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I took out my phone while he was still working on me, moaning and panting like a horny bitch. "I need another fifty units of dismutase ASAP," I said. "I need a hundred," Leo mumbled with my dick in his mouth. "Make it a hundred," I corrected. Leo's throat tightened. He enjoyed taunting me like this while I'm on the phone. The metallic female voice in the phone said, "Yes, Sir. A hundred units of dismutase. Shipment will be at the bunker in two hours. Code number 6309." I hung it up and looked down at him.

Let's end this. ***

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"Celine, I need your hands. Now!" I didn't have time for a slow detox. The infection was moving through their lymphatic systems, heading straight for the "seeds" of their power. I reached into the bottom of my kit and pulled out three obsidian needles, tipped with Glacier-Silver—a substance so volatile it could freeze blood solid if used incorrectly.

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Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

We're still in the canteen, eating our lunches and I can't stop laughing between Rhea and Jordan's argument between who's husband Chris Hemsworth is, clearly the two of them are just some delusional idiots. "Excuse you! You were just a pubic hair when I saw Chris! So he's mine!" Rhea exclaimed with a smirk on her face. Jordan laughed bitterly and crossed his arms. "I beg your pardon, Rhe-a, you were just a a sperm and an egg cell when I saw Chris! So you better back of girl or I'll put you back into your mother's womb," Jordan fires back.