Nikki Haras

Letti is a hybrid female who lives in Migas Village. Arman is a feline shape shifter male. This scene takes place in Migas Village right after Elwin & Antonia's mating ceremony.

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Letti took another swig from the bottle in her hand. Fuck, this had been one hell of a night. Pausing her steps, she wiggled her toes against the grass. The blades tickled her feet. She’d removed her heels hours ago. Her house was somewhere around here. Lifting the bottle for another drink, she stopped halfway to her mouth and brought it closer to her face. Shit! Had she really gone through three-quarters of it already? This was… what… her fourth? Or fifth bottle? Not nearly enough. The liquor hadn’t even put a dent into the memories flooding her brain. Good thing she had more at home. Once she figured out where her house was. She scanned her immediate surroundings. Oh, right! She hummed as she continued forward.

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Arman followed Letti as she weaved through the various houses. His senses were ultra-fine tuned; there wasn’t anything or anyone that could sneak up on him when he was hyper focused like this. He was on all fours, which allowed him to move with more stealth and silence than he could in his other form, and camouflaged. With as drunk as Letti seemed, he likely wouldn’t need to take any further measures to make sure she didn’t know he was following her. It wasn’t like he was up her ass or anything; there was plenty of distance between them, but not so much that he couldn’t get to her quickly if anything happened. Besides that, he wasn’t doing this to be creepy; he just had to make sure she got home okay. The desperate urge to make sure nothing bad happened to her was enough to choke him. Or cause him to vomit, maybe. Yeah, the latter was more likely. He didn’t have any business doing this. Didn’t have any business worrying about Letti at all, for that matter. His brain got that, loud and fucking clear. Now he just had to get his body onboard too.​

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There it went again. The subtle vibrations in the earth of footsteps. Did they belong to her? Stumbling to a stop, she scrutinized the surrounding houses. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. Her eyebrows furrowed as she curled her toes against the ground. No. Someone was out there. Someone had followed her. Given the weight she sensed, it was likely a male. Possibly two. And tall. She’d bet it was those assholes. Ievis and Tasar had their fucking fun for the night. They needed to leave her fucking be. She had more than enough of their bullshit. Spinning around on the back of her heel, Letti glowered at the empty air. “I don’t know who the fuck you are, but I’ve had a shitty fucking night. Either show yourself or I’m going to get extremely violent,” she hollered.

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Fucking Hades. Dramatic, much? Then again, after what those fucking shitheads had done… Arman moved from the shadows so he would be in full view, though still a good distance away from her, then sat down on his haunches. “Do not fuckin’ threaten me with a good time,” he said as he removed his camouflage. 

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What the fuck? Okay. She didn’t know how to react to this. Of all those she expected to reveal themselves, it sure as shit wasn’t Arman. If the steps were lighter, her first thought would’ve gone to Elise and Lilli. Or that he’d consider violence a good time. Then again… after what happened earlier, maybe it shouldn’t surprise her. Letti took another swig of her drink. “Why the fuck are you following me?”

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Arman started to shrug, but it would be pretty fucking stupid to even try to pretend he didn’t know the answer to that question. “Make damn sure you get home okay.” 

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She tilted her head him. It didn’t make any fucking sense. Why the fuck did he even care if she got home alright? Unless… Elise. Letti scoffed. Of course the female asked him to look out for her. “I’m perfectly capable of making it home in one piece. Even in my current state. Of which, I’m not drunk.” Not that drunk, anyway. “And I’m completely entitled to every bottle I’ve had tonight.”

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Arman lifted an eyebrow. “Am I supposed to give a fuck about how much you drank?” Didn’t matter how drunk she was, she still seemed decently level-headed. And she hadn’t even been stumbling. All that much. “I am sure you are quite fuckin’ capable. Not the point, though.” 

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“Then what is the point? Because I sure as fuck don’t need a babysitter.” She took another swig from the bottle. Shit. She was almost out. And definitely nowhere near drunk enough to even pass the fuck out, which had been her entire goal for the night.

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“I already fuckin’ said what the point is. Wanna make damn sure you get home okay.” Not that he was willing to admit why. Especially not out loud. Even more so to himself. 

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Then didn’t answer the fucking question, did it? Why would he avoid that shit? She rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” Letti down the rest of her drink. She turned and stopped. A smirk crossed her face. “What’d do you think? That Ievis and Tasar were going to come back after me? Make good on their threat?”

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“Yes,” he said simply.

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“Those two assholes are all talk.” That wasn’t entirely true. They skirted with the law. They pushed the boundary, never fully breaking it. “I mean, they had to blame someone. And of course given the circumstances that means me.”

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“Assholes with that much fuckin’ anger inside them are rarely jus’ talk.” Arman tilted his head a bit. “What the fuck they blamin’ you for?” 

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“You mean Elise didn’t tell you?” She cocked an eyebrow at him. That surprised her. What the fuck? It wasn’t like it was some big ass secret. “Shocking really. Especially since the whole fucking village knows. A month ago… come to think of it, to the date, my ex ended our relationship a week before we were supposed to marry. In that very clearing. As if that wasn’t bad enough… he had the audacity to die a week and a half ago. Although I didn’t have a damn thing to do with it, I’m at fault.”

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“Elise is not a fuckin’ gossip.” He might not have been around her much, but it was obvious she wasn’t one to tell another person’s shit. Regardless who might have already known about it. “Though she did say somethin’ about the village havin’ a couple less assholes. Fuckin’ somethin’ like that, anyway, I do not fuckin’ remember how she worded it.” He shrugged. Holy fuckin shit. The guy had been all set to fucking marry her then pussied out? What the fuck. And to do it like that. Shitbag. “He sounds like a fuckin’ pussy ass coward, if you want my opinion. Not that you fuckin’ do, I am sure. So do both of those whatever-the-fuck their names were. Unless you took his life yourself, how the fuck do they got it in their heads that it is your fuckin’ fault?”

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No. Elise wasn’t a gossip, but the female shared information when she believed it was pertinent. She liked that about Elise. Even when her friend offered unsolicited opinions. As for how he put it… yeah, that sounded like Elise. The female never liked Richtor. Not from the moment she introduced them. Letti snickered. “Because in their asinine logic if I hadn’t screwed the relationship up, then he wouldn’t have been forced to bail, and wouldn’t have been back in his parents’ home. Even his parents blame me. Not that I did a damn thing wrong.” She lifted the bottle to her mouth. Right. It was fucking empty. Shit. She needed more liquor.

