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A gasp that broke in half.

A whimper that begged for more.

His name, cracked and ruined on my tongue.

Everywhere his body touched mine, my skin burned.

And lower.

Much lower.

My pussy throbbed for him.

I grabbed the back of his head. His skin was hot and smooth under my palm. I pulled him closer, and he groaned. His chest pressed against my breasts, and my nipples dragged against hard muscle through the silk.

A hum rose in my throat, low and helpless, the same sound my grandmother used to make over a pot of gumbo when it finally tasted right.

He growled back and swallowed it whole.

His hand slid from my hip to my waist. His thumb stroked the underside of my breast, and more arousal poured out of me so hard that I felt it soak the silk beneath my thighs and pool along the bed.

He entered my mind. “Your pussy is soaked for me. My forms are now having a battle in my chest to decide who will fuck you first.”

I shivered. “Which one should I pick?”

He broke the kiss and dropped his forehead to mine, panting. "Wicked little witch."

When I finally opened my eyes, the dark room had taken on a faint luminescence, as if the air between us couldn't contain what he'd poured into me.

“Why am I wicked?”

“You shouldn’t encourage them, when you know it will be me.”

“Oh.” My body hummed for him so goddamn bad, but still I had to tease him. “Are you sure it will be you?”

He growled. “I am the one that took the most bullets.”

“Perhaps, I should grab my gun and shoot everyone equally.”

“My mate is so crazy and violent.” He blinked. “I’m not sure if you’re serious or not.”

I chuckled.

His whole body shuddered over mine. I felt it everywhere, a ripple under his skin like something beneath it was pushing to get out. The black hands of his curse moved across his stomach, gripping and shifting.

Then his eyes changed.

The gold-orange glow burned so bright it lit even my face.

My bottom lip quivered. "Yoichi?"

"My beast warrior wants to meet you." His voice cracked on the last word. "I have held him back all night."

I should have been afraid, but. . . I was too intrigued. "Let me meet him."

"Your pussy isn’t ready for him just yet.”

I widened my eyes. “Now no one said anything about my pussy meeting him.”