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“Where’s your stuff?” I ask.

“What about this door?” she asks.

“He got it,” I say, then toss my head up. “Let me get your bags so we can go.”

“Everything is in my Jeep.” We leave the condo and make our way to her ride. We drop Shae off at the courthouse first. She and Enani embrace for a long time before we pull off. Once she’s back in the passenger seat, Enani rubs my leg. “You came for me and right on time.”

“I’ll always come for you,” I tell her before driving off. We make it to my house about thirty minutes later and I carry her inside then go back to grab her bags. She’s in the bar area pouring herself a shot. At no time in the car did she tell me what happened and I didn’t press because I felt she was anxious and didn’t want to press her. She’s calmer now and I need to know. “Has he put his hands on you before?” I probe and she shakes her head adamantly.

“No. Langston isn’t that dude. Well, shit. I thought he wasn’t until today.” She downs the shot and pours another. “I thought a lot of shit until today.” She lifts the shot glass then asks, “Want one? I don’t want to drink alone.”

With me, you don’t have to do shit alone, ever again, I communicate and she tilts her head. After staring at me intently, she blinks back to back.

“I heard you but your lips didn’t move.” Her words are slow and contemplative, like she’s questioning them.

“My blood, your blood, I told you we were bonded,” I say out loud, then continue through our link. We can communicate like this. Just me and you, and the next time you need me, call out to me.

“I heard that!” she exclaims excitedly. After placing the shot glass back on the bar counter, she says with a big ass smile, “Do it again.”

I reach out and pull her to me. When her soft body presses into mine, I start. I spared him because you asked me to, this time. If he or any other nigga harms you in any way, I won’t hold back.

I know. I know. You are my hero.

Nah, just yours.

You’re right, just mine. She smiles then purses her lips for a kiss and I grant her wish. Now, take me to your room. I want to shower this day away with you. After playfully throwing her over my shoulder, I carry her to the bathroom, place her on the counter, then start the shower. When I step back her way, she smirks. You look hella sexy in this uniform.

You should see what I see, beautiful.

She laughs then unbuckles my pants as I step out of my boots. She removes my shirt next, kissing my chest. Slowly she runs her tongue up my chest then traces my Danakil clan markings. Her touch sets my skin on fire and my fangs appear, craving her sweet blood.

“Bite me,” she utters sensually as fuck and my damn dick jumps.

“If I do, we’ll never make it into the shower,” I admit. “I can’t bite you and not fuck you. That shit is torture.”

“Then let me down so we can do both. I want you inside me so bad. Your fangs and your dick.”

“Fuck, baby. You keep saying shit like that we might not ever get out of this shower or house.”

She’s off the counter in seconds and I remove her clothes just as fast. In the shower, it takes all my strength to keep my dick and fangs to myself as we take turns washing this day off our bodies. After she steps under the shower head to rinse off, she perches on the bench, raises one leg, and props that foot up. Her pretty pussy begs for me to come over even before she verbalizes the invitation.

“I’m ready,” she purrs. The most beautiful creature on this earth is the Black woman but when it’s the Black woman made for you, your mate, shit hits different. Her beauty is transcendent, more than anything I can put in words. Enani is truly mine and she looks absolutely gorgeous sitting on my bench looking at me with so much lust in her eyes. The view is perfection. “You gon’ make me wait?” she asks and I smile.

“I’m not waiting, just taking you all in before I fuck the shit out of you.”

“I hope you’re done with the taking in part, because I can’t lie, the second part sounds like a great time,” she teases.

“Trust me; it is,” I say before getting to her in a flash. My fangs enter her thigh and my fingers are buried deep inside her warm pussy in seconds. As I drink her warm blood, my fingers fuck her until she trembles. When her body bucks and she jumps back, I toss her leg over my shoulder and grip her soft ass to keep her from moving. “You asked for this, don’t run now,” I tell her after retracting my fangs.

“But I can’t hel—” she begins, her words trailing off when I switch my attention to her swollen clit. My lips suck it and my tongue flicks it while my fingers work hard to make her cum. I want her soaking wet before I bury my brick hard dick in her walls. It doesn’t take long either. When I remove my fingers and dip my tongue into her opening, her nails dig into my back and her head slumps then she starts moaning uncontrollably. The orgasm rips through her and she cums in my mouth.

“Fuck! I don’t know what’s sweeter… this,” I say, then lick my lips, “Or this.” My fangs appear and tear into her thigh again.

“Oh shit,” she sighs as I drink her blood. Catching myself before I drink too much, I stop, heal her wound, then lift her off the bench. After turning the water off, I carry Enani to my bed and gently lay her down. “You not giving up already, are you?” she utters, then releases a puff of air. Her body’s still recovering from her orgasm.

“Nah. Just letting you catch your breath.”

“Don’t worry about me; I’m a big girl,” she says with a cute smirk.