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Arman shook his head and mumbled something about ‘motherfuckin’ pussy ass idiots’. “If you fuckin’ need more ta drink, we can fuckin’ fix that before you fuckin’ go home. But, anyways, does not sound ta me like there is any-fuckin’-way you could be at fault. Not for his death, anyways. You did not fuckin’ tell him to go back and live with his fuckin’ mommy and daddy.” Arman shrugged. “Jus’ cause I feel like fuckin’ being nosey as fuck, why did the relationship end? ‘Cause in my fuckin’ experience, no one can fuckin’ force you ta bail.” 

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Why the fuck was she talking about this? She hadn’t even told Elise anything regarding Ievis and Tasar. If they hadn’t done anything tonight, her friend wouldn’t have known. At least she didn’t think that was the case. Elise was highly perceptive. Yet somehow, she actually wanted to talk to Arman about it. Which made no fucking sense whatsoever. Letti crossed an arm over her body and stared at him for a moment. “If you want me to talk more about Richtor,—” she paused, realizing that was the first time she’d uttered his name in a month. Shaking the sentiment off, Letti lifted the empty bottle. “I’m going to need a lot more liquor, which I have at home.”

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As soon as she spoke the fucktard’s name, Arman automatically associated it in his head with ‘pussy motherfucker’. Yep, that would be the douche bag’s name from now on. “Is that a invitation to come over? We can sit on the fuckin’ porch or whatever, if you do not want me inside.” 

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Either one. She didn’t give a shit. Shrugging, Letti turned on her heel. “My house is a disaster. If you can fucking deal with that, then inside is fine.”

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“I am sure it is fine.” Like he didn’t know about disasters? His fucking life was a disaster. Arman stood up and followed after her. He’d wait to shift to his other form until they got to her place. Just in case.

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He hadn’t seen her angry. Yeah, it wasn’t pretty. Whatever. Like she gave a shit. He wouldn’t be the first person to judge her. Nor would he be the last. Letti strolled forward. They were only a few houses away from her place. She glanced over her shoulder. “Oh and by the way, the whole stalking thing… kind of creepy. I get why you did it, but I’m just saying.”

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“If I had fuckin’ told ya I wanted to fuckin’ walk ya home—and why—would you have let me?”

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“Probably not, but I imagine you would've done it anyway.” He was just as stubborn as she was. That was saying something. Letti hit the staircase leading to her front porch. There wasn’t anything special about her door. At her ex’s request, she repainted it a dark brown. That would all change.

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“Yeah. Probably.” No probably about it; he definitely would have. Arman took a quick glance around. He listened intently. Sniffed the air several times, in all directions. Once he was satisfied that there wasn’t anyone else nearby, Arman shifted to his other form and strode up the porch steps behind her. “I cannot fuckin’ stand it when assholes treat females like shit.” And that had nothing to do with the non-existent attraction he had for her. So what if she was hot. She was fucking arrogant and mouthy. Two traits he did not, nope, absolutely did not find appealing. Not even a little tiny fucking bit. 

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A faint snicker slipped through as she watched him survey their surroundings. Oh, yeah. The coast was definitely clear. As for the rest… she didn’t blame him on that front. “I usually just let those fucktards run their mouth and brush it off. Tonight, it was out of professionalism.” Which had quickly gotten thrown out the window. “Most of the time… I don’t know. Maybe I’m just used to it and I figure they’ll eventually wear their tongues out.” Letti opened the door and glanced back. “Oh, and for the record, everyone in the immediate vicinity is asleep. However, there are three… possibly five couples having sex, but they live further out.” She disappeared inside her house, leaving the door open for him.

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He tilted his head a bit, a slight smirk on his face. He gathered the first party but not the second — and not due to his hearing either. It was better than many in his village, but there were definitely other species who had much better hearing. Should have guessed the second part, though; that was a fairly normal thing for people when they were in a relationship. So he thought, anyway. He didn’t have a shit ton of experience in that department. Shaking his head, Arman headed inside after her. He glanced around as he went, taking stock as he did so. She definitely had more shit than he did, but that wasn’t saying much. Arman had next to nothing to his name. Compliments of dick bag motherfucker #1. There was thin cloths draped over the furniture. Ashes and glass mixed together in the dark colored soot in what looked like an indoor oven. A few waste bins filled with more glass shards. Some bottles of spirits on the counter in the next room. His nose twitched at the very faint scent of paint. Maybe the reason for the cloths over everything? Not that it mattered really. “Nice place.” And fucking huge compared to the measly little huts that were slowly being demolished and replaced in Mètamorphe. “And for the record… you should never fuckin’ let anyone fuckin’ talk shit to you like that. No matter how many fuckin’ times it has happened. The very least those fuckin’ douche bags deserve is a bloody fuckin’ nose and a broken jaw.”

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Nice place? He couldn’t be serious. Sheets draped the couch, piano, coffee table, and kitchen furniture. She’d done it to protect everything while she painted. Not that she’d started in the living room, dining room, or even the kitchen. That didn’t even account for the soot and shards of glass that littered the fireplace. She’d destroyed all the pictures of her and Richtor over the last month. That combined with a lot of drinking and screaming led to the dirty fireplace. At least four wastebaskets sat full around the living room, which didn’t include the three in the kitchen. Those contained the remnants of the dishes she’d chucked. Her place looked like shit. At least for now. She tossed her heels onto the couch on her way to the kitchen. “Then you really would’ve despised Richtor. He was the worst of those three. Elise hated him.” She scoffed. “Maybe that should’ve been my first clue. Even the way Lilli reacted to him.” Letti paused in the kitchen doorway. “The way I did,” she murmured and glanced over at Arman. “Do you want a drink?”

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Arman just stared after her for a minute. Yeah. didn’t that just create a whole slew of other questions. “Yeah, sure. And I ain’t fuckin’ picky. Whatever the fuck you are havin’ is fine with me.” He strode over to the wall next to where she stood and leaned against it. “I am gonna fuckin’ trust your judgement on that one. ‘Cause anyone that Elise would fuckin’ hate, and that Lill would react bad to… does not fuckin’ sound like a stand-up guy." He flicked the tip of his tongue against his fang for a minute. “So what made him king douche, anyway?” 

