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Fireworks. Lightning. Dynamite.

Cyrille didn't know any word in any language that could describe how good it felt to kiss her again. And he could search for the next ten thousand years and never be able to find the words to express how relieved he was when she kissed him back. Kate's arm wrapped around his neck, pulling herself flush against him with an eagerness akin to that desperate, hungry state she'd been in while in the catacombs.

Only now, she was sober. Completely one hundred percent sober. Not a single drop of venom left in her veins, and nothing left for her to fall back on.

Aarón had already sworn that the packs would not sell to her or even bring it anywhere near her if they could avoid it. There was a country-wide lookout for Harper and the other lycan he'd been seen with. Much to the slight annoyance of the alpha king, the wolves were much more cooperative when they heard that it had everything to do with Kate. Apparently, she really was the only female the Parisian wolves seemed to like. Even La Chapelle was on board, though it wasn't clear whether it was because he was sucking up to Aarón or because he cared for the little succubus in his territory.

It didn't matter. She still had a long way to go in her recovery, but her mind and body were clear. She was free. He had made a vow when he first locked her in that room that he would never let her know that kind of suffering again.

Kate's mouth opened against his, and her tongue traced his bottom lip. Groaning, he opened for her, expecting to feel her in his mouth. Instead, she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and bit him. The floodgates to his desire opened right then and there. The pressure had been building for the last six weeks. That was too long to go between feeling her against him.

Pushing the lengths of her dress up around her waist, Cyrille gripped her bare thighs and lifted her easily onto the kitchen counter. Her legs circled his hips to pull him even closer. The bulge in his jeans rubbed sensually against the apex of her legs, and her head tilted back to suck in a soft gasp. Needing to taste every inch of her, he kissed a trail down her neck. She shuddered as he pushed the straps of her dress aside.

The heat in the small room intensified, and her magic started to act on its own. It curled around him, coaxing him to continue. To take her. Claim what was his. Keep her. Kiss her. Fuck her.

A tiny, nagging thought pressed at his conscious. What if she was only doing this to feed? What if she was just using him? But most importantly... why did he care if she was? He wasn't Pride. He didn't mind when that happened. Sex was just sex. All he cared about... all he should care about was getting what he wanted. And what he wanted was her.

Right?

A low growl rumbled in his throat. A shiver of excitement followed by another soft moan nearly drove him over the edge. He tore his mouth away from her neck and let his head fall against her shoulder, panting. Her grip around his neck loosened. She could sense his turmoil and didn't want to push.

Slowly, he pulled back enough to kiss her shoulder, deliberately avoiding her weak spot. Then, he broke contact altogether and leaned against the wall away from her. In the confines of the apartment, he was only half a foot away from her, but it was enough space for his head to clear and meet her gaze. "I won't feed you," he said quietly. "Not now. Not until you're strong enough to handle it. So, if that's what you're hoping for..."

Hurt glistened in her eyes. "No," she whispered. "I... I mean, yeah, I want you to feed me again when you think I'm ready. But I... I just want you. All of you."

He wanted to reach out and touch her. Make a physical connection to match what he already felt existed between their essence. Instead, he kept them at his side and searched her eyes. "Everything?"

The gold in her eyes glittered in what he hoped was affection, and she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. "Cyrille, I- I want to make a new deal."

Instantly on alert, he stiffened and raised an eyebrow. "Why?" he asked slowly, trying to keep the suspicion and doubt out of his voice.

"We... we didn't really make a deal. Not a fair one, anyway. I was desperate. You were angry."

"If you break this deal, I am free to kill Danika."

"Yeah, you could... but would you?"

"No," he scowled after a second. "I can't promise that I will ever like her, and I stand by that she is not welcome in the catacombs. But I would be willing to make an exception on occasion for her to come to the club if she has to with Aarón. I can force you into sobriety. I can lock you in that room as long as it takes for you to lose the cravings. But what I really want is for you to get better. Stronger. If I weren't such a bastard, maybe I would have seen that the last thing I should do is separate you from the only person who has been with you this whole time."

Kate's eyes glistened, and her smile was of pure, unbridled joy. "You can be really sweet, sometimes, you know?"

"Don't go telling anyone our little secret, now. Wouldn't want everyone knowing that the greedy bastard actually has a heart, would we?" She giggled at the mock seriousness in his face and voice. "So, what do you propose?"

"Make me yours. I'll give you everything, my body, and my name. You want me to feed and get healthier, and, fine, I get it, you're right. But I also need some assurances of my own. You saw what I turned into. You saw what I did a week after feeding me that tiny shred of a soul. Danika's not strong enough. I need to know someone can stop me if I lose control again."

"Katalin," There was a troubled look on his face, and when he looked away, she knew she was losing him. "I don't think-"

"I want to be yours. Only yours. I... I..." she hesitated, not sure if she could bring herself to say those three words. "I trust you, Cyrille. Let me do this. Let me be yours."

