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I moaned into Elijah’s mouth as his fangs grazed my lips, drawing a small bead of blood. He lapped at it, a growl of pleasure rumbling in his chest.
"You taste so good," he whispered, his voice husky. "I missed you so f*****g much. I almost thought I lost you to that wolf boy."
I pulled away and kissed his lips. "Never, babe. You know I’m only doing this for the death of my godmother, Tricia. I have to make sure the wolf boy’s family is on my side until my father strikes. I couldn't care less about that mutt."
He smiled, a slow, predatory smile. "Good. Because I'd hate to have to kill him for touching you."
"You're so possessive," I teased, running a finger down his chest. "I love it."
"I know," he said, pulling me closer. "Now, tell me everything. How did it feel to kill t