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Doing a sweep of the bottles on her counter, she went for the strongest liquor she had available. She scoured through a couple of cabinets. It took her a second to locate a couple of glasses. “The night they joined me for dinner, he wasn’t here for even a minute. He stopped long enough to compliment Lilli and tell me he was eating dinner out with the guys.” Letti took a swig of the bottle, poured them each a tall glass, and handed him one. “If you’re referring to why he ended things… according to him I cheated.”

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Arman nodded slowly. He took the glass from her and took a drink. The familiar burn was welcoming. But he wasn’t one to get drunk, so it wasn’t like he’d drink too much. “So I take it you did not cheat. So he either jus’ thought you fuckin’ did, or it was a shit excuse.” Arman took another drink. He’d seen Lilli get compliments. Not a ton, because he’d rarely been around her, even when she lived in the village. Anytime he’d been around, though, and she’d been complimented, she was shy about it and a little hesitant to accept it. But nothing really that could be considered reacting bad to it. So it must have been the way he’d complimented her. Which just made him wonder why Elise hadn’t fucked the shitbag up. “I feel like you are leaving a fuck-ton out. But it is whatever. Tell me, do not fuckin’ tell me, totally up to you.” 

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Oh, there was a lot she was leaving out. Pretty much all of it. Letti knocked back half the glass. Yeah. That helped. “He was manipulative, controlling, abusive… take your pick. My clothes, my attitude, the way I spoke, I changed it all to make him happy. Lost friends because he didn’t approve of them. Cooked food the way he wanted… what he wanted. Our ceremony got pushed back three times because of him.” She took another long swig. “A few days after I started my job at the club, he showed up there. It was the first time I’d done something for myself in months. He wigged out. Blew up at the way some guy was ogling me and caused a scene.” That had all come out in some kind of word vomit. Not that she’d meant to admit all of it. Letti downed the last of her drink. “I’m gonna go change clothes. I need to get out of this dress.” Before he could say anything, she slipped past him.

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Arman stood there, forcibly staring forward, until she’d disappeared around the corner and down the hallway. He could feel himself getting angry—enraged was probably a more appropriate expression—more and more the longer he stood there and thought about what she’d said. Her words echoed over and over in his mind. And he made it a point to not think, even a little bit, about the last few words she’d said. Nope. Definitely did not need to go there. Neither of them did. As he downed the rest of what was in his glass, it took a shit ton of self control not to squeeze it so hard he shattered it. Once it was drained, Arman stepped into the kitchen and poured another glass. Then drank straight from the bottle for good measure before setting it down and resuming his position on the wall. “Sounds like he fuckin’ did you a damn good favor by cuttin’ things off with you.” And by dying. Probably a damn good thing the mother fuckin’ pussy was already dead. Because Arman was feeling a whole fuck of a lot of what felt like murderous intentions. Aimed straight at the mother fucker who’d had the nerve to go and kick the bucket already. Shame. 

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Letti returned in a pair of shorts and a tank top. She entered the kitchen, grabbed the bottle, and took a swig. “That’s the thing. He wasn’t like that in the beginning. When we first met, he was fun, easy-going, charming. I didn’t do relationships back then. But he captivated me. That’s the guy I fell in love with. When he accused me of being unfaithful…” Tears welled in the corners of her eyes. She quickly brushed them away and chugged more from the bottle. “Fuck. I’ve cried way too much over that bastard.” Sure as shit, she didn’t need to give him more. He didn’t deserve any more of her tears. Gods, she needed to have some fun. Except different this time. No chance for an emotional attachment. Rules. That’s what she needed. No names. No talking. Definitely not here in her home. Maybe she could get a standing room at the inn. That worked for changing clothes. Why wouldn’t it this time? She didn’t have to stay. There had to be one more rule. Of course, no repeats. One night only.

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“I get it.” Arman looked down into his glass. He swirled the liquid around a little then took a drink. “When you fall in love with someone… nothin’ else matters. Jus’ them. Does not matter if they do stupid shit or piss you off. Those things do not last long. Before you are fallin’ head the fuck over heels in love with ‘em all over again.” Arman took another long drink. Nope. He wasn’t going anymore into it than that. No fucking way did he want to delve into all his fucking bullshit. The heavy as boulders shit he’d been carrying around for fucking years. “I get not knowin’ someone until you been with ‘em for awhile too. Some people are jus’ too fuckin’ afraid to show their real selves. Some… cannot afford to show who they really are ‘til they reel someone in. Otherwise, if they show ‘emselves first, or too early, everyone would be runnin’ for the fuckin’ hills.” He took another drink then scoffed. “Good fuckin’ thing I have sworn off relationships. I think I am a bit much to handle on a good day. And I am way too tired of havin’ to hide shit.” Except one thing. One big thing, but still. He didn’t want to show that. To anyone. And this conversation was leading him way too close. “So, is it jus’ takin’ you a real long time to clean up after the earthquake shit? Or did you jus’ get real fuckin’ pissed? About douche bag dyin’, or somethin’ else, or what the fuck ever.” Shut the fuck up, you are fuckin’ ramblin’, idiot. 

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Pouring herself another glass, she let out a small chuckle. “My mom calls it rage purging. I’ve broken nearly all the dishes, torched every photograph we had, chucked a few glasses of liquor into the fireplace.” Letti flicked her eyes to him. “Not a good idea by the way.” She sipped some of her drink. “None of it had anything to do with his death. At least not directly. It was just… all of the unanswered questions. The realizations that hit me every single fucking day, making me feel like the biggest fucking fool out there. Because I let him do it. Wiping me away one piece at a time until he’d molded me into what he wanted. If I wasn’t pissed at him… I was pissed at myself.”

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He dipped his chin in a slight nod, though didn’t lift his eyes to hers. Didn’t trust himself to right then. “Fuckin’ douchebag. For real. Like I said, seems like he did you a fuckin’ favor.” Arman took another drink, draining his glass again. “I know what it is like… not bein’ able to say no when you have those feelin’s, though. Even if you know you fuckin’ should not be. Bein’ with them… jus’ feels easier than fuckin’ breathin’. Then when they are gone… nothin’ makes any fuckin’ sense.” Arman stood up again and stepped back into the kitchen. He set his glass down then opened up another one of the bottles. “Too many ‘why’s’ and shit up in the air. No way to get the answers to all the fuckin’ pointless questions either.” He tipped the bottle up and took a big drink. “You should not be fuckin’ pissed at yourself, though. When the heart decides it fuckin’ wants somethin’, there is nothin’ the head can fuckin’ say or think or what the fuck ever that the heart is gonna listen to. Anythin’ logical is jus’ wrong, and…” Arman shook his head. What the fuck was wrong with him? He never talked like this. Not just this much at length, but he never talked about feelings. Never allowed himself to get vulnerable. Around anyone. This female was fucking turning him inside out and he barely knew her. What he really needed was to get his fucking head out of his ass. But Arman didn’t listen to the rational side of his brain. Nope. Not even a little bit. “Did throwin’ and breakin’ all that shit make you feel any better?”