Slowly, his eyes found their way back to hers. Those deep, cavernous black orbs shimmered with a mix of conflicting emotions. "These are your terms?" he asked quietly. "You'll be mine, and I keep you from losing control?"

"Yes."

He remained stone still for a little while. When he finally moved, he was slow, careful, and methodical. He brushed his hands through her hair and cradled her face as carefully as if she might break. Tilting her head so she was looking straight into his eyes, and his lips were a breath away from hers. "No." Her eyes widened, and he continued before she could speak. "You are asking for too little. It's not enough. You are too precious a gift."

"But..."

"I will only accept this deal," he spoke over her. "If you make me yours in return."

Kate's eyes widened, and her jaw fell open. Cyrille started chuckling at the befuddlement on her face. But, gods be damned, she was adorable. "You want to be... mine?" she asked in a tiny voice.

"Only since the night we met."

It was true, and Cyrille had never felt so vulnerable in his long life. Not when it came to sex. He wasn't the vulnerable kind. When he wanted it, there were droves of people of varying breeds who would happily give in to him.

Kate was different. She had always been different. With her... it wasn't just sex.

From the moment her magic found him in his club, the moment he caught her scent, and when he first laid eyes on her, he had been hers. It was like waking up from a long sleep. Rousing the High Sin he used to be and beginning to change the very fundamentals of how he saw this world. Demons didn't have soulmates, but... he couldn't help feeling that they were always meant to be together.

Swallowing hard, her breath hitching slightly, Kate nodded. "Okay. Yes."

Cyrille's kiss was soft and sweet. He held her so gently, yet so desperately like he feared she would slip away into the void. Through the kiss, he freed her of their original binding. Her body trembled, losing the energy she'd been relying on to stay upright. Her fingers tangled in his hair again, holding him close, and a whimper escaped her throat. "This kind of deal," he moaned against her lips, not wanting to stop again. "Sealing this contract... It can get... intense."

"How so?" she murmured, tugging at the back of his shirt.

"It's like how other breeds bond," he explained, tugging the confining fabric over his head before kissing her again and again, barely stopping to finish his sentence. "With an extra step."

"I thought demons don't bond," she asked huskily, now pulling at the fly of his jeans. "We don't have souls to bond with."

"That's why the extra—fuck-" her soft hand slipped into his jeans, cupping his throbbing erection. A teasing little smirk spread across her lips, and she slowly started to run her palm up and down his shaft.

"Extra step," she purred, and his knees trembled. "Go on."

"Names," he gasped as she continued her caress. The counter groaned under his tightening grip. "We have to exchange our—oh gods—our true names. Then you claim me as yours and vice versa."

"All while having sex, right?"

"Preferably, but it's not nec-"

"I already have your name. What are you going to do to earn mine, Avarice?"

The sound of his name in her voice broke him, and a cloud of lust took him over. A loud shredding filled the small apartment as Cyrille tore her dress off. A dim light emanated from her skin, just like when she consumed the liquid soul. Without the deal in place, that was all the power she had to rely on. It was still melding with her physical form, and she was absolutely stunning. The dark red push-up bra and matching panties had his mouth-watering. "I should be calling you candy," he purred and ran his tongue between the slight swells of her breasts.

Her nose wrinkled. "Why?"

"You always wear black," he nipped at her, making her gasp. "But then I get you like this, and you're like a sweet. All bright colors and ready for me to unwrap."

"You could always just call me Kate. You know, like everyone else in the world." she rolled her eyes.

"I like Katalin," he moved lower, slowly letting his knees touch the floor and spreading her legs wider. "I like kitten."

"I don-"

Her words turned into a whimper when he kissed her inner thigh. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer. A great and terrible thought came to his devious mind. How was he going to earn her name? Well, his kitten was, in many ways, innocent to the wicked things he could do to pleasure her. She had no idea what he could do.

Slowly, he pulled her panties down to find her slick and ready for him. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and glanced up to see her watching him. Her eyes were wide and glowing, focussed on him and what he was doing.

He flicked the very tip of his tongue over her clit, and she jumped and squeaked. Then, he started a slow, teasing motion with his tongue over the bundle of nerves, making her jerk and writhe against his grip. She whimpered and groaned, trying to pull him further into her. Her muscles quivered when she was at her most sensitive and tensed when he eased off, not letting her cum.

Kate opened her mouth to demand or beg when the stud of his piercing suddenly pressed against her clit. She barely had time to register the new sensation when his tongue elongated to penetrate her and press into her g-spot. The half-formed words turned into a shriek as her first orgasm ripped through her with more intensity than ever before.

