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connected solidly with his jaw.
Tate s head snapped sideways, breaking his concentration. Ryah
took advantage by locking her legs tighter and flipping them over
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until she straddled thighs.
 Think you can tame me? she jeered.
His cock begged for her touch, aching and throbbing, sliding
smoothly along the slick lips of her drenched pussy.  Think you can
last eight seconds, sweetheart, he leered back.
Ryah laughed coldly, resting her forearm over Tate s windpipe,
and cutting off his air supply. He retaliated by thrusting his hips up
sharply, slamming home into her clenching body. Her inner walls
clamped down around him as she let out a strangled moan. It felt as
though the muscles were trying to push him out, warring against his
invasion.
Tate grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head back
sharply. The action dislodged her arm, and he sucked in much needed
oxygen to his aching lungs.
In one swift movement, he lunged forward, sinking his canines
into the soft, tender flesh at the top of Ryah s breast. Her sweet tasting
blood rushed over his tongue, and his dick exploded, shooting copious
amounts of cum into his still struggling mate.
Damon appeared suddenly, gliding his rigid shaft against Tate s,
inching his way into Ryah s dripping pussy. He wasted no time once
he bottomed out, pushing her head to the side and sinking his teeth
into her neck.
Damon s cock pulsed and jerked against his own, and a fresh rush
of hot seed burst over Tate s still hard pole.
Ryah moaned and writhed, even as she cocked an elbow back,
nailing Damon in the ribs. He grunted, pulling his canines from her
neck.  Fuck, she packs a punch, he groaned.
Setting a fast rhythm, Damon rocked his hips, sliding in and out of
her core, rubbing against Tate s cock, and pulling deep moans from
his chest.
 Fuck me harder, Ryah spat, rising up and falling to impale
herself on both of their engorged pricks.  Make me fucking feel it. Or
aren t you man enough?
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The fighting, biting, punching, clawing Tate could handle. His
stomach and chest burned when Ryah had shredded him, but it didn t
hurt nearly as much as the words streaming from her mouth.
 Bite me, he whispered.
 Fuck you, she spat back.
 What? Damon taunted as he continued thrusting in and out of
her.  Are you a coward?
Ryah roared, falling forward, and sinking her teeth roughly into
Tate s exposed neck. Damn, it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. She didn t
finesse it, and she damn sure wasn t gentle. Tate held perfectly still,
clenching his fists and squeezing his eyes closed. His failing erection
slipped from her body, and he gritted his teeth to keep from crying
out.
After several seconds that felt like forever, the gnawing ceased
and a gentle tongue raked over his neck, licking at the gaping wound.
Ryah sat up, a serene smile on her lips, and contorted her body to sink
her elongated canines into Damon s shoulder.
Tate heard Damon cried out, his body freezing and tensing. Ryah
seemed to use much more care with him, but Tate didn t mind. It
meant she was coming back to herself, and back to them. The fierce
throbbing in his neck seemed a small price to pay to have their girl
back.
Ryah pulled away from Damon s chest with a contented sigh. Her
eyes rolled back in her head, and she fell limply from Tate s lap and
onto the mattress.
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Chapter Fifteen
Ryah groaned, opening her eyes to look into the faces of her
mates. She smiled sweetly, though her body felt sore and well used.
She couldn t remember anything.
 How are you feeling? Damon asked with concern on his face.
She frowned.  A little sore and kind of itchy, but okay, she
answered honestly.  Why? What s wrong?
She looked to Tate, and the blood drained from her face. Sitting
up quickly, she ignored the spinning in her head and cupped his
cheek.  Oh baby, what happened to you? She took in the deep
gashes on his torso, the bruise forming on his chiseled jaw, and worst
of all, the gaping wound in his neck. It looked mangled, and it still
bled.
Tate just smiled at her.
 Oh, Tate, she crooned.  Who did this to you? She peppered
kisses over his face, lightly skimming his swelling jaw. Tears pooled
in the corners of her eyes.  Tell me, she insisted.
The smile slid from Tate s face, and he looked away. Ryah licked
her swollen lips, tasting something salty and almost bitter. She
touched her mouth gently, gasping at the blood that came away on her
fingers.
She looked back and forth between her stained fingers and Tate s
neck several times. No!
 I did this, she whispered. Lifting her other hand, she noticed the
blood caked under her fingernails. She brushed the unmarked skin
beside one of the long gashes on Tate s stomach.  And this, she
breathed.
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Bile rose up in her throat, and her stomach cramped painfully.
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