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“A little.” Letti dumped the last of the bottle in her hand into her glass. How had they gone through one bottle already? Shit. Had she drunk most of it? Probably. She grabbed another bottle from the counter, exited the kitchen, and headed toward the living room. “Sounds like you understand. Like you lost someone? I don’t mean to get into your business, but I can’t help but notice how you’re talking. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want.”

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No. He didn’t. So why the fuck did he want to? He hadn’t even ever spoken to Maddox about it. Not that his brother hadn’t been right there with him through all of it. But he’d never actually spoken out loud about Zania. Just worked through the agony and bullshit in silence. Thought about her, mourned her, got drunk because of the loss of her. Was forced to live under the same roof as her fucking rapist and murderer did. Arman inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Yeah. I did. But it was a long time ago.” Arman tipped the bottle into his mouth again. This shit was decent tasting, and it was loosening his tongue a bit more. Probably not a good combination. At all. “I was jus’ fifteen, almost sixteen. She was close to her fifteenth day o’ birth. So we were young. But you do not have to have fuckin’ years on you to know how you feel about someone. I was a fuckin’ idiot, though. Was not careful enough.” Another drink from the bottle. “I had no fuckin’ business bein’ with her, or anyone for that matter. Why I do not do relationships anymore. At all.”

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Setting the bottle on the mantle, Letti yanked the sheet off the coffee table. She stacked a few pieces of wood and some kindling in the fireplace. “You’re right. Age doesn’t really play a factor.” She chuckled as she searched for a set of matches. Shit. They should be right… there. “I started showing interest in males when I was… thirteen, fourteen. Freaked my father out.” Pausing her search, she glanced over her shoulder at him and tilted her head. Wait. His words replayed in her head. It sounded as if he blamed himself. That didn’t make any sense. “What do you mean you weren’t ‘careful enough’?”

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Arman stared into the opening of the bottle he had his hand wrapped around. As if the answers would suddenly appear in the golden brown liquid if he just stared long enough. He took another swig from the bottle before strolling into the living room. Not that he sat down or anything. Just leaned against a wall in there. Arman took another drink from the bottle, then stared down into its depths again. “I dunno how much you fuckin’ know about what Mètamorphe used to be like.” The restraint from those males who had stayed was hanging by a thread right now too. Whether the queen realized it or not. “A lot o’ the Informants got a kick outta fuckin’ … takin’ … usin’ … destroyin’ things that did not belong to them.” Arman took another drink. “My father was no different, but … he enjoys puttin’ another fuckin’ spin on shit. He has big fuckin’ … jealousy issues, or some shit like that. Anytime I have somethin’ that is mine … someone that is mine … even jus’ a passin’ interest in shit … he fuckin’ hates it. He has to take it. For himself. And shove it in my face.” Another drink. A big one this time though. “He has ta make sure I know. Happiness is somethin’ I will never achieve. Not while he is alive, anyway.” Fuck, he wasn’t making any fucking sense. 

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Her eyes widened as she slowly lowered her hand from the mantle. His father? Wow. Talk about some shit. What kind of male would do that to their own kid? It certainly made sense why he didn’t desire any kind of relationship. To have endured something like that at the hands of someone who was supposed to care for and love you… Gods, she couldn’t imagine that. “That’s fucked up.” Real comforting. Shaking her head, silence stretched between them as Letti located the matches. She got one lit, tossed it into the fireplace, and frowned. Her eyebrows furrowed. “But things are different, right? I mean, I know Elise couldn’t leave the village until recently. Why would that still deter you?”

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Good question. Why would he still not want to be with anyone? Things had changed. The rules in the village had changed. People weren’t allowed to abuse others anymore. Not without serious consequences to contend with. So it should be more than okay for him to be interested in a female. Date her. Maybe even more. Except all Arman could see in his mind was what the hut had looked like when he’d ran inside. The blood. The way it seemed like it was just everywhere. The tufts of orange and black fur, along with pieces of skin, that had been torn from her body. The crumpled pile, what was left of her body. Her throat ripped clean open. Her head split open, revealing some of her skull. One of her limbs across the room. Another one of her limbs in the doorway to his bedroom. What was left of her stomach on his pallet. 

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The stench of sex that had punched him in the nose, overpowered by the scent of an avalanche of blood and vomit. 

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Ramsey’s laughter rang in his head. Along with the words he had spoken. 

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“I think the best part of all of this is that you truly believed I did not know what you were doing. You thought I did not know that you were spending time with this little whore. You thought I did not know that she was carrying your fucking child. Well. What is she carrying now? Nothing. Which is exactly what you fucking deserve. You deserve nothing. Do you see what happens when you allow your heart to open? Do you see what happens when you allow yourself to become a fucking pussy? When you allow yourself to fall in love?" Ramsey stalked across the room until he stood right in front of Arman. The male gripped his chin hard. His claws dug into Arman’s jaw as he was forced to stare into Ramsey’s eyes. “I will take every single fucking thing from you. Even the air in your lungs. The love in your heart. I will take it all, until you become the male that I command you to be. Love is fucking weakness. And you, my son, will be strong.”

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Arman tipped the bottle up and drained most of it. A swallow was about all that was left when he lowered the bottle. His vision was swimming. Reaching up, Arman roughly wiped the tears away. Not that it helped. “‘Cause he still fuckin’ lives.” His words came out in a whisper. Arman cleared his throat. “The new rules… laws… they do not fuckin’ matter to him. He is never gonna fuckin’ change. He is never gonna let me have any fuckin’ thing that means anythin’. It is better… jus’ to stay alone. Fallin’ for anyone… would jus’ be fuckin’ selfish while he still breathes air.” 

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Before her brain could catch up with her actions, she crossed the room and stopped a few feet short of where Arman leaned against a wall. What the fuck is wrong with me? Where the fuck had the sudden urge to hug him come from? Dropping a hand to her hip, Letti gripped her shoulder. Shit. Her forehead wrinkled as she attempted to process the strange shit flip-flopping around in her body. Nothing made sense regarding Arman. Especially not how she responded to him. “Uh… why don’t you… um… leave the village? I mean, even with things changing, there’s never a guarantee of anything.”

