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tongue passed over her mouth.
    “Thought I was a good person.”
    “You are, Lupe.” He licked the corner of her swollen lower lip.
    “Why then? Why’d I get him for a soul mate?”
    “Fuck, I wish I knew.” His tongue glided over her lips again, and then it slipped inside.
    His tongue tasted salty in her mouth, and she welcomed it. She welcomed his lips, firm but soft, hungry, but not demanding. His hands still restrained hers, his legs still pinned hers, but his lower body weight didn’t touch her. And now she wanted it to. She wanted his touch to progress, while at the same time, she never wanted his sweet kiss to end. Because there was so much hope in that kiss—hope for them both that they weren’t simply living out a death sentence. Hope that two fractured souls might merge and mend as one.
    When it finally did end and Kai lifted his mouth from hers, his breathing was erratic, and his blue irises were bright, bleary bands rimming his dilated pupils. An unanswered question pulsed to life within the vein that throbbed down the midline of his forehead. She knew her own flushed face projected the same question.
    And she felt the weight of Kai’s stare the way she wanted to feel his cock pressing between her thighs in that moment: hard and heavy.
    “Yes,” he answered. “Were I still alive inside, Lupe, I’d be inside of you right now.”
    Her belly fluttered at his words, warmth pooling within her core.
    “But we can’t,” he told her. “Because I’m not. We’re not.”
    He watched the regret that played over her features, followed by understanding, and resignation. “And because I want to bite you, Lupe. I want to feel your fragile skin tear open beneath my canines.” It wasn’t an apology. It was just a fact. “I prefer to come with the taste of blood on my tongue—with the sensation of broken flesh in my mouth. That is who I am.”
    The girl from Jussara, young though she was, understood. Accepted Kai’s preferences more easily than most humans might have. Her mother had taught her to believe that they were all God’s creatures, and that although God’s initial creation was always central, it was primitive, not perfect, as others often believed. Because what God made, life experience was meant to form. So the end product, which some might view as warped, or misshapen, was always, always the true perfection of a being.
    Even Nahuel. Knowing her mother in heaven had already forgiven Nahuel for being who he was—even for doing what he had done—didn’t make it any easier for Lupe to.
    “You don’t smell afraid anymore.” Kai’s assertion was an understatement. He was sure the whole house—perhaps even the forest around them, smelled of her arousal … and fifty years’ worth of his pent-up, unbridled animal lust.
    Lupe thought he might kiss her again. Maybe just once more. He looked like he was about to as he dipped his mouth to hers, but before their lips touched, an explosive sound like something akin to a sonic boom shook the house, rattling the windows and blasting Lupe’s bedroom door clear off its hinges.
    A startled Ines screamed from the guest bedroom, Jussara commenced crying in her crib from the nursery, and Kai groaned, “Fuck,” as Alcaeus’ sister Lessa, her royal majesty herself, burst into the room with Kaleb to catch them in their embrace on the bed—Kai’s dirty, naked body and rock-hard dick hovering above Lupe’s restrained, scantily-clad form.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    “You really think Nahuel would’ve killed her parents regardless?”
    Kai shrugged. “What does it matter? He did kill them. It’s fact. Contemplating what if’s and alternate endings will only torture her unnecessarily for the rest of her life. Better that she think it was a foregone conclusion with him that was beyond her ability to change.”
    Kaleb nodded. “Sage healing advice, Doc.” His big palm landed on Kai’s shoulder with a thwack. “Might want to apply it to yourself