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Christ. My possessiveness was going to send me gray. Even though it was impossible, since we stopped aging when we turned thirty-five.

“Julie,” I bit out through clenched teeth. She ignored me, as she had the whole ride home. Finally managing to undo her seat belt, she flung it wide, nearly knocking me in the head, and then jumped out of the car. I was out and striding around the car in seconds to catch up to her.

She’d managed to get through the door and stomp her cute feet to the elevator before I caught her. Though, I didn’t try that hard to reach her; I was too busy enjoying the sight of her ass swaying with every step she took. Even though I was pissed, my dick still managed to perk up at the sight.

Stopping next to her, I tried again while we waited for the door to open. “He was flirting with you right in front of me, Julie.
Right
in fucking front of me. It was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. There was no way I couldn’t say anything. That prick needed to know you are mine—”

She held up her hand in my face. “We’ll talk upstairs.”

The doors swished open. I took her hand and a jolt of pleasure shot through us before I walked us in and turned. I shifted my jewel to stand in front of me, my arms winding around her waist. She couldn’t be too mad if she leaned back into me with a content sigh, right?

Silently, we rode up to the thirteenth floor. A few times I had to bite my tongue, wanting to say my piece once again. I needed her to understand what happened drove me insane. Dr. Fuckhead had no right to eye my woman. No right to touch her with longing. Hell, he was lucky I didn’t rip his arms off his body. The only thing that stopped me was Julie being in the room; I didn’t want her seeing the blood and gore.

When the doors opened, Julie stepped out of my hold and grabbed
my
hand to lead me to our apartment. At least she was still seeking out a physical connection between us.

Opening our door, she walked in, only to come to an abrupt stop. “Out,” she ordered. I could see over the top of her head Connor sitting casually on our couch.

Fuck. A smile lit my brother’s face. Slowly, he stood from the couch, taking the remote off the coffee table to turn off the TV. Then he turned to us and whistled low.

“Someone’s either in trouble or…” His head tilted to its side, and then stupidly said, “Are you on the rag, Julie?”

Julie’s intake of breath was audible. My hands went to her shoulders, and I advised my brother, “If you don’t want to be killed in your sleep, you should go, now.”

He nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. “From the way she’s staring daggers at me and turning red, I believe you could be right.”

He started for the door and Julie made a move to grab him. I wrapped my arms around her.

“What were you doing in here anyway?” she demanded.

“My Internet connection was slow. I wanted to watch porn on your TV, but then I found a good movie on.” He opened the door with a laugh and quickly exited just as Julie hissed something at him.

“He only teases because he adores you,” I offered. It was true though. If Connor didn’t like someone, he’d be as nice as pie to them. The teasing, taunting, and pranks were his way of showing affection. I used to be a part of them as well, especially when it came to Warren and Falcone.

Huh, guess I’ve grown up.

“Would you like to apologize now for ignoring me in the car?” I asked.

Julie stomped on my foot. Immediately my arms fell from her as I cursed and hopped around on one foot. Who knew someone so small could cause pain like that.

“Or,” I started, “we could just slip into the make-up sex stage and bypass all the talking.”

Okay, maybe I haven’t grown up so much.

“Sometimes,” Julie hissed through clenched teeth and retreated a few steps away from me, “I really want to punch you in the nuts.” My hands shifted to cover my privates. “You drive me insane, Dean. Yet, I can’t find it in myself to just walk out and say screw you. Even the thought of walking out on you hurts me deep inside.”

“My jewel,” I whispered, taking a step toward her, until her hand came up. I was growing tired of seeing her hand in my face. Though I had to admit, sometimes it was called for.