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“Because it would not fuckin’ matter. There is no fuckin’ where I could run that would be far enough away from him, that he would not find out. And do it all over again.” Arman brought the bottle to his lips again and drained it. He needed to fucking stop drinking. People made fucking mistakes when they were drunk. And the way she was looking at him, and looked right now, standing in front of him just a few short feet away in nothing but shorts and a little tank top… He would easily make a really big mistake. Arman lowered his hand, letting the bottle hang down by his side. His eyes met hers, and he immediately regretted lifting his gaze. He couldn’t bring himself to look away, though. “My aunt and cousin and brother are there too. And Isla… the little girl I was talkin’ to at the playground. That is… her sister. Zania’s sister. She does not have anyone else.” Arman paused for a moment. He almost lifted the bottle again, but remembered it was empty. “It is the only place… the only place Nia lived in. As much as it fuckin’ hurts to be there…” It was the easiest place to remember her. Not in their hut, though. Out in the woods. Out by the river. This one certain alcove in the caves. The places where they’d spent time together. “I shoulda fuckin’ left her alone. Shoulda fuckin’ realized… bein’ with me was a fuckin’ death sentence for them.” Arman hadn’t meant for that last word to come out. Had meant to say her, not them. It was too late to take the word back, though. He’d never even told Maddox that part. No one knew but him and Ramsey. Maybe Aradia too, but he couldn’t be sure. And he still had no idea how his sperm donor had found out. 

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Letti took a step closer. What the fuck was she doing? It was like his gaze drew her in and she was powerless to stop herself. With the way his eyes locked on hers and how hot he was, she was just drunk enough to do something stupid. How stupid would it be? They were both unattached. Neither of them had to answer to anyone but themselves. And it would be nice to not think about anything or the consequences for one fucking night. Oh my gods! What the fuck was she thinking? Dropping her hand to her side, she swallowed to wet her parched throat. What had he said? She had heard the words, but they hadn’t entirely registered. Wait… he had he… ? “Them?” the question popped out meekly.

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She was so close now, he could have reached out and touched her. It annoyed him, how much he wanted to. How much he wanted to do so much more than just touch her. Even if he had tried, though, he found that he couldn’t move. As if her gaze had him locked in place. “Yeah.” Arman gripped the neck of the bottle tighter. He needed another drink. Shouldn’t do it, but he so needed another big one. One that was big enough to push the sorrow and agony away, even if it was just for a little while. “We did not tell anyone. I thought we were the only ones that knew. I thought if… we did not tell anyone… we could hide it until we figured out what to do. We were too young to get mated without our dads’ permission, though. Mine never woulda said yes. He did not want me to have anythin’ but… pain and misery. So… when he took her away from me...” Tears misted across his eyes again. “… he took my son too.”

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Before she realized she’d done it, she’d reached out for his free hand and gave it a tender squeeze. Who the fuck was she, right now? She wasn’t the type to offer sympathy, but she felt for him. Her parents hadn’t exactly raised her to show emotion. At least her father hadn’t. They kept all of that to themselves and handled it internally. Yeah, she’d gone through some shit with her ex, but what Arman had endured at his father’s hands… it made her practically murderous. “I’m sorry to hear that. I can’t even imagine…” her words trailed off. They seemed like hardly enough.

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His gaze remained locked on hers. The warmth of her hand gripping his seeped into his veins. Arman gave it a squeeze in return. “Thank you.” Hades, he needed to get the fuck out of here. This wasn’t like him. He didn’t talk about awful shit. Especially not that. He didn’t talk about Nia, or their baby, or any of the other shit Ramsey had put him through. And he didn’t fucking cry. Especially not in front of anyone. But, for some reason he couldn’t explain… he didn’t feel weak as fuck doing any of that in front of Letti. He didn’t feel any fucking judgement from her. Didn’t feel any pity from her either. Just… understanding. Without even realizing he was doing it, Arman tugged her a little closer to him. He held the empty bottle up. “Mind if I get another?” 

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Oh, gods. He was really close. Yet, somehow she wanted to be closer. Nope. They sure as shit didn’t need to go there. Even just for one night. Her tongue snaked out across her upper lip. “Um… help yourself.” She should step back. Give him some room to get another bottle from the kitchen. But her feet refused to budge.

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Even after she’d given him permission, Arman still couldn’t seem to move. Couldn’t seem to put any space between them either. Even knowing that he needed to. Arman stared down into her eyes for another minute or so. But neither of them made even the smallest effort to quit staring at one another or holding hands. Fuck it. Lacing their fingers together — which felt even better than just holding her hand — Arman brought her closer to him as he stood up straight. He draped his arm over her shoulder, though he was careful not to touch the bottle to her shirt, in case there was any alcohol left on the lip. Then he walked into the kitchen just like that, with Letti fitting perfectly at his side. Not something he needed to think about. Nope. Not even a little bit. Once they were in the kitchen, Arman didn’t even think about what he was doing. Which he probably definitely should have. But any common sense he had seemed to be leaking out of his head quicker than he was putting alcohol into his system. He leaned backward against the countertop, and with his arm still wrapped around her, pressed her body to his chest-to-chest. He had to let go of her hand in order to switch out the empty bottle for a full one, but that was alright. They were touching each other with a fuck of a lot more than their hands now. Arman got the top off the bottle and tipped it into his mouth, drinking about half of it before he lowered it again. 

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Fuck. It shouldn’t have felt that good being sidled up to him as they’d gone back into the kitchen. Or even when he leaned back against the counter with her pressed against him. She watched as he drank down half the bottle. Once he lowered it, she wrapped her fingers around the bottle’s neck, gently drew it from his hand, and chugged some of it down. Gods, this felt really nice. Fuck, she liked how he felt under her like this. As much as she shouldn’t want more, she did. She bit her bottom lip as she held the bottle back out to him.

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Arman sensed his eyes darkening slightly as she bit her lower lip. That really should not have turned him on. He took the bottle from her, their fingers brushing against one another, his eyes still locked on hers. There was enough left for them to each get another drink, even if it was a small one. Once he drank some, he handed the bottle back to her. But before Letti could take the last of the spirits, Arman ran his thumb gently across her lower lip. “You spilled a little.” Right. Like that was why he’d fucking done it. As if he didn’t want to do the exact same thing with his fucking tongue.

