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“Is this your new thing, Belle – putting space between us?” Layke shook his head, tsking at her. “It won’t work. We’re mates.”

“Wrong. We might have mated, but we didn’t do it because we chose each other and wanted to have that bond, we came together for a deal. That makes it an arrangement, not a mating.”

“I don’t care for what you want to call it, Belle. The point is, I’ve claimed you and we have a connection you can ignore. Neither of us can't ignore.”

“And this connection means I am supposed to give you whatever you want?” Belle snorted. “Well fuck you.”

“I know you’re upset with me, baby, but did you give me a chance to aplogise? Or did you try to freeze me out?”

It surprised her that he seemed genuinely hurt by that, in fact he looked it too. “Who said I was upset?”

“If you’re not upset then prove it. Come here so I can give you what both of us want.” He fisted his cock. “You want this, baby.”

He was right, the bastard. She couldn’t help but be annoyed at her body – it di