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“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

The words fell from my lips before I could think to stop them. Typical of Bella, she didn’t miss a beat before she replied, “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

I froze with my palms caressing her calves. All the girls? Was she fucking kidding me? “Bella, there are no other girls.”

She smirked at my seriousness. “I know. It was a joke, Vincent.”

I leaned down, placing a kiss on her hipbone before biting it hard. Then I spoke against her skin. “I don’t like jokes about other girls when you’re laid out in front of me like a feast, baby.”

Her breath hitched. “Like a feast?”

I licked my way to the other side of her hip as I nodded. “Like a feast I’m about to devour.”

“Oh.” She was breathless with anticipation, but I was too. I didn’t wait for her to say anything else. Instead, my fingers gripped her upper thighs and parted them, making room for my shoulders as I leaned down and kissed her pelvis.

Divinity. Her body, her scent, the way every inch of her perfectly matched mine, it all had to be a gift from the divine. There was no other explanation. Nothing I would accept, at least. How could something fit so perfectly with me, a perfect fucking match, and not be mine while I’m stuck on this earth?

Divinity. It was what she tasted like when my tongue finally swept between her pretty pink lips. Pure ambrosia, the best type of assault to my senses. Her taste on my tongue sparked want I hadn’t let myself acknowledge in so fucking long, that for a moment, my muscles literally weakened with it. I wanted to taste her every day for the rest of my life, and I knew this moment wouldn’t be enough. I would never get enough.

Divinity. The sounds that spilled from her with each sweep of my tongue made me think that maybe for once, fate was on my side. I’d never heard a sound so sweet, so pure, with so much damn melody. It was music. It was pure harmony. And if I died right here, in this very spot, I absolutely knew it was because nothing would ever enthrall me more than this exact moment.

I adjusted my body and brought my fingers to her core, inserting one slowly into her as my tongue worked against her clit. She whimpered, her body wiggling as she tried to chase her release. Another finger, and she gasped, the slight stretch of her channel pulling the most alluring sound from her throat. God, she was perfect, so fucking perfect, I wanted to curse the fates for this trick they were playing on me. How could something fit with me, taste like they were made for me, make sounds that soothe my soul, and not be mine?

I angled my wrist, working my fingers in a curve, and each pull outward and push back into her body only caused more enthralling sounds to fall from her lips. She was frantic under my assault, each movement of her body bliss against mine as I brought her closer to the edge. And when she finally climaxed, with my mouth working her clit and her body gripping my fingers, I knew that the scream that broke into the trees around us was one I would never forget. I’d replay it in my dreams, think about it as I stroked my cock, wish for the sound again and again every fucking day until I was gifted the opportunity to hear it again, and I would hear it again. I was absolutely certain of that now.

When her body relaxed around my fingers, I dragged them out slowly before walking them up her stomach. “Was that my name I heard you scream?”

She smiled, her chest still heaving as she fought to keep her breath. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I think you do.” I took one nipple in my fingers and toyed with it. “I heard you scream ‘Vince’ with the most attractive orgasm face I’ve ever seen.”

“Still don’t recall.” A slight smile played at the corner of her lips. “You’ll have to refresh my memory.”

This girl. This girl was, without a doubt in my mind, my number one weakness. Maybe she always had been and I’d ignored it, but there was absolutely no way to ignore it now. I was weak for her and those violet eyes. Those fucking luminous eyes that looked at me with such challenge, I would be a fool to deny her of anything she asked.

Without warning, I flipped her around onto her hands and knees. Leaning over her back, I whispered in her ear, “You ever challenge a big bad wolf before, baby? Think you could handle it?”

She tilted her head toward me. “Give me your worst.”

Without warning, I plunged my cock into her, jolting her body forward as I sheathed myself in her body. She was wet and waiting, her cunt weeping around me as I filled her to the brim. I wasn’t gentle or sweet, and I suspected sweet wasn’t what she wanted, not from me at least. Not right now, when sticks buried in our knees and leaves were stuck in her beautiful hair. The sight alone was picturesque, and I took a moment to memorize it all before flexing my hips back and slamming into her again.

She cursed, her fingers curled into the dirt on the ground. “I thought the big bad wolf would give me more than that, Vincent.”

More? She wanted more? I could give her more. I could play hard and rough if that was what the minx really wanted. I pulled my body back, peeling my skin from hers, and slammed home so hard and fast, I felt her legs quiver. She liked it, that was apparent. I pulled back, ready to give her the dicking of a lifetime, when I saw it. A faded silver mark so light that if the sun hadn’t caught it at the right moment, I would have missed it. I would have missed the fate mark etched into her skin. The fate mark that looked exactly like the one imprinted on my right thigh.

“You still with me, Vincent?” She damn near purred my name, and I was fucking choking. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to. I swallowed hard, realizing that fucking ramifications of what this all meant. Of what Silas had been hiding this whole fucking time. Why? I need to know. I had to know why.

I swallowed again. “I’m just warming up, baby.” And then I slammed my cock into her body, allowing myself to recognize her for what she was—home.

I slammed my body home.

Chapter 27

BELLA

I always knewhe would be intense. He held a sort of otherworldly fire about him, a glowing ember just under the surface ready to become flames. And when he ignited…when the cinders finally sparked and the wind finally blew, allowing him this sole moment to free the simmering blaze, the combustion was astronomical.

I spent my entire childhood following them around, a part of me wishing I could be something bigger than the kid always under their feet. My entire teenage years were spent dreaming of Vincent and Boyce in the most nonplatonic way possible, and I’d thought it was wrong, that there was something wrong with me for it, because who dreams about the men who’d practically helped raise them? But then, when my mind latched on to Silas, I knew, I fucking knew that this, me wanting them, all of them, this was everything right, despite the feeling of it being wrong.