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“What if you had kids?”

“What does it matter?I don’t.I’m no longer with Denise.”

“But she ended it.You didn’t.”

“It’s all a part of the fate, princess.Fate had other plans for me, and on some level, Denise knew that, so she ended it.”

“You just said she ended it because—”

“For God’s sake!”He rubs at his forehead.“Yes, that’s the reason she gave me, and she probably thought it was true at the time.I’m telling you fate had other plans for me.Fate knew Denise was not my destiny, so fate intervened.I don’t have kids with her.I no longer love her.I love you, Hannah.You, vampire princess.And may God help me.”

He pulls me into his body and crushes his lips to mine.

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Ilove you, Hannah. You, vampire princess. And may God help me.

Rogan’s kiss is angry, but it’s a good anger.A hungry anger.He drugs me with his lips, his tongue, and I melt into him, let him consume me.

Again we seem to be of one body, and though it’s frightening, it is at the same time exhilarating.

I inhale—his lupine scent of spice and musk infuses every part of me.I’m wet.So wet and ready and ripe.My nipples are hard and wanting, and my flesh is tingling as sparks skitter over me.

And still we kiss…

We kiss as if it’s the end of the world, as if our lives will end at any moment and this is our last chance to touch each other.

Rogan cups my cheeks, holds my face, and I caress his muscular shoulders.

We kiss and we kiss and we kiss, until—

He breaks away, gasps in a breath.“My God, you’re beautiful.”His green eyes glow as he looks at me, and I see such passion, such devotion, in his stare.

No one has ever looked at me this way.

And no one ever will again.

I understand now.I understand what he means when he says we are mates, that there was never any choice.

“If only we could stay here,” I say softly.“Stay here and not be drawn into the middle of some ridiculous war between our people.”

“We can’t,” he says.“But for now, we can at least pretend.”

His lips come back down on mine, and I open for his kiss, even more intense than the last one.

In a flash, we’re naked, lying on the grass, and Rogan’s face is between my legs as he sucks at me as if it’s his last supper.I grab his head and grind into him, and before I know it, I’m releasing in a frenzy of pure pleasure.

“I will demolish you, princess,” Rogan says after kissing my thigh.“I will make you see that you’re mine.Feel that you’re mine.Understand in your heart and soul that you’re mine.”

Two fingers breach my cunt, and I explode again.

“You’re mine, princess.You’re mine, Hannah.Mine.Mine.Mine.”

He crawls on top of me and thrusts his cock into me.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

The words come from him, I think.Or perhaps from me.Doesn’t really matter.They’re true.Their very truth consumes my soul, and as he pumps into me, releasing…


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