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He pulled himself up on the bed and hovered over me. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him to me, greedy for more. “I need you inside me right now,” I breathed out before searing my lips to his. And oh, even the plush skin at my mouth could feel everything. It was like tingling electrodes were hooked up to my body, pumping fresh blood to every nerve ending I had. His tongue probed mine, and I felt it in my breasts. His hand grabbed my rib cage, and I felt it down my legs.

And when he slid inside of me? My entire body went haywire. Just a tiny movement caused another orgasm to ripple through me. He thrusted back and forth, digging his fingers into my skin as he grunted. Wave after blissful wave kept me riding him. It was like I never came down from the first high because it was just one continuous cycle of budding pleasure barreling through me.

“I can’t take anymore,” I whimpered as yet another brush of our bodies caused me to jump off a peak that felt never-ending. I was too sensitive, too responsive to every touch.

Hyde smiled down at me, obviously enjoying the show of my writhing body as I clenched and unclenched. It wasn’t until his thrusts turned hard and punishing that I thought I’d lose it.

“So close,” he rasped as my body coiled and spasmed, his heated words like strokes against my lips.

I felt like I was going to black out. I’d never come for this long, this much, this fucking intensely. My entire body felt like an instrument Hyde played. When he finally came, little aftershocks, the only thing my body could give, rang between us as his entire body tensed, and he called out my name with his release.

It wasn’t until our breathing had calmed down that I spoke, almost afraid that the rumbling would cause another wave of pleasure to float over me. “Hyde. What the hell…”

He smirked while pulling out of me, my attuned body crying out at the loss of contact as he rolled over beside me. “Necro perk,” he said while folding his hands behind his head, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Some fucking perk,” I gasped before pulling my thighs together, crying out at a splash of pleasure at the friction. “Uh, when will this wear off? ‘Cause I don’t want to have orgasms every time I move,” I joked, though now my mind was flashing with ideas.

“A few more minutes, give or take,” Hyde replied before grazing his finger over my thighs. “Found your mate mark, by the way.” He poked a sensitive spot on my skin, right above where my panty line would be—if I were wearing any clothes.

I looked down as he pulled away and, sure enough, there was the mark, a circle made of vines right on my inner thigh. It was small, but definitely new. “Fuck, so it’s official then, isn’t it?” I asked while running my index finger along the ornate markings. Although, it didn’t feel as scary as it did before. I almost felt content to see the evidence of a bond I hadn’t been sure about.

“It means you’re bonded,” Hyde replied in simplistic awe before sitting up on the mattress to look at me. He grabbed my chin and peered into my eyes while licking his lips. “And I’m going to take you somewhere that can hopefully help explain your powers and…our cravings.”





*



Driving with Hyde behind me made me just as crazy as I’d been when it had been the temperamental vampire on the back of my bike. Every time I leaned into a turn, Hyde leaned with me, his strong thighs clenching around me. Thank gods the orgasms had stopped. I think I was pretty close to suffering from O-face overload or passing out from too much pleasure.

He gave me directions as I went, tapping me on my left thigh when he wanted me to turn left, and on my right thigh for turning right. Every time he gave me another tap, it sent flutters into my stomach, like my body was waiting for his magic to come back out. I was getting greedier and greedier when it came to these paragons.

By the time Hyde had me pulling off the highway and onto a side street, I was a mess. I hoped he’d been telling the truth about bringing me somewhere that would help give me answers, because I felt like I was losing my grip. I was constantly being pulled in different directions.

When Hyde signalled for me to slow down, I pulled Betty to a stop in front of a quintessential cemetery. There were wrought iron gates, stone fences, grass, and old oak trees throwing everything into shade.

I lifted myself off the bike and pulled off my helmet, then hung it on the handlebar. “Really? The necromancer takes me to a cemetery?”

“You don’t approve?” Hyde asked, mussing up his already wind-whipped white hair.

“It’s a bit cliche.”

He scoffed. “This isn’t cliche,” he replied before holding his hand out to me.

“No? Prove it,” I replied with a smirk, letting him pull me past the gates and onto the manicured lawns that were littered with headstones and dead flowers.

“Necromancers actually avoid graves. The dead call to us. Some stronger spirits tug at our powers, begging to come back. You won’t see many of my kind hanging out around tombstones, Devicka.”

I paused and put my hand up to his chest. “Then why are we here?”

“To figure you out, of course,” he replied, like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

I nodded dubiously. “Okay.”

We started walking along the cemetery in silence, and occasionally Hyde would pause and shake his head, like he was trying to evade intrusive thoughts. When we passed one grave, he gripped my hand tighter and clenched his teeth. “Hurry, her crypt is in the back,” he said with a hiss of pain before walking faster.