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Her breath hitched. Her tongue might’ve slipped out as he brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. Gods, she wanted him to do that again. Except with more than just his thumb. Just like she wished to do more than just lean against him like this. As she took the bottle from him, she rested a hand against his chest and knocked the last of the liquor back. Pressing in closer, Letti set the empty bottle on the counter.

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Unless he’d imagined it—which, he didn’t think he had—her tongue had touched his thumb as he’d brushed it across her lip. Hades, that just made him want to do even more. Just as her hand against his chest did. And the fact that she was pressed up against him even more. His heartbeat picked up slightly, and his eyes darkened a little further. Arman licked his lips. As if it had a mind of its own, his hand slid slowly down her spine until it reached her ass. Then slid right on into her back pocket. He didn’t need to see her without clothes on to know what a great ass she had. He’d been fucking staring at it all day. Without saying a word, Arman used his other hand to tilt her head up a bit as he lowered his. Hades, what the fuck was he doing? This was the exact opposite of what he should be doing. But he just couldn’t bring himself to stop. Not that he tried to either.

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Neither of them had really said much of anything over the last several minutes. Not that it seemed necessary. Between his hand sliding down her back to her and into the back pocket of her shorts, the way he tilted her head up and lowered his, they were on the same page. One night. That’s all she’d allow herself. As she curled her fingers against his chest, scraping her nails across his muscles, she wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pushed up on her tiptoes. Without another thought, she pressed her lips to his. She no longer gave a shit about what she shouldn’t do. At least not for tonight.

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Fuck. he really liked the way her nails felt, dug into his chest. And the way her hand felt, wrapped around the back of his neck. The moment her lips touched his, a needy growl thrummed out of him. If he needed one single moment to show him what he’d been missing and wanting for over ten fucking years, this was it. This moment right here. Arman reached around her and gripped her other ass cheek. He picked her up so she could wrap her legs around him. Holy shit, she felt really fucking good. And fucking tasted too damn sweet for words. He groaned as he slipped his tongue into her mouth and deepened the kiss. 

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Fuck. It should be illegal for someone to taste this damn good. To even feel this damn good. Between both of his hands on her ass, the way way he lifted her off the ground, and her legs wrapping around his waist, every fucking part of him felt like pure heaven. Gods, she’d never felt anything like it before. His tongue entangling with hers as he deepened the kiss made her want more. Moaning into the kiss, she dug her nails a bit into the nape of his neck and tightened the grip she had on his waist. Fuck. How was it possible for him to feel so exquisite? Or for her body to warm in his hold like this?

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Holy fucking shit. No way he ever could have imagined it being as intense as this. The only experience he had was with Zania, and this was so far beyond what it had felt like with her. Letti’s moan, her nails digging into the nape of his neck, her grip tightening around his waist, it was all so fucking overwhelming. And he needed so much more. Arman growled into the kiss as he tightened his grip on her ass. He slid one hand around and between them, and began to slide it up her shirt. Fuck, she wasn’t wearaing anything under the tank top. And he was pretty sure, by the feel of it, that she didn’t have anything on under these tiny fucking shorts either. With no hesitation, he slid his hand higher until it covered one of her tits. His thumb rubbed back and forth over her hardened nipple. Fucking Hades, she felt so damn good.

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Gods, she’d never felt anything this intense before. It was just so much more than what she’d experienced in the past. Even as he slipped his hand under her tank and rubbed his thumb back and forth over her hardened nipple. She hadn’t bothered with underwear or a bra when she’d changed. Something she rarely did. Gods, it fucking paid off right then. Adjusting one leg a little, she gripped his ass with her calf. Fuck, he had a nice ass. Beautifully round. It gave her the perfect leverage. She dragged her nails across his shoulder and ran her hand up his chest.

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Holy fuck. Her nails felt too damn good. Felt too fucking good the way her leg gripped his ass too. Arman carried her over to the table and set her down on the edge. He deepened the kiss even more, practically devouring her mouth, as he switched his hand to her other tit. His hand in her shorts pocket jerked down, sliding her shorts just a little down her ass. It put a little more room in the front of her shorts too. Which was exactly his goal. His hand left her pocket and slid into the front of her shorts. Holy fucking shit… his guess had been correct. She didn’t have any-fucking-thing on under these shorts. The moment his fingers touched her sex, Arman let loose a deeper growl into the kiss. She was soft, and hot, and already wet. Shit. 

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Oh, fuck. His fingers against her slit and that deep growl of his sending vibrations through her entire body got her hotter. At this point, she was ready to completely strip, but not without more of him in her hands. Since he’d set her on the table, that certainly made things much easier. Widening her thighs, she rubbed her calves along his ass. Taking a full on approach, she raked her nails down his chest over every contour of his muscles. Fuck, she needed more. While one hand continued a trail across his abdomen, she wrapped her other hand around his shaft. Gods, he felt so fucking good.

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He gave a deep moan into the kiss as she raked her nails down the entirety of his chest and abdomen. Holy shit. But that was nothing compared to when she took his dick in her hand. “Fuck…” he growled out. Arman nipped at her lower lip, then plunged his tongue back inside, kissing her harder and deeper. Adjusting the position of his hand, he slid a finger deep inside her as his thumb went to work on her nub. Fuck she felt so good. So fucking good. His other hand tweaked her nipple, then massaged and kneaded her tit even more. Fucking Hades, he needed her naked. Needed every fucking strip of fabric off of her so he had full access to her bare flesh. 

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Letti groaned. Fuck. His digit thrusting in and out of her pussy as his thumb stroked her nub drove her insane. It intensified the sensations coursing through her veins, further heightened by how he kneaded her tit. She would’ve yanked her tank over her head if their kiss had broken for more than a second. He tasted too damn fucking good to separate for more than moment. And no way was she fucking removing her hand from his cock. As she stroked up and down his length with one hand, she ripped her tank in half with the other. It would make it so much easier to remove now.

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Arman gave a loud groan as she continued stroking up and down his length. Fucking holy Hades, it felt fucking incredible. As she ripped her top in half, he wasted no time in ripping it the rest of the way off of her and tossing the pieces to the fucking floor. Then he got to work on her shorts. One fucking handed, because there was no fucking way he was taking his finger out of her pussy. Nope. But he was definitely going to add another finger in there. Which was exactly what he did as he got a good hold on the top of her shorts and jerked them straight in half. Holy shit, she was so damn tight. He could hardly wait to exchange his fingers for his dick. Once the fabric joined her top on the floor, he gripped the nape of her neck and kissed her harder, faster, as his fingers drilled into her sex. 