“I’ve accepted you’re mine and I’m yours. You know this. I saw red myself when Fallon, my very best friend, who I wouldn’t ever harm, was in your arms, and for the first time I wanted to rip her head off. Though, you know I need time. I know I’m being crazy for asking for this time while we date and get to know one another since it was written in the stars I’m fated to you. I just…. My mind can’t jump right in and start living like we’re an old married couple just yet. Not when we hardly know each other.” She sighed, looked at the floor, and then back up to me. “The point I’m trying to make is that, along with the time to get to know one another, I need you to understand, to know who I am, and who I am is not someone who would cheat. Not when we have what we have. A deep connection that no one or anything can break. The doctor flirted, yes.” She rolled her eyes when I grunted and threw my hands up in the air. She went on, “And I may have seemed to have floundered and flushed like a schoolgirl, but that’s only because I’m not used to the attention.” I went to butt in until her hand came up.
Again
. “However, what I also need you to understand about me, about who I am as a person, is that I would never,
never
do anything with a man who may be attractive, but that’s all he has going for him.” Her cheeks heated, and I knew whatever she was about to say was going to be good. “He isn’t the man who makes my heart beat, the man who makes my stomach feel like there’s a soda stream bubbling up in there every time I see him. Every time I think about him. He’s not the man who, if he was to walk out of a room, I would miss him and wonder about him until I saw his handsome face again.”

“My jewel,” I whispered on a growl, because her words had taken my breath away. Fuck, her words had stilled my heart, until it took off again at a running pace. Her words sank deep into my skin and joined with my blood as it pumped its way to my heart.

She smiled shyly and looked up at me through hooded eyes. “I know you can’t control your Neanderthal ways, but I would like for you to
try
to lower them a little in the knowledge of the fact that you have me. You hold me, and never would I do anything to jeopardize what we have.”

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’ll try anything for you. I’m sorry for the way I acted.” I shrugged. “I guess I sort of thought I was the only one feeling deeply about us.” Smiling, actually grinning like a fucking fool, I added, “Now I know I’m not, hell, I’m willing to do whatever it takes, and if my jewel wants time, wants dates, wants to get to know me in every way before we spend the rest of our lives together, then I’ll do it. You were born for me, Julie, and I will cherish you forever.”

Her bottom lip slid between her teeth and she bit down. I watched it and groaned.

She cleared her throat, and her next words had my cock so hard in that second my brain dropped down into it along with all my blood. “Now we can have make-up sex.”

It took two long strides before I pulled her into my arms. She started to giggle, until my lips touched hers and I demanded entrance. She opened up to me and moaned. Our tongues danced around each other as her hands slid from my butt, up my back, and gripped my hair, holding me close to her. A grunt of approval fell from my mouth into hers. I grabbed the backs of her thighs. She needed no guidance, jumping up and curling her legs around my waist. I took a step toward the couch, but then she slid her heated core up and down my hardness. I tore my mouth from hers and snarled low. “Fuck.”

A few quick steps, and I had her sitting on the back of the couch, her tee up and over her head then thrown to the floor. My tee quickly followed. She let out a satisfied sigh as her eyes roamed my chest, which caused me to stand tall and puff out said chest. Her small hands slid from my stomach, up to where she then tweaked my nipples hard.

“Woman,” I yelped.

She laughed, only to stop when my hands took hold of her bra between her stunning breasts and then proceeded to tear the fabric away. Her tits bounced before I cupped them both, rolling her nipples around with my thumbs.

“Dean.” She gasped. I claimed her mouth again, only not for long. I trailed kisses, licks and bites down her neck, her chest to her right breast. There I sucked her nipple between my teeth and bit down, but looked up. She threw her head back and moaned. Her hips jutted forward, seeking, searching for something to help her with her release. While my mouth paid close attention to her tit, I slipped out of my jeans and boxers. My mate was unaware I was now buck naked; no, she was panting with her eyes closed. Her desire was palpable. I could feel the heat between her legs and fuck me, my balls drew up. Her pleasure doubled mine, and I already had a shit-ton.

Needing to move it all up a step before I shot my cum all over the floor, I released her nipple from my mouth and picked my Julie up. She gasped as I stood her on her shaky feet and turned her around. With a hand on her shoulder, I pushed her forward, her stomach hitting the cushioned part of the back of the couch. With swift movements, nothing her eyes could track, I bent over, grabbed a condom from my wallet in my jeans and slid it on. “Yes,” she breathed when I brushed up against her.

“You ready for your mate?”

“Please,” she begged.

Gliding my hand from her lower back and up to her hair, I took hold in a relentless grip, tugging her head back and to the side. Leaning over her, my cock pushing against her entrance, I bit her earlobe and demanded, “Are you ready for your mate?”

Her eyes were low and lit with a fire of desire. She licked her lips and whispered, “Yes, God yes. I’m ready for
my
mate.”