Overcome with pleasure, she curled around his head, closing her thighs to hold him still and clutching at his hair to keep herself steady. Cyrille continued his ruthless assault, licking and hitting every sensitive spot he'd discovered so far. He pushed her, dragged her, carried her all the way up to the peak, never letting that intensity die until he'd flung her wildly into a second and then a third release.

She whimpered, cried, screamed... nothing made sense anymore. She didn't know what was up or down. His touch, his mouth, and, oh gods, his magic consumed her. She never wanted it to end, yet wanted more, and wasn't sure if she could handle the intensity.

When he finally started kissing his way back up her body, Kate was utterly boneless. She was slumped across the counter, staring up at him with a dazed look on her face. "I am so getting one of those," she panted, watching that magical tongue flick across his mouth.

"I do believe I've corrupted you, love," he winked.

"As if I wasn't already," she giggled.

He chuckled and kissed her again, needing to hold her up so she wouldn't collapse. "What do you think?" he purred. "Is that enough to deserve your name?"

"Gods, yes," she whimpered and pulled at his jeans again. "Take your pants off."

"One last thing," he hesitated long enough for Kate to blink through the haze of arousal. "When older demons, like me, make this kind of deal, they can lose control of their humanoid forms. I don't want you to be-"

"Cyrille," she interrupted him with the softest whisper. "I am not afraid of you."

That hit him almost as hard as hearing that she trusted him, and a crushing weight he didn't know was there lifted from his shoulders. She pressed her hand flat against his chest, pushing him away from the counter and allowing her to follow him. She looked pointedly at his pants, and he chuckled.

Slowly, torturously slow, Cyrille pulled his pants down to release his erection. Gold filled her eyes, and she pushed him again, this time hard enough that he landed on the bed. It was small and short enough that his feet rested flat on the floor, and he looked up at her. A beautiful mix of both Lust and Wrath's creations stood before him. Sensual and aggressive. So much had changed in such a short time. Just a few weeks ago, she wouldn't have been able to even look at him without blushing herself into a panic attack.

He reached for her and lifted her onto his lap, her legs straddling his hips. He let his hands wander up her back and unclipped her bra. She looked away, a grimace marring her beautiful features. Somehow, she was still ashamed of her body. It was a pity she couldn't see herself through his eyes. With a tender kiss to her jaw, he whispered, "You are so beautiful," with as much honesty and admiration as he could.

There was that blush he loved so dearly. Kate's eyes fluttered, and her lips parted slightly. Instead of saying anything, she kissed him. She lifted herself up, and he helped guide her onto his cock.

She took it slow, working her hips to take every inch of him. She still couldn't believe how full he made her feel. How good it felt. How such a massive, dangerous male could be so gentle with her when he needed to. When it came to this, to making... love... Cyrille never pushed her. Even now, as she lifted herself up and back down at an almost painfully slow pace, he didn't try to take control.

Instead, his hands roamed her body, matching the pace she set. It was like he was determined to feel every inch of her. From her legs and up her sides. His thumbs brushed across her breasts, sending waves of pleasurable sensations through her body. Encouraged by her reactions and moans, he leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

That was it. She was definitely getting one of those piercings. The hard metal ball sent waves of lightning through her as his tongue manipulated the sensitive bud, and she cried out. She ground hard into him, and he chuckled darkly against her flesh. "That's it, Katalin," he growled when she started moving faster. "You take everything you want."

"Fuck, Cyrille," she gasped and shuddered. "I... I'm going to-"

So lost in the feelings, she couldn't finish the sentence. Cyrille sat up a little straighter, wrapped his arms around her, and caught her mouth in a hard kiss. "Are you ready, love?" he whispered.

Kate nodded and swallowed the lump building in her throat. She was really going to do this. She was really going to trust someone with her most precious possession. He looked at her with cherished tenderness and pulled her forehead to his.

"Tell me your name"

Cyrille spoke power into his words. The magic worked its way through her, easing her fears, enhancing every feeling, and pushing gently at the barriers her mother built and she so diligently maintained. Just this once... just for him... she let them down.

"Caedes"

Wild, uncontrollable magic flooded the room. Gold filled her eyes, and his went black so fast the skin cracked out around his eyes. He surged into her. Cock, power, and every ounce of affection he had filled her. It hit her all at the same time, overwhelming her senses and flinging her into an orgasm so intense, her brain short-circuited. Was she feeling pleasure or pain? Was she moaning or crying? Maybe both? She couldn't tell anymore.

"Caedes"

He groaned her name, sending waves of fire through her body.

"Avarice"

Cyrille dragged her against him, her face tucked into the crook of his neck. Before she realized what was happening, her jaw split open and teeth morphed into needle-like points. Her fangs sunk into his flesh, and he roared with pleasure. Her walls clamped down like a vice around him, and his cock pulsed deep inside her.

