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"Because I was stupid enough to fall in love with a witch hunter. Stupid enough to hope he might love me back. And if he did, I wasn't going to let anything come between us again."

"I'll give you a twenty-minute head start." His expression was inscrutable. But his unspoken words were clear: And then I'm coming for you.

"And you're a wolf I can't outrun," she whispered, closing her eyes against his touch. "Not even in my sleep."

"You are far worse than a thorn in my side," he said, his dark eyes gleaming at her.
"You are a knife in my heart."

If this was weakness, he wanted to be
weak.
If this was sin, let him be damned to
hell.

It was as if the betrayal of the past few
months never happened
Gideon suddenly couldn't understand
why they'd stopped doing this.
He missed her hair in his hands. Missed her warm, sweet mouth. Missed the way she melted like butter beneath his touch.
His entire being ached for her. Every touch of her lips, every press of her body, sent him closer to a deadly fire.

Fuck it.
Taking Rune's face in his hands, drawing her gaze to his, Gideon did what he'd wanted to do for days now. Ever since he found her crying in that powder room.
He slid his hands into her hair and
kissed her.
Rune tensed, like a deer in a hunter's
crosshairs.
Don't fight me, baby.

"You want the truth?" Her own hurt bubbled up, like steam from a volcano ready to erupt. "This is the truth: I would have married you in a heartbeat, had you asked me. I would have married you knowing you would hand me over to my killers
—or kill me yourself-the moment you found out what I was. That's how pathetic I am, Gideon! That's how desperately I wanted to be yours!"

RUNE WAS RIGHT ABOUT one thing: she wasn't just a girl. Not to him.
She was so much more than that.
Rune was a sparring partner. Someone to fight with, and admire. Someone to match.
Rune was a force. One Gideon could
barely keep up with.
He wanted to go after her and tell her as much.

“I don't want to hunt you anymore, he growled in her ear.”
“What do you want to do to me?”
Her hands tugged his hair.
His fingers unbuttoned her shirt.
“This.” He pinned her to the wall and murmured her name into her skin.
Rune,
Rune ...
"Wake up."

He walked her backward, angry. Her shoulders hit the wall, cornered. She shoved him. He grabbed her wrists. They glared at each other. His eyes dropped to her mouth.
Hers followed suit.
They were arguing again-only not with words. His mouth was on hers, hot and insistent; hers was hungry, insatiable, devouring.

Whispering delicious things into her skin. They'd given themselves to each other in an act that couldn't be undone, and now he was suffering the consequences of that decision.
This girl.

Instead, he'd found this Rune.
His Rune.
A total mess.

"What if we fight all the time?"
"I'd rather fight with you than do most other things."
Her forehead pinched in surprise. "You would?"
"Yes." He dragged the bridge of his nose across her cheekbone, breathing in her soapy scent. "And after we're done fighting, I'll take you to bed, and we'll reconcile. In fact, I think we should fight every day just so we can make up every night."❤️‍🔥

The way she arched against his hand, his mouth.
The soft sounds she made when he did something she liked.
His body tightened with desire.
Gideon had been exceptionally thorough tonight. He could therefore say, without a doubt, that Rune Winters had no casting scars anywhere on her body.
He could also say, without a doubt, that he wanted to do what they'd done again.
And again.
And again.

IT WAS ONLY LATER, after Gideon fell asleep with Rune cocooned in his arms, that she lay awake, her whole body buzzing with a frightening realization.
I'm in love with him.
Instead of getting Gideon Sharpe out of her system tonight, Rune had gone and gotten herself addicted.
The hunted had fallen for the hunter.

"Powerful," she whispered, kissing the crease between his brows away. "Like two souls fusing into one." Like a kind of magic.
"Oh," he said, and grinned.
Grinned.
Rune had never seen Gideon Sharpe grin in her whole life. Were there other ways to make him light up like that?
She wanted to find out.

Rune lost herself in the sensation of his mouth on the bare skin of her stomach, the scrape of his teeth on her hip bone, the roughness of his cheeks as he kissed between her thighs.
Rune had never known this kind of hunger. He was drowning her in it. Drowning her with his mouth and his hands and the growl of her name deep in his throat.
Bringing her to the cusp of a world she'd never dreamed existed.

"Oh, I'm not stopping." He lowered himself gently on top of her, nuzzling her cheek. "I was just warming you up."

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“I kept waiting for a telegram," she said.
"Or some other sign that maybe I'm not so easy to walk away from. But there was nothing until your note tonight-and that was only to say you'd be late." She looked up at him. "I thought you were jilting me."
"Jilting you?" Gideon's eyebrows arched.
He almost laughed. "Rune, I haven't stopped thinking about you for three straight days."

Rune was a bright light burning in a long, dark night.

"I remember the sound of your laugh," he said. "It pulled me like a magnet toward the beach, where I found the most beautiful girl in the world standing on the shore."
Rune's footsteps slowed.
His stopped altogether.
"When I saw Alex at your side, I knew exactly who you were: Rune Winters. The girl Alex never shut up about. A girl who was entirely off-limits, because my little brother found her first."

So, this horrible wanting afflicted him, too.
This is a game, she told herself, nuzzling her face into his palm. It's only pretend.
It's how she justified dragging her fingers through his hair and pulling his mouth down to hers.

The horror of it made Rune go cold.
"Gideon ...
Not seeing the realization dawning on her, he looped one finger into the seam of his underwear. "Last chance, Rune."
He dropped them next.
"Oh. My. Stars." Rune covered her eyes with her hands. "Gideon Sharpe!"
"Is that a blush coming up on your
cheeks?"
The heat of his teasing chased out the cold.

This is a game, he reminded himself, his chest tight. It means nothing.
But if that were true, why did he feel like he was walking straight off a cliff, hoping he wouldn't fall?

Of all the beings in Sombra or on Earth, there is only one who can command me and I will instantly obey. That, of course, would be my mate.

I'm not only tight. I'm freaking tense.
I need to relax. I need Nox to take me out of my head for a moment.
“Why don't you kiss me first?" I suggest
"Oh, my reason," he says in a husky voice.
"I was hoping you'd give me that honor."
Huh? Why did he say it like that? We've already kissed. A couple of times already, actually.

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Without saying a word, he flips me over by controlling me with my horns. He shoves me face-first into the bed, his cock still buried to the hilt. His touch on my horns makes me whimper. He feels so good.
"Did you really think you could fuck me in my dreams and I'd never wake up?" He slams into me, using the horns as leverage.

"How dare you tell me to be a good boy when you are such a bad fucking girl."

"No one has fucked me like you have. No one has felt as good as you do."
"And no one will ever fuck you again, do you hear me? You're mine, Fitz. Mine. No one will ever feel this thick cock stretch them. It's mine. Tell me."
"It's yours."
I rock my hips. "Again."
"My cock is yours."
I fuck him faster. "Again!" I scream, my orgasm barreling closer to destroy me.
"My cock is yours. I'm yours. Yours and yours alone."

"Please," he begs through broken breaths.
"Please, Wildflower. Please," he continues to ramble and plead. "I'll do anything. What do you want? I'll do it. I'll do anything for you.
Please, make me come. Please," he practically sobs, fisting the blanket under him.