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It didn’t take him long at all to help rid her of her clothes. Not that she gave a shit. They were replaceable. He added a second finger into her pussy as he jerked her shorts off. She’d nearly come when he did that. Moaning against him as he gripped the nape of her neck and kissed her harder, she matched the strokes of her hand to his thrusts. Pressing her feet against his ass, Letti rocked her hips against his fingers. She grazed her nails down his pelvis and across his inner thigh before gripping his balls in her palm. Holy fuck. The inner muscles of her pussy clenched. An orgasm right there on the edge.

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Arman’s head jerked back on a hiss. “Fuck!” he growled. Dear gods, that felt fucking good. “Fuck, harder.” He rubbed at her nub as fast as he possibly could as he latched onto her tit with his mouth. Mmm, fuck, she even tasted good here. What would the rest of her taste like? Especially when she came… Shit… he wanted her to come in his mouth. And come hard, too. And not just wanted, he needed her to. Needed to know what her cum would taste like as it gushed into his mouth. Arman groaned around her tit as he bit down slightly and his tongue swirled around her nipple. He didn’t quite know what the fuck he was doing—for fuck’s sake, he was rusty as shit—but he was just going with what his body, and hers, were telling him to do.

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Oh, she could definitely do harder. In more ways than one. Especially as he latched onto her tit. “Fuck,” she groaned. Her grip on his shaft tightened as she stroked up his length, over the head of his cock, and back down. The hold she had on his ball tightened as she rolled them in her palm. Fuck, she enjoyed how he felt in her hands. She increased the pace of her strokes. Arching her back, she pressed her feet harder against his ass and spread her thighs wider. He needed more room and she wanted to give it to him.

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Holy fuckin’ shit. Between the increase in her strokes—that felt beyond fucking incredible—the tightened hold on his balls, and the widening of her thighs, he was about to fucking come all over the fucking place. He needed more, though. So much more. And they needed more fucking room than the table currently allowed. He didn’t want to put too much thought into it, though, because if he allowed himself to think about what he was doing, he was afraid he’d stop, and that was not fucking happening anytime soon. Everything felt way too fucking incredible for that. Arman popped her tit from his mouth, gripped her ass with his free hand, and picked her up off the table. Lowering himself to the ground, he pushed a chair out of their way as he laid back and flipped her around on top of him. They’d both temporarily lost their hold—him on her pussy and her on his dick—but that wouldn’t last long. Arman wrapped his fingers around her inner thighs, widened them as much as he could without hurting her, and buried his face in her pussy. A loud moan immediately left him as the first taste of her pussy hit his tongue. Holy. Mother. Fucking. Shit. She tasted like fresh fucking strawberries right off the damn vine, but so much fucking sweeter. 

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When he’d picked her up off the table and lowered to the ground, for a split second she considered telling him they could take this to her bedroom. Except that was far too many words and it seemed much too far away. Especially for what they both wanted. The second his tongue hit her pussy, she nearly came. She barely tampered it. Though it certainly wouldn’t take much more for a release to explode out of her, but she wanted to hold out for a little longer. As she raked her nails across his inner thigh, she licked the swollen head of his dick. Her lips tightly encircled his cock. Exploring the entire length of his shaft with her tongue, she squeezed his balls. Fuck. He tasted even better than she imagined. Like succulent honey.

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Arman groaned as her nails raked across his inner thigh and she licked the head of his dick. Then she wrapped her lips around his cock and stroked it with her tongue. And squeezed his balls again on top of it. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. He couldn’t help but thrust his hips up. Anything to get more of his dick in her mouth. Fuck, it wasn’t going to take much more at all for him to come. Arman slid his hands from her knees up her thighs, then a little further to grip her ass. His claws dug in slightly and it was taking a fuck of a lot of willpower not to bury them in her flesh. He rocked her pussy against his mouth, growling as he devoured as much of her as he possibly could.

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Fuck. That felt so damn good, but she needed more. Not that she wanted to remove her mouth from his cock to tell him harder. That didn’t mean there wasn’t a way. As he thrust his dick into her mouth, she grazed her teeth along his shaft. She rocked her hips back, ground her pussy against his tongue, encouraging him to dig his claws into her ass cheeks. She needed to feel them so much deeper. Just in case he didn’t get the message, she released her hold on his balls and raked her nails hard across both of his thighs, digging into his flesh. She groaned around his cock.

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Even without words, her actions told him exactly what she needed. Something that got momentarily put on hold as she ground her pussy against his tongue and raked her nails across his thighs. Her groan vibrated through his cock. Something that made his claws automatically sink deeper into her flesh. Blood pooled at each of the entrance points and soaked into the fur on his fingers. Arman moaned as he pressed his mouth more firmly against her pussy. He fucked her harder with his tongue as he thrust his dick repeatedly into her mouth. The head hit the back of her throat with every thrust. But it wasn’t fucking enough. The lust and need that had his fucking blood racing, the fucking taste of her imprinting on his tongue, the way her hands felt on him, her mouth felt on him… all of it was driving him fucking insane. 

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Fuck, yes! She groaned as his claws sunk deeper into her flesh. The sting sent jolts across her synapses, lighting every part of her body up. It sent right over the edge into beautiful oblivion. As an orgasm exploded out of her, Not that it stopped from doing anything with his cock. As he fucked her mouth harder, she sucked in her cheeks, creating more friction, and flicked her tongue back and forth around his shaft. She dragged her nails along his outer, and then inner thigh, and palmed his balls, squeezing them hard.

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A snarl ripped its way out of him as Letti’s orgasm exploded out of her. It coated his throat and flowed beautifully down his throat. Holy motherfuckin’ shit. He’d never tasted anything so gods-damn sweet. Arman buried his claws deeper in her flesh, pressing her pussy even harder against his mouth as he devoured her. Not a single fucking drop was going to make it anywhere but in his mouth. That was for damn sure. Bending his knees, he pressed his feet flat against the floor and thrust harder, driving his dick deeper into her mouth and a bit further down her throat. That coupled with the way she sucked her cheeks in, creating the most fucking perfect friction, and flicked her tongue back and forth around his cock. He’d started fucking cumming before she’d even begun to drag her nails along his outer and inner thighs, and squeezing his balls again. As he swallowed the last of her release, Arman pulled his tongue from her, sucked on her nub, and growled against her pussy. 

