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all and slung her over his shoulder. He ran toward his car
across the property. She glanced up; her torn panties lay not far
from her sandals on the dock, which quickly disappearing from view.
Deegan hadn’t even tucked his cock back in his pants. She hoped to
God her father wouldn’t look out the window right then, her bare
ass high in the air and her shirt open.
    He didn’t open the car door,
just dropped her into the passenger seat of his vintage Thunderbird
convertible, one of the many classic cars Deegan owned. She could see him
tucking himself back in his jeans as he ran around and opened the
driver door. Turning the key and backing out, he roared off,
leaving a trail of black rubber on the driveway. The wind took his
magnificent raven hair and blew it all around him as he
accelerated.
    “ My house, all night, Raylene.
In my bed. On my body, riding my cock. All night,” he
growled.
    She reached up to wipe away a
small trail of blood and semen from her mouth. “All night, Deegan.”
    ****
    It was done. They were bonded,
mated. Bound together by blood. Marked in ownership and allegiance
and partnership. The experience had been more powerful than Deegan had ever
imagined it would be. His previous mates, at least six in the last
eight hundred years, were all human. He marked them sure, but he
had never been marked in return. This was a revelation. The bond had
a stark feeling of permanence to it, which he did not feel with his
previous female mates. He knew he would only be with them a handful
of decades. He never offered to turn any of them, because if he
were to be honest, he did not love them deeply enough to share
possible immortality. The closest was Hannah. The fact she’d given
birth to his child touched him deeply, but he never relayed the
emotion to her, something he still regretted. And to have her die
so horribly in his arms—he shook his head as he rounded the corner,
the classic Thunderbird hugging the twisting Highway 3. He couldn’t
think of that now. Tonight was not the time or place for in-depth
examination of emotions and feelings and making long-term
plans.
    All he could focus on was
fucking Raylene thoroughly, every way possible, multiple times.
Decades of want and need for h er flooded every inch of his soul. He did not want
to examine anything beyond lust tonight. He wanted her. Fought it
long enough, he couldn’t or wouldn’t fight it anymore.
    Raynor giving his blessing was the kick in
the ass he needed, sod the rest. He watched as Raylene’s sexy pink
tongue reached out and swiped away his blood and semen from the
corner of her mouth. He almost went off the side of the road. His
cock could steer the car it was so hard and ready to burst from his
jeans. Raylene slowly snapped her top together. If he could drive
the automobile with her grinding away in his lap, he would do it.
Jaysus, thank God his house was only a few kilometers
away.
    His mate.
    They could only have sex with
each other now, no one else. It had been over one hundred and fifty years since
he last took the Mate Bond, so it would be quite an adjustment to
be faithful with one woman going forward. But it was done now, no
going back.
    He didn’t want to go
back.
    This was beyond lust, and he knew it.
Or he wouldn’t have fought it for as long as he did. He didn’t want
to love again. Seemed fate had other plans.
    Deegan pulled into his driveway. He put the
car in park, ran around to the passenger door, and lifted Raylene
into his arms. At five feet-six, she was a perfect fit for him with
her lush curves and full, sensual mouth, plus she had Raynor’s best
facial features. She wasn’t drop dead gorgeous, as Julian had
managed to get the perfect, pretty looks, but Raylene possessed a
beauty all her own.
    He ran into his house, taking the stairs
two at time. He sensed they were alone—perfect. Raylene’s arm
circled his neck, and she nuzzled his throat, murmuring what she
wanted him to do to her. He was ready to explode in