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I growl, pulling her closer and kissing her passionately. Viona's hand wraps around my erection and strokes me slowly. She lifts her hips, positioning herself over me. "Do it. Fuck me." I whisper, gripping her ass. She sinks down, impaling herself on my cock. Viona moans and begins rocking her hips. I watch her ride me, her breasts bouncing, her face contorting in pleasure. She's so beautiful, so sexy. She rocks harder and faster, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Oh, baby, you feel so good. So wet. So tight." I groan.

Instead, I sagged forward, shaking, fury and arousal warring inside me until I thought I might combust. God, what was wrong with me? I’d spent years with Evan, years saving myself, years swallowing every little desire because he wasn’t ready, because I thought it would mean more later. And now, now Damian Blackwood had me dripping and aching after nothing more than a few words and a wicked smile. Worse? I liked it. The admission made me want to crawl out of my own skin, but I couldn’t stop replaying it. His mouth at my throat. His voice in my ear. His fingers slick with my wetness.

“This isn’t a romance novel, Lila. It’s my life. And I don’t want sparks with him. I want him to leave me alone.” But deep down, a small, traitorous part of her wasn’t so sure. Meanwhile, Damien stared out at the skyline from his office, a glass of scotch in hand though the sun was barely past noon. Grace Monroe was dangerous not because she could ruin him, but because she could distract him. And Damien Blackwood didn’t allow distractions. Yet for the first time in years, he didn’t feel like a man in control. He felt like a man on the edge of something he couldn’t quite name.

69 VIKTOR As I held her, as I claimed her, I knew she had become mine in every way that mattered. And there was no going back for either of us. We had both become creatures of darkness, but we had found something in each other that neither of us had ever expected. Love. But love had no place in our world. We had crossed the point of no return. And now, we were both trapped in this abyss, together. Forever. Reigning over the global arms market with my queen. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. 70 VIKTOR Her breath was ragged against my chest, her hands pressed into me with an urgency that mirrored my own.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

“And what choices are those?” The older woman leaned forward, eyes glittering with the cruel satisfaction of a cat playing with its prey. “The choice to control. To manipulate. To seduce you into believing you’re special while keeping you tied to his leash. That’s Damien Steele. That’s the man you think you love.” The words sliced through Sierra, each one deliberate, aimed to wound. But beneath the pain was defiance. She had seen Damien stripped of his armor, vulnerable, trembling not with fear of losing power but fear of losing her.

Still, everything he was saying unnerved and excited every fiber of my being in the same instant. I knew it was foolish. I also knew I couldn’t possibly take another round, yet here I was, winding my body with his, begging without words for him to keep going. Until this moment, I’d chalked up the romance novels I read to fantasy. Ludicrous notions of perfection that no one could achieve outside their dreams. There’s always something. A cough, a fart, even hair in the worst possible place—something jarring the all-consuming sensations back to realism. But this? This wasn’t that. He wasn’t that.

My voice was gone from screaming, and my legs felt like liquid. The stick up his ass? No. The Cavendish brothers simply employed different means to the very same end: total, exhilarating dominance. Basil used mind games and cold demand. Baxon used emotional appeal and devastating pleasure. He knelt before me, his breathing ragged, his eyes—identical to Basil’s, yet softer, more emotionally charged—searching mine. “God, I really can’t believe how great you are. How hot you are. How sexy you are. Where the hell did you even come from, girl?” he breathed, his voice hoarse.

The moon hung low between the trees, enormous and black at its core, rimmed with a ring of dull silver fire. Zevran was already awake, standing at the edge of the clearing. The light carved him into shadow and steel. He didn’t turn when he spoke. “It wasn’t supposed to rise yet.” Kaelira swallowed. “The Black Moon.” He nodded once. “Every hundred years. It draws power from those tied to the old seals.” His gaze cut toward her. “From you.” Her mark burned hot. “You’re saying this thing woke up early because of me?” “Because of the bond,” he corrected. “Our magic combined woke the lunar current. It’s feeding on us.”

Up close, he was even more devastating, flawless skin, full lips curved in a slight, knowing smirk, and a faint scar above his left eyebrow that only added to the danger. "Are you Ava Thompson?" His voice was deep, with a rumble that vibrated through me. I blinked, shocked silent. How did he know my name? My full name? Panic clawed at my throat, but all I could wonder was how a man could be this handsome. It wasn't fair, evolution had no business creating perfection like this. "I... uh... yes?" I stammered, voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, as if confirming something on an invisible list. "I'm Adrian Blackwood. I'm your mother's new husband."