The power and pleasure were overwhelming, and Kate just quivered in his lap. A different kind of haze washed across her vision. Blood. Rich, sulfuric blood filled her mouth. She didn't dare move. She was still in control... for now. She tried to tune out the part of her that whispered to rip his throat out. She just wanted to enjoy the moment. Enjoy the aftershocks of-

Cyrille's hissed, getting her attention again almost as quickly as his lengthening talons digging into her waist and back. "My turn."

An incomprehensible squeak of surprise came from her throat as his hips jerked against hers. He was still hard. Impossibly hard. Suddenly, he shifted, lifting them both before turning and dropping her hard on her back, forcing her to release him whether she wanted him to or not.

The magic in the room turned ice cold. Cyrille towered over her, looking down at her with possessive lust in his black eyes. Then his skin shimmered and turned dark, silvery grey, almost black. The muscles of his upper arms and shoulders bulged suddenly before four massive, taloned appendages burst out from each of his shoulders. They were linked together by a thick, leathery membrane, almost like wings. They barely fit in the remaining space of her small apartment, and the talons tore into the walls, the kitchen counter, and into the mattress, seeking leverage wherever they could find it.

A thick layer of chitinous armor started to form over shoulders, arms, legs, down his chest, and across the appendages. While it didn't take over his face, it did come over his skull to his forehead, and two horns made of the same kind of armor grew from the ridge of his brow and curled into deadly points near the top of his spine.

All Kate could do was stare up at the true form of the demonic god above her. She trembled slightly, feeling slightly intimidated despite her previous assurances. He was beautiful. Powerful. And fucking huge.

One of his hands, now massive claws longer than she was wide, caught her wrist and pinned it to the bed over her head. The other wrapped entirely around her thigh, spreading her legs apart as far as she could and holding her completely still. Slowly, he dragged his length across her sensitive clit, forcing her to feel every added inch of him.

That scared her. Fuck, he'd been big before, but now...

Powerful muscles rippled as he slowly lowered his head towards her face, and she looked into those perilous black eyes. Slowly, Cyrille pushed the head of his cock into her. He wasn't rough, but there was no stopping him now. Kate arched her back, and her eyes went wide. It didn't hurt, but the pressure was immense, and she wasn't sure if she would be able to take all of him. When his pelvis touched hers, she let out a whimper of relief and anticipation. Deal or no deal, she was entirely at his mercy. This was what she wanted. What she asked for. She could belong to no other.

As if reading her thoughts, he tilted his head and moved to her ear. "Mine"

He pulled his hips back and then drove into her with long, deliberate, hard strokes. With a possessive hiss, his fangs sunk into her shoulder and back. She didn't feel any pain. Only the purest pleasure as magic exploded through her body. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, or a scream so high-pitched it couldn't even be heard by demons.

Now, Cyrille took his time with her, stretching her to her limit and pushing her further than she thought possible. He growled and snarled with every thrust. He fucked her completely and thoroughly, adjusting to her reactions and driving her so far off the edge, she lost track of who and what and where she was.

Overwhelmed with pleasure, drunk with the feel of his magic surrounding her so completely, all she could do was lie there and take everything he had to offer. She wept and gasped his true name and felt him call hers in return. Over and over, flooding their systems with each of their unique powers until they blended. She felt exposed. Weak. Powerful. Loved. A thousand conflicting feelings battled through her mind and drove her to break.

Hours... days... years... She didn't know... she didn't care how long he fucked her. She could no longer tell where one orgasm ended and the next began. The only warning that he was near finishing was the pressure of his jaw clenching, and the cracking of the walls as the talons of the appendages went stiff.

With a final hard thrust, Cyrille slammed into her as deep as possible and exploded into her tight passage. His grip on her leg tightened, holding her still as he emptied everything into her. Her whole body went tense, riding out her final orgasm and milking him for all he was worth. Then, they lay still, moving only to heave in desperate gasps of air.

It took a long time for the magic to dissipate. The heat of the summer slowly crept into the room. Then, just as slow, Cyrille shrank back into his usual humanoid form, and he started to shake from exertion. He pulled his fangs from her shoulder and pressed tender kisses to the already healing wounds.

Kate whimpered and gasped at his every movement, already beginning to feel the raw, satisfying ache in every muscle. He must have felt the same kind of ache, as he let out a soft groan when pulled free from her folds and collapsed on his side next to her.

His arms circled around her, pulling her into the protection of his arms. Brushing the sweat-soaked hair from her eyes, Cyrille looked down at her affectionately. "You have a beautiful name," he whispered hoarsely and gave her a tired yet brilliant smile. "Thank you."

Tears pricked at her eyes, and she nuzzled into him. Even in her wildest, happiest, venom-induced dreams, she never knew it could be like this. It was better than she could have ever hoped for. Exhausted and spent, she quickly fell asleep in the arms of her mate.

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