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licked her lips. Shome didn’t know if it was a good or bad sign. Did
Sam’s mate want to eat him or eat him?
    She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled across the
rumpled bed, ass in the air, gaze zeroing in on his hard dick instead of his
bloody nose.
    Well, that’s a relief , he thought as she ducked her
head and swallowed him to the back of her throat to hold him there for an
endless moment.
    His head fell back and he blinked at the ceiling as the
female cupped his balls in one hand, his shaft in the other, and sucked him
slowly. Just the way he liked it, he decided. And to think he’d been afraid he
wouldn’t be able to perform to her satisfaction. She seemed satisfied to take
control of his body and please herself with him as she saw fit.
    With a gasp of surprise, Shome found himself knocked on his
ass.
    Achelle presented him with her back…and ass. He bit his lip
as she kneeled over him and guided his cock inside her. Damn if he didn’t grow
even harder. Fully seated, she leaned forward on her arms and began to ride
him. Slowly at first. Then she picked up the rhythm and took him fast and
shallow.
    His body naturally moved with hers, thrusting up into her as
she rolled her hips, her ass flexing and softening, flexing and softening.
Hesitantly, he gripped her waist. When she didn’t take his head off for that,
he cupped her ass.
    Sam cursed him to the seven hells and lunged at him but
Faolan and Redell held him back. Achelle didn’t flinch. Instead she glanced
over her shoulder at Shome with a sly smile, clenched her inner muscles around
his cock and swiveled her hips. Shome instantly came, slamming up into her
again and again, strangling the sheets with his hands.
    When at last she’d milked him dry, he lay beneath her,
catching his breath and trying to recapture his sanity. There was still the
matter of adding his mark over her heart.
    He choked on a prayer sent right to the seventh god in the
seventh house when Achelle moved over him, offering her flesh, which already
carried the marks of his four older brothers. Relief and pride filled him that
his brother’s mate offered what the others were forced to take. She genuinely
seemed to like him, which was probably why Sam fought so hard to get at Shome.
    In the end it took Errol, Essar and Cannan to subdue Sam,
who only stopped fighting when Essar elbowed him in the temple, knocking him
out again. The two youngest, Redell and Faolan, looked sick with worry, their
skin pasty white and their eyes wide as if they’d just seen their own deaths.
    Shome swallowed a laugh, knowing his usual joking manner
would not be appreciated in this situation. Instead he suggested, “Not to ruin
your time with Sam’s mortal mate but I think you two might want to double up
like Errol and Essar did because when Sam wakes he’s going to be angrier than
ever.”
    Redell blinked at him as if he was having trouble
deciphering the meaning of his words. Shome turned to Faolan, who was watching
Achelle writhe on the bed with something akin to panic on his face.
     
    Redell couldn’t believe the time for him to lose the big V
had finally come. He swallowed convulsively as he approached the bed with
Faolan right beside him. Thank the seven great gods that he didn’t have to do
this alone, otherwise he might go limp-dick and pass the fuck out.
    Achelle was gorgeous and her sweet, succulent scent called
to him but images of his mortal mate flashed through his mind, silently tearing
out his guts. They had met three years ago when he’d been sixteen and she
fifteen. From the moment he’d scented her, he’d recognized her as his mate.
Having been born into a full-blooded Rane family, she had recognized him as her
mate also.
    He closed his eyes against the bruising pain.
    She had rejected him. Flat out. Hadn’t wanted him.
    She ran to prevent the bond between them from forming but
even with just the one brief meeting, she owned a piece of him and he a piece
of her.
    His heart