok to let go…

“I want you…” Agatha tried to wrap her legs around his hips, but he had her opened wide and primed to take his cock…

Liam slowly pushed his hips forwards. His cock demanded that she open for him – stretching her fluttering inner walls around his silken length as he took her in one long, delicious push – almost to the very hilt of his cock, but not quite…