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Jaxon's POV

My lips brushed against hers, featherlight and tentative. I was silently giving her a chance to pull away, but she didn’t. I knew she couldn’t. The moment our mouths met, the world seemed to dissolve, leaving only me and her.

The kiss was slow at first, but it quickly deepened. I let my hands slide around her waist to pull me closer. Her fingers tangled in my air, and a low growl rumbled in my chest, startling even me. Every thought, every worry, every shred of guilt melted away, replaced by the raw, undeniable need for my mate.

Scooping her into my arms, trapping her hands, I kissed her. Not any kind of panic sloppy kissing, but this was something else.

This was a preview, a warning. I liked this part, and I was good at it. So I’d take it slow for the next few minutes, because soon, the moment I had that dress off her in fact, it was going to get crazy again. Messy, wet and hot, and while I couldn’t do everything I used to, I could do plenty.

I tasted the cherry-red flavour of wine on her lips, before delving deeper into the kiss. This kiss was full of even more passion than our first. Something in my mind screamed at me, telling me that this was the exact same thing that had ruined my future with Raven's sister, but I couldn't care less.

How could I stop? This was Raven. This was my mate. How in the world could I control myself?

Her moan was low as she fought with my tongue. I moved my hands under her hair until I found the top of her dress, the zipper hidden inconveniently behind a fold of material, but I found it soon enough . My cock hardened as the zipper lowered until it hit bottom.

The feel of her skin beneath my palms made me groan. The pulse at her neck jumped beneath my lips, and I longed to dig my fangs into it and mark her as mine. But when she pushed her hips against my aching erection, I decided the lesson was over, and all bets were off.

I pulled back, not letting her get to my shirt.

“Fine,” she said, chuckling, “be that way.” Then she took two steps away and lifted her dress over her head and let it flutter to the floor.

I choked. It took me a minute of coughing to get my act together, and when I did, and I looked at her again, I had to consciously remember how to breathe.

“Holy Goddess.”

Raven smiled coyly, leaning against the wall with her arms folded. "What is it?"

"I’m over the moon about your underwear.” I confessed. "Goddess, I'm over the moon about you, woman."

Her grin let me know she’d planned to knock me off my feet with the stunning bra and panties. She knew what she was doing to me, and she was doing it so well!

Tonight, it was enough to know that Raven was my mate, and that she wanted me. That she was violating her own rules because she too, needed me as much as I needed her. Everything about what we were doing was forbidden—I was supposed to marry her sister Yara in a few days, but I didn't care.

It was enough to gather her into my arms, feel her melt bonelessly against me, see the natural way she tilted her face up for my kiss.

My mellow awareness that we had years ahead of us went out the door. Urgency slammed into me as hard as anything ever had.

I devoured that sweetly offered mouth. Lifting her, I cradled my erection between her thighs and rocked against her. If she protested as I carried her closer to the bed, I didn’t hear past the roaring of my own blood in my ears.

She was still wearing her shoes, and the combination of shoes and her underwear was enough to make a weaker man come without a touch.

The garments were the thinnest of white strips. Barely there, except for a small triangle that covered her pussy so I couldn’t tell what she was hiding.

I didn’t give a damn. She could be hairy, as bald as a ball or anything in between, it all worked as far as I was concerned. That I didn’t know even with all that flesh on display made me insane.

The opposite was true on top. There was nothing but that sheer, sheer white covering her stunning breasts. Hard little nipples in the center of pink areolas like iced cupcakes with cherries on top. I wanted no restraint, but to tear those tiny pieces of fabric away from her skin and consume her in every sense of the word.

And while staring at her was a wet dream all its own, there was so much more to be done. I tugged my shirt out from my trousers, toed off my shoes, then my socks, and by the time he’d unbuttoned the shirt with my right hand, my left had undone my belt and was working on my zipper.

Raven was most definitely not helping. In fact, she was making it ridiculously harder to do this circus trick because whether she realized it or not, every move she made turned up the heat a notch. The sway of her hips as she took a single step, the roll of her shoulder, the shake of her head so her hair fluffed around her face. There wasn’t a thing about her that didn’t make me want to beg.

“You’re killing me,” I said, my voice as rough as sandpaper. I let my button-down shirt fall, leaving me in my undershirt, and then my pants dropped and I kicked those out of the way.

Her gaze moved down to my fangs that were already jutting out, even as she ran her fingers over her bare tummy. I tensed as I waited for her verdict. Her eyes widened a notch, but then relaxed.

I let out a soft breath. She wasn’t freaked out by my fangs, thank God.

“Are you going to just stand there staring?” she asked.

“I don’t know what to do first,” I said. “You’re stunning, Raven.”

For all that she was driving me wild, the hint of a blush that warmed her cheeks was almost more than I could bear.

“That’s a pretty good place to start,” she murmured as she covered the distance between us. “But an even better place would be in the actual bedroom.”

I swung my arm around her neck and pulled her into a punishing kiss. My canines grazed her lower lip, and she flinched slightly. The movement caused my fangs to push in lower than planned, and I tasted blood.

My free hand went to the low line of her panties, the covered spot, and I slipped my fingers inside the material. They needed to get to the bed, before I orgasmed while standing in my boxer briefs.

I kissed her again, once, hard, then stepped away, gathering her into my arms again and carried her all the way to the room.

Raven tightened her legs around my waist as we stepped further into the room. She kissed a path from my mouth to my ear, where she teased the lobe with a gentle suck.

“Just keep kissing me. Please.” As if she’d needed to beg. Sandwiching her between my body and the wall, I took her mouth with vigor.

Raven's tongue met mine with eager strokes. My erection nudged the junction between her legs, and she whimpered, ground against it, searing me from the inside out. The heat between her legs cradled my cock and my brain fogged, and all I could do was ride the motion with her until we were both panting and he’d forgotten why I truly came into the room in the first place.

Crushing her more firmly against the bed, I freed my hands to support her weight around my waist, though I probably didn’t need to. She settled over me with strong, tightly clenched thighs, her movements as frenzied as my own.

My skin tightened and burned beneath her fingers until the even wearing my own skin felt like torture. I was frantic to feel hot flesh on hot flesh. When I looked down at her, at how her pale skin contrasted with the white satin bra, my heart thundered in my chest as though trying to get closer to hers. I wasn’t sure I could get close enough.

She arched in invitation, and with one deft movement of my hands, I cupped her breasts.

"Oh, Goddess. Jaxon!"

She twisted and turned under the pressure of his arms, as though trying to escape me. But I didn't stop; I could see by the rolling of her eyes and the way her lips fell open, that she was in heaven.

“Put your legs around me, Raven.” My voice, rough and guttural and nearly incoherent, was unfamiliar to my own ears. But somehow Raven managed to understand me and she did as instructed, her hands fretting up and down my back, her long nails digging into my flesh in a way that fed my lust even further.

I slid into her, then out, again and again, hot flesh slapping against hot flesh, her soft cries muffled by my ravenous mouth as it ate into hers, my tongue thrusting between her parted lips in rhythm with my bucking hips.

My vision seemed to grow blurry as my movements quickened and deepened. And then I was coming, in a hot, torrential release that had the both of us shouting out.

Then our bodies relaxed, as she collapsed into my arms. We were both panting, but it slowly evened out. After a few minutes of hugging and caressing each other on the bed, I pulled away from her.

She fell sideways, sprawling, gasping away. She managed to turn her head to find me looking at her.

And before I could fight the instinct, I pulled her into my arms and dug my fangs into her neck, marking her as my mate.