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I m possessive too, Tah. You re mine now, and I don t share.
He smiled at her, and if it melted her heart a little bit, then no one needed to know but her.
I m yours. His hand stroked over her skin, and she watched his gaze fall to the mark he d left
on her when he bit her. Does it hurt?
She flexed her shoulder and then shook her head. It doesn t.
I didn t mean to bite you, his brown eyes seemed contrite. I couldn t stop the urge. It was
like I needed to mark you in a way so that no one could ever say you weren t mine. And even I realize
how insane that sounds.
Without thought, she lowered her mouth to his chest and clenched her teeth in the top of his
pectoral muscle, just above his left nipple. She bit down hard and sucked his skin into her mouth. He
jerked against her and that sexy growl rumbled up through his chest again. His hands clenched against
her ass, and she felt the steel length of his erection before he flipped them over and spread her legs
with his knees.
She released him with a cry as he buried inside her once more.
Mine, Tah. She did a good job of growling at him. Now I ve marked you as well.
He growled down at her, but she could see the pleasure on his face, the warmth in his eyes.
Yours, he agreed and took her to heaven all over again.
Chapter Five
From the journal of Abby Lane
I dream about the lion. If I told anyone about these dreams, they d have me locked away,
claiming insanity. But the dreams are there, and I swear they feel real. More like visions than
dreams. Maybe I am crazy.
In the dream, I m surrounded by woods. There are trees and mountains, and though I never
see a house, I know I am home. Sometimes I walk alone. Then there are times I walk with a lion
beside me. He butts his head against my side as we walk, and I smile, brushing my fingers through
his mane. He is fierce and beautiful, but I have no fear of him, only love for him.
Once I dreamed of a child with golden hair and amber eyes that laughed up at me. And I felt
love, so much love pouring from me for this child. I can sense the man, but he always remains in
shadow, and I feel as if he represents the possibility that might exist if I make the right choices,
follow the right paths.
I sense he will come to me, and it will be up to me to save him. From what or who, I don t
know. But I know if I do the wrong thing, he ll die and the happiness I ve dreamed of will never be.
Sometimes when I m awake, I swear I can feel him there, in the mark of the lion s claws on
my skin. It s as if the lion was trying to tell me something when I was a child, but I didn t have the
ability to understand. I still see his big sorrowful eyes in my mind, both in dreams and waking. And
I wonder how he really died.
I hope when the time comes, I will know what to do. I want the happiness. The man. The lion.
And the child. I want it all, and I know no matter what battles lie ahead I will fight to get it and
kill to keep it. That knowledge terrifies me even as it strengthens me. I will kill to keep it.
* * * *
Abby awoke with Tah s erection nudging her ass. He was plastered against her back, one arm
lying under her pillow while the other wrapped around her waist and held her close to him. He had a
leg between hers, his hard thigh pressing against her pussy. A tremor went through him, and she felt
the tremble of abused muscles, even as her pussy grew wet with desire.
She rolled in his arms and wasn t surprised to find him blinking at her. She was happy to see
the warm brown of his eyes. His hand rubbed her ass, and his cock pulsed against her belly. There
was no way she could take him again this soon. She might be wet, but she was also sore. Before
yesterday, she d only had a toy or her fingers inside her. Tah was bigger than both of those. A lot
bigger. And she d taken him twice with little break between. She was going to need a little while
before they did that again.
But that didn t mean she couldn t do other things, things she d been dreaming about since she d
first laid eyes on him. With a gentle nudge from her, he rolled over to his back, and she licked her lips
as she let her eyes run over him. He was sheer masculine perfection, and he was hers. All hers.
She trailed her lips over his jaw, then along his neck, and down over his chest. She took
feminine delight in seeing the vivid mark on his skin where she d bit and sucked at him. She hadn t
pierced his skin as he had hers, but still, she d marked him as hers. She licked over it, then latched on
and sucked the skin into her mouth again.
He purred under her, one hand clasping her head and holding her to him. When she released
him, she licked over his nipple, teasing it until the flat disc hardened and brushed against her lips. She
nipped it with her teeth and sucked it before moving over his chest to do the same to the other nipple.
Abby. Her name was a purr rumbling through his chest as she slid over to his tattoo.
She kissed him there, nuzzling against it and licking the lines of the powerful lion s lips and
jaw. She nuzzled her nose against the one inked into his flesh. One final kiss there and she was sliding
lower still, her lips skimming over the flexing muscles of his incredible abdomen.
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