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Fuck. If he growled against her like that again, she’d come again. The vibrations it sent through her body just did something she couldn’t explain. Not that it would stop her from removing her mouth from his cock. At least not before she swallowed every last drop of cum that erupted out of him. Fuck, if he didn’t taste better than any honey or sap she’d ever tried. Even once she’d worked him completely through his release, she didn’t stop. Fuck. She wanted more. Maybe she’d take something else instead of his cum. Once she’d taken the last drop down her throat, she popped the head of his cock out of her mouth and swept her tongue across his thigh, where she’d raked her nails.

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A jolt of what felt like pure fucking lightning went through him the moment she licked his inner thigh. Her nails raking down them had been one thing. But to feel her tongue in that fucking spot… Holy shit… He nearly came again right then and there. Arman let loose another growl, this one deeper, against her pussy. He pulled one set of claws from her ass cheek, pulled his hand back, and landed a powerful smack to her ass. 

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“Oh, gods,” Letti cried out. The jolt that ran through her was pure fucking bliss. It heightened the sensations she’d already felt, nearly yanking another release to the surface. Fuck, she needed more. “Again,” she demanded.

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Fuck yeah, he could definitely do it again. Arman growled against her pussy again, rapidly flicked the tip of his tongue against her nub, and laid an even more intense smack to her other ass cheek. 

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“Fuck,” she groaned. Her toes curled at the heat blazing across her synapses. Gods, at this rate, it wouldn’t take long for her to come again. As it seemed he had the same in him, who was she to deny her desires? Letti stroked her tongue along his inner thigh again, letting out a soft purr as his taste hit her taste buds. Fuck yes. She sucked on his balls, fully lathering both up before she swept the tip of her tongue up his shaft.

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Fuck was fucking right. Her tongue along his inner thigh, punctuated by the purr she let out against his skin, had his hips bucking up. Holy fucking shit, his orgasm was right on the fucking edge. Arman groaned against her when she sucked on his balls and swept her tongue up the length of his shaft. With another groan, he switched one of his hands from her ass to her pussy, started rubbing her nub hard and fast, and shoved his tongue deep inside her. Fuck, she tasted so damn good.

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Holy fuck. How was it fucking possible for them to be on the same page sexually? Gods, she couldn’t explain it, but she didn’t need to, either. As he drove his tongue deep inside her pussy, all resemblance of thought disappeared. She twirled her tongue around the head of his cock and encircled her mouth around his shaft, grazing her teeth as she went down on him. Groaning, she rocked her hips back and rode his tongue.

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“Fuck, I am gonna fuckin’ come,” he groaned against her. Arman shoved his tongue back inside her pussy and rubbed harder at her nub. He pulled his hand from her ass cheek and landed another hard smack to her ass. Fuck, he’d been right. Definitely the best fucking sound when he spanked it. 

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Fuck, yes. That’s exactly what she wanted. Another orgasm from him. Letti dragged her nails across his thighs. She grazed her teeth along his shaft as her head bobbed up and down, sucking on his cock. The second his hand connected with her ass cheek, her release exploded out of her body, gushing into his mouth.

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It was the way it fucking felt as her teeth grazed up and down along his dick. Or maybe the way her nails felt dragging across his thighs. Or her fucking taste as another orgasm gushed out of her pussy and filled his mouth. Maybe all of it together. Not that it mattered. Arman gripped her ass hard, holding her pussy to his mouth, as he took every single drop of what she gave him. He thrust his dick up hard, hitting the back of her throat, as his own release surged up the length of his shaft and exploded into her waiting mouth. Holy mother fuckin’ shit. Hades, it was almost overwhelming, the way this felt. Once they’d each taken the last of the other’s release, he lifted Letti’s body off of his, placed her on all fours in front of him, and got up on his knees. He didn’t waste any time in burying his claws in her hips and slamming his dick inside her from behind. “Fuck!” 

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“Fuck!” she cried out at the same time he did. He’d lifted her off of him and gotten her situated so easily. The way he buried his claws in her hips and slammed his dick inside her from behind drove her insane. He filled her so fucking perfectly. Her nails scraped against the wooden floor as she rocked her hips back against him.

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Arman groaned. Holy fucking shit. Everything they’d done before this had been beyond fucking amazing. But the way it felt to have her rocking her hips, sliding her pussy up and down his dick… She was definitely going to have to be on top. He thrust his hips in the opposite direction as her, so the head of his dick slammed into her core on every thrust. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He’d never imagined anything feeling this fucking good. 

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Fuck, it shouldn’t feel this incredible. Not just the way they came together, but how he drilled into her with such ferocity. She’d never thought it could feel this fucking fantastic. Having him like this wouldn’t be enough. Oh, no. She wanted to ride him. For him to take her up against the wall and so many other ways. Arching her back, she lowered her tits closer to the floor. His cock penetrated her much deeper. “Holy shit,” Letti groaned.

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“Ahhh, fuck yes!” Arman growled out. This felt even better, not that he understood how. But the way she lowered her upper body closer to the floor, allowed his cock to reach so much deeper inside her. The inner walls of her pussy squeezed his dick like a fucking vice too. Arman gripped her hips harder, nearly jerking her back on his cock with each thrust. As a sort of throbbing started up in his fangs, Arman tilted his head back a bit  and he let out the loudest groan yet as he pounded into her. They weren’t going to be done for a long ass time. That was for damn sure.

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Holy fuck. The way his grip on her hips hardened to the point he nearly jerked her back on his cock sent jolts straight to her core. It heightened the fire burning deep inside of her. She clenched the inner walls of her pussy, intensifying each thrust as she rocked back against him. “Fuck! Don’t stop!” She was already so close to another orgasm. Not that she knew how that was possible. Nor did she care.

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“No fuckin’ way,” Arman growled out as his pelvis connected with her ass cheeks again. Fuck, she was already bruising, but she didn’t seem to give a single fuck. And neither did he. She felt far too fucking good to ease up or stop now. Arman pulled a hand back and smacked her ass hard as he slammed his cock back inside her again.

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“Fuck!” The beautiful sting of his hand as it connected with her ass cheek sent a blaze burning across her synapses. It yanked her orgasm right over the edge with no chance for her to gain control. As she came all over his cock, she hooked her feet behind his knees. She just needed some good leverage rocking back against him, meeting each of his powerful thrusts.