“You’ll take me inside you?” I asked, moving back a little so my hand could cup her mound. She closed her eyes and panted out a moan. I moved my hand and brought it down on her ass in a loud crack.

“Oh, God,” she cried out.

Fuck me. She liked that.

Gently, still leaning over her and with my hand fisted in her hair, I tugged on it and growled. “My jewel, you need to answer me. You’ll take me inside you?”

The sneaky woman only smiled. A chuckle lifted from deep within my gut and burst out of my mouth. My woman wanted to be punished. Before my hand landed on her ass again, I rubbed it and then let my hand come down hard.

“D-Dean,” she cried. “I’m, oh, I’m going to come soon.” Her cute ass pushed back against me.

“No,” I ordered, pushing my hand into her lower back to still her movement. She gnashed her teeth at me in frustration. “Tell me what I want to hear,” I demanded.

“Dean,” she snapped.

“Julie,” I countered, and with my hand in her hair, I pulled her up. My free arm wound around her chest. When I rubbed my dick against her ass, she whimpered.

“I-I’ll take you inside me, always and forever.”

Fuck yes.

A smirk lit my lips before my mouth latched on to her neck where I bit. She gasped and then sighed as I leaned her forward a little and slid my cock all the way inside her tight, drenched pussy.

After licking her neck, I said with a voice so low, “Always and forever.”

“Yes.”

Pulling back my hips, I thrust back in hard. She cried out, but I didn’t miss the smile on her face before I released my hold on her hair and chest and forced her stomach to the couch again. Grabbing her hips tightly, I then fucked my mate. It was fast, it was hard, and it was fucking magnificent.

Chapter Sixteen

JULIE

Four weeks later

It had been four weeks since the boys sat me down and informed me I was living in my own version of
Stargate Atlantis
, but minus the aliens part. Dear God, at least I hoped. I had thankfully got my period the day after my appointment and my days since were spent working on my current edits and teasing whichever of the brothers was my current babysitter. I had taken perverse joy in introducing the boys to one of my favorite sci-fi shows of all time. Though, Warren was the only one who seemed to appreciate my effort. He seemed proud I thought he reminded me of the sexy, skilled, but grumpy Ronan Dex. The rest were appalled at the comparison. If Dean really wanted me as his mate, they were all going to have to get used to my never-ending geekdom.

My evenings, since finally transitioning to full-time editing—
hooray to no more babysitting spoiled brats, while attempting to get them to pull their heads out of their poopholes—
were spent with Dean. In all the chaos, he’d made time for us to go on an actual date.

I’d spent the afternoon before getting a makeover from Fallon. It was also the first time I’d been back to my house. I thought I would have felt relief; after all, it had been my sanctuary, my first real home, but it felt foreign and lonely. That evening he’d picked me up on a black Ducati. Holy moly, he’d said he rode and had a bike, but heck… I hadn’t prepared myself for the droolworthy vision he presented when he was on the darn thing. I’d read about bikes, as well as smexy biker men in my wonderful smut—thank goodness my favorite authors had prepared me for the sight of Dean in leathers. Without their panty-wetting preparation, I was sure I would have melted into a puddle of needy hormones. Books had always allowed me to live vicariously in the dreamy fantasy worlds created in them, but I never actually thought I’d ever ride a bike or have a sexy biker man all of my very own. Everything about the ride and my hottie was exhilarating.

He’d kept the date simple, which was a relief since I’d been nervous enough. We’d gone for the most delicious seafood I’d ever eaten at a small hole-in-the-wall shack right on the beach. After, we’d walked along the sandy shoreline and talked about absolutely nothing and everything. It was all random, effortless, and amazing. We’d then headed home to his apartment, his bed, and I hadn’t left since, nor did I plan to.

The days since were all so very normal, and I’d definitely needed a little normality at that point. Each night, after we’d done our own thing during the day, he’d return home, and we’d eat dinner, watch a movie, and talk. It was my favorite part of the day, snuggled up on the sofa with him while we chatted about ourselves, our likes, dislikes, past relationships, dreams, future plans, and family. What we didn’t do was talk about the enormous elephant in the room. I had no clue where or when Decay was going to strike next, and I preferred it that way. I wasn’t kidding myself; I knew he would. Though the mere thought that there could be a dagger thingy out there that could kill Dean terrified me. It was also why I happily buried my head in the sand.