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    “Oh baby.” He swept her against the wall, guiding her legs around his waist, and pressed his tip at the entrance to her wet pussy. “I’m going to show you how much I liked it.” Swooping his mouth onto hers, he ravaged the inside with such a hunger that she sagged against him. He tore away from the kiss long enough to hear her speak one word.
    “More.”
    It barely left her lips before he kissed her again, rubbing the tip of his cock over that sensitive, delicious bud. The friction made his balls clench tight. He’d never wanted a female more, but he only swept the outside of her pussy before pulling away and doing it again. Matching his tongue to his body, he stroked the inside of her mouth until she writhed against him.
    She dug her nails into his ass and drove his cock partway inside.
    The unexpected pleasure tore a groan from deep inside his chest. He reached down and flattened his palm against her back, moving lower until his hands cupped her hips, drawing her even closer so he rubbed on her with his movements. Easing inside of her with a small thrust, he clenched his teeth at the piercing, primal desire pulsating within his groin.
    Incomprehensible words escaped her lips. Their heartening tones and her clenching hands encouraged him to pick up the pace. Her pussy clenched around his hard shaft, winding tighter with each firm stroke, until his body burned with a single belief.
    “Mine…”
    It was a declaration of pure possession that his rational mind couldn’t believe he’d made.
    She grasped his hair and yanked his head back. “Fuck yes, I’m yours.” Then she pierced his carotid with her fangs, drawing his blood in greedy gulps.
    The weakness in his knees didn’t come from blood loss, but the shards of pure ecstasy that kicked into his lower back and spread into his groin. It erupted through the tip of his cock as he spilled his seed inside of her.
    Her muffled cries joined his as she rocked her hips and clutched him close.
    The previous urgent fire was replaced with a cozy euphoric high. His knees buckled and they slid down the wall together as he continued to pound into Clementine. That far-off roaring turned out to be his. The ache in his loins was satisfied and, from Clementine’s limp body pressed over his, he’d say her hungers were too.
    The shower water grew cooler and she finally raised her head from his shoulder.
    He brushed the curls from her face. “You’re so beautiful.”
    She gave him that shy smile he was beginning to cherish. “So are you.”
     

 
    Chapter 8
     
    Clementine left the bathroom almost stumbling over her own feet as Sam’s powerful shifter blood coursed through her body. Her fingers and toes tingled and it wasn’t from the energy her feeding provided, but from a certain male with a gifted cock.
    Hot damn, Sam could ask her to fulfill whichever of his fantasies anytime.
    The cellphone her master had given her beeped with the sound of a text message . She hurried over to where she’d left it on the kitchen counter. Scrolling through the small list, she recognized her master’s number.
    Sam strolled into the room towel-drying his hair. She loved the way his sweatpants clung to his ass and legs.
    She could ignore the text. Maybe erase it and pretend she’d never received it. Torn between her desire to remain with Sam as long as she could and her duty to her master, she clutched the phone to her chest.
    Sam smiled at her and played with her wet curls. “What do you want to do tonight? I’m sure I can find a deck of cards around here somewhere.”
    A century of duty toward her master won her internal battle. Her master deserved her obedience more than she deserved happiness. He’d given her freedom no other would have offered. Not during the time period she’d been made. Females had just been objects then. “I have a message. Daedalus wants to meet at–” She glanced at the text again. “Northerly Island Park.”
    “Where?” Sam cocked an eyebrow