him of something so vitally crucial.
Taking a moment to bare his face to the moon, he then slashed his claws over a palm tree trunk, shredding it with five long marks. Not to destroy, but to warn whatever might circle her. She was under his protection. And it would remain forever.
He prowled to her back porch, her Florida room, his vision still lacking. But he enjoyed what he did see moments ago while playing with her through the phone. Her responding to his commands made him nearly lose his mind. Just like knowing she was right inside, there for the taking, made him want to come all over her creamy flesh and rub it in. Marking her in a male’s way, alongside a good bite to her throat, this was customary for his kind.
So that’s what he was going to do.
He waved a hand over her sorry latch, easily opening the back door and stepping inside. So lush was her scent! It was everywhere now. Inside his mouth, his nose, his body awakened after centuries in a way only a true mate can accomplish.
Here she was right before him.
Here he was right next to her.
Finally, he drew in more of her, filling his lungs with Azure Malloy. Now, he would be able to detect her in any direction within miles. She wouldn’t get away. Hopefully, she wouldn’t try.
He stared at her from above. At first glance, peace eased his werewolf. Healing roughened fragments floating in internal disaccord for so long, Gage had forgotten their painful edges. He absorbed her sleeping state, watching as her full lips parted on little sighs or incomprehensible mutterings, allowing the tone of her voice to stroke his ears. She was so incredibly lovely. Below perfectly arched brows, her thick lashes cast dark crescents under her eyes, though he did not know their color. Her hair was darker than midnight, inky as a Scottish werewolf. His heart pounded as he discovered each feature more incredible than the next. Her cheekbones were high and perfectly curved, soft and kissable. He stroked the back of his claw over her left cheek, wanting to follow it with tiny kisses.
His canines throbbed insistently, his werewolf reminding him of what he needed to do. If she were ever to get out of scenting range again as if he would let that happen but if she were taken from him., Well, he had to insure against that. And there was only one way to have that kind of insurance policy. On this night, he would drink from her flesh, a communion with his sweet treasure.
He kneeled next to her, longing to study her naked form, but instead, covering her with a soft quilt. Her fragrance brushed his palate and stroked his cock. He allowed her blood to call him in a way only true mates could and he salivated for her, truly hungered. Studying the pale arch of her throat, he pushed a few inky strands away, combing them with his claws. He nuzzled her shoulder, easing in on her throat, and licked a slow line down her jugular before sinking his long daggers into her delicious depths. She jerked upon impact, fluttering her eyes before going back to sleep.
Never again would he live without this, without her.
A satisfying swallow followed by another and another.
Gage groaned, completely ravaged with a need only she could fill. He reached inside his pants and ruthlessly squeezed his cock on the last draw. He rolled his palm over his tribal inflixx - rows and rows of piercings bored through the underside of his penis - and dreamed of bringing her to come with them. At that thought and her flavor, he exploded yet again, filling his palm with his seed - now, Azure’s seed. He pulled his hand out and curled it around her nape – mindful of his claws, gently but effectively rubbing it into her skin, and combining their scents in the most primordial way.
He bent his golden head and tongued his mark, nipping and sniffing the brand she would never see, but all other immortals would find it from afar.
From this day forward, Azure Malloy belonged to Gage MacGelton.
And God help anyone who thought
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