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  He pulled his mouth away, trailing kisses from her lips to her throat as he lifted up just enough to yank her destroyed shirt away. With one tug, he ripped away the boxers. Jasmine’s fingers tangled in his hair, seeking something to hold on to. The urgency and purely primal way Chase touched her was an exhilarating experience. No one had ever wanted her as much as he did.

  “Mine,” he growled in a deep, sensual voice before his teeth gently nipped just under her ear.

  “Yes,” she agreed, out of breath, despite his tone leaving it clear that it wasn’t a question. He was staking his claim and she was willing to let him.

  He released her and she wanted to protest when he sat up, until she realized the cause. It was with regret that she stopped touching him too, unable to hold on as he shifted away. She instantly missed exploring his heated, muscular body. His shirt was quickly shed but he just unfastened his pants and shoved them down before he was on top of her again. Her thighs spread to give him access to settle over her once more. It made the ache to have him inside almost unbearable while she waited to see what he’d do.

  His brilliant blue eyes blazed when their gazes met as his rigid cock nudged against her pussy. She was wet and ready to accept him as he entered her in one slow drive of his hips. The sensation of being filled and stretched—taken—was all-consuming to Jasmine.

  Chase froze, buried deep inside her.

  “Mine,” he repeated. “Forever.” He leaned in closer until their noses pressed together. “Agree to be my mate.”

  “I do.” She meant it. She wanted to join with him in every way. “Take me.”

  A snarl came from his parted lips. That animalistic sound might have frightened her at any other time, but then he began to move in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels finding purchase on the waistband of his leather pants, which were snagged on the back of his thighs. Every slide of his cock against sensitive nerve endings brought her closer to coming. Her nipples grew taut, her vaginal muscles clamping around his thick girth. The pleasure intensified until it threatened to drown her. Moans tore from her throat.

  “Suck on me,” he demanded. “Don’t stop.”

  Her first thought was that he wanted oral sex, but then his wrist was suddenly against her mouth. Hot liquid with a metallic taste coated her tongue, and she knew it was his blood. At some point, without her realizing, he’d cut himself. His fingers curved around her jaw, turning her head away slightly but keeping his wrist bleeding over her parted lips.

  He fucked her harder, the intense pleasure making her almost oblivious to the tingling inside her head. She swallowed his blood, too focused on the coming climax to care or think about what it meant.

  His teeth clamped onto her neck where it met her shoulder and Chase bit down. His fangs punctured her skin.

  Pain and pleasure blurred together, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other as sheer ecstasy struck. She exploded from within, orgasms jolting through her in an endless loop. Chase bit deeper, sucking her blood, and groaned. Their bodies were locked together, trembling, when his hips finally stilled.

  Sweetheart? Can you hear me?

  She attempted to turn her face away from his wrist but the hand holding her jaw tightened.

  Don’t. Keep drinking. Send your thoughts to me. I’ll hear you.

  It was difficult to put words together while her body still twitched and reeled from making love. Chase’s voice was inside her head, his mouth still locked on her neck, so it was impossible that he’d spoken aloud. She breathed through her nose and tried to calm her erratic breathing.

  Chase?

  We’re mates. No speaking is needed. You can let go of me now. I’m going to gently withdraw my teeth. Hold still. This won’t hurt. Just relax. I’m blocking your pain.

  It stunned her that he could do that. He pulled his wrist away and she sucked air into her mouth. The taste of his blood wasn’t gross, but instead something she wanted more of. It worried her, but her mate was suddenly speaking inside her mind again.

  It’s normal, sweetheart. You’re different now but you were already changing before we formed our life bond. You’ll crave my blood and it will taste sweet to you. He pulled his fangs away and the area he’d bitten had gone numb.

  Jasmine turned her head, staring up at him when he looked down at her. The way his eyes glowed was spectacular. His mouth was closed and none of her blood showed until he licked his bottom lip. His tongue was bright red.

  “You’re not comfortable with silent conversations.” His voice came out husky. “You’ll quickly adjust to our mate bond and learn to appreciate that we can communicate without others hearing us.” He chuckled. “Read me. You can. Just try. It’s all there for you if you open up.”

  She closed her eyes to concentrate, a tiny bit afraid of what she’d find if she were able to do the impossible.

  His thoughts didn’t transfer to her, but intense emotion suddenly filled her. Love. Tenderness. A deep sense of protectiveness. Passion. He wanted her again.

  Yes, I do. I’ll always want you. I do feel all those things. Did you believe I’d want to mate you if I wasn’t willing to die for you? You’re mine, and I’m yours until the end of our time.

  Jasmine’s eyes opened to stare at him in wonder. Tears blinded her as her own emotions surfaced. She loved him and he loved her back. All doubt left.

  I’m still not comfortable talking this way. I love the sound of your voice. It’s sexy.

  He laughed. “Okay, sweetheart. Anything you want.”

  “Anything?”

  His eyes narrowed as he read her mind and lowered his mouth to hers for a kiss.

  Always. We can definitely do this more. My sister and our dinner can wait. I’m going to make love to you again.

  Good. Stop thinking at me and do it.

  Chapter Six

  Chase was tense when he reached the club. He hadn’t wanted to leave Jasmine but he needed to confront the fallout of taking a mate.

  The two guards stationed outside the doors whipped their heads in his direction. The sound of them sniffing seemed amplified as he approached. They’d smell the change in his scent now that Jasmine was his mate. Her scent was mingled with his.

  The one on the left took a step back, his gaze instantly dropping. The one on the right growled, shock clear in his dark eyes.

  The threat was clear. Chase didn’t hesitate to grab Jacob by his jacket and slam him hard against the wall.

  “Do you have a problem, wolf?” he snarled.

  “No.” Jacob’s eyes flared before he dropped his gaze, darting it everywhere but at Chase’s face.

  Chase dropped the werewolf to his feet and stepped back, releasing him. “Good. You’re my enforcer. I expect you to respect my decision and my mate. I’ll leave it to you to notify the pack.” He growled low in his throat. “Can I count on you to dissuade anyone from causing trouble? I want the truth.”

  “Of course.” Jacob gave a sharp nod. “You’re my alpha.”

  “Don’t forget it,” Chase warned. He glanced at Paul. “Do you have a problem?”

  “No.” He shook his head wildly, his chin tucked. “Congratulations. When do we get to meet her?”

  “When I believe no one is stupid enough to challenge me or her.”

  Both werewolves were silent. Chase paused for a good minute but they refused to speak. It was going better than he hoped. Otherwise he’d have already had to fight and kill at least one of them.

  “I’m going inside now. Hold your posts. Has there been any trouble tonight in the club?”

  “No, alpha.” Jacob lifted his head and met his gaze, before glancing away. “It’s been quiet.”

  “Full house but no disturbances,” Paul added. “Just the way you like it.”

  Chase passed them and yanked open the door. The sound of music spilled out as he entered. All that soundproofing his friends had paid for worked. Flashing lights from the ceiling jumped around the dance floor to spotli