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lingered and she
wanted to lean forward and lick them clean.
    “Mine, Allegra. I’m going to take what is mine.”
    She nodded. There wasn’t a point in denying it any longer.
She’d left a trail of psychic breadcrumbs across the world, leading him here.
She’d made peace with her past and herself. Three hundred years was a long time
to run from the one thing she needed—her druid, her mate, her Master.
    He gripped the edges of her corset and ripped, tearing the
material apart. Her breasts spilled out into his hands. He molded them
together, kneaded, heating her blood, starting another fire in her gut. But he
didn’t linger, his touches were frantic, furious, as if he needed to fuck her
as badly as she wanted him to.
    His nimble fingers unbuttoned her leather pants and dragged
the zipper down. Metal grating on metal rasped into the silence, mingled with
their labored breathing and the waves crashing onto the shore.
    He dipped his hands inside the leather to touch her clit.
Skin-to-skin contact made her throw back her head and gasp. His touch was just
as she remembered—electrifying.
    “Take these off.”
    His gravelly tone was another indication of his growing
arousal. Not wanting to wait any longer or disappoint him, she pushed her hands
into the waistband of the leather pants and shoved them down.
    She watched as he unbuttoned his own pants and pushed them
past his hips. Like her, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock sprang
forward, long, thick and hard. The head glistened with pre-cum. He stroked his
hands up and down, moving the foreskin back and forth.
    She watched, bit down on her lip. Tiny pinpricks of blood
welled from the broken skin.
    His feral growl startled her for one brief moment. Unable to
control the beast before her, and not really wanting to, she gasped as his body
slammed against hers. Palming her ass, he lifted her, wrapped her legs around
his waist and pushed his cock inside her.
    It only took one shove for him to fill her pussy. She was so
wet, dripping, yet still he stretched her. The feeling of fullness, of delicate
pressure as she adjusted to his size, stole her breath.
    Her fingernails clawed as his shoulders, dug deep, drew
blood. “Fuck me, druid. No more waiting. Fuck me. Claim me. Possess me.”
    She rolled her hips, forcing him even farther inside her
cunt. He didn’t deny her. His hips pistoned forward, slamming her body into the
glass.
    In and out. In and out. His cock rubbed against her G-spot,
his pubic bone brushed her clit.
    He fucked her hard and fast, possessing her with his cock.
    “Yes, yes, just like that. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” She
whimpered, moaned, begged, unable to think of anything but the druid and the
delicious orgasm building in her womb.
    His tongue snaked out and licked the blood from her lips.
His hand shot to her throat, immobilizing her head. She should have been scared
but he didn’t squeeze.
    Instead he looked into her eyes and whispered, “Mine.”
    He swept his head down and she held her breath, waiting. His
fangs pierced her vein in a blinding flash of white-hot pain and blazing
desire. He forced his mind into hers, breaking down her carefully erected
barriers.
    She was powerless as he merged their minds. She saw his
search for her, his quest to find the woman who’d possessed his soul from the
minute she walked into the clearing offering him the dark gift.
    Flashes of his despair and anger at her leaving pierced her
heart. He didn’t just want to possess her in the way she had known centuries
ago, he loved her and that love burned pure and bright in his dark heart. His
need for her shone like a blazing inferno.
    He couldn’t speak the words but he’d shown her his love. And
what a glorious love it was. How could she run from this, from him, now?
    The erotic pull of his lips abated. His fangs retracted. He
lifted his head. His lips were flushed with her blood.
    “Drink from me, Allegra. Let me feed you. Let me be what