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or whatever. But there’s just something I want you to remember.”

“What?” My eyes darted over to meet his.

His blue eyes pierced through mine. “I had you first. And even though you don’t know it yet, my plan is to have you last.” He crushed his lips against mine then, kissing me so intensely and deeply that we were both quickly breathless.

I could feel his hard bulge underneath me, and I wanted him. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted him. I ground my body against him, teasing him and letting him know how badly I wanted this.

His blue eyes stared deep into mine as he pushed himself inside of me.

I let out a loud gasp as I rode him in the water.

We shifted positions then, and he pushed me up against the side of the pool.

As he thrusted every hard inch into me deeply, I arched my back against the wall of the pool.

I could already feel myself tightening, ready to come undone.

“Theo,” I moaned out.

He captured my lips in his mouth, biting them gently and groaning into my mouth.

Waves of pleasure rippled through me as I shattered all around him. He pushed me up hard against the pool wall as he released himself inside of me.

Once he was done, his eyes locked on mine again. “That was amazing, but there is one thing that could have made it better.”

“What?” I asked.

“If it had been a full moon.”

I glanced up at the night sky, noticing that there was no moon visible tonight at all.

I knew what Theo was getting at. If the moon had been full, it would have been an almost guaranteed pregnancy, considering he had just come inside me and the full moon was a werewolf’s fertile time.

A part of me was slightly relieved that there hadn’t been a full moon, because I wasn’t ready to make a decision yet.

Then again, I supposed that would have been one way for me to make my decision.

I could always let fate be the decision-maker.

Chapter 15

Talking to Iris in person left me with this bittersweet feeling. The days following her visit to the house stirred up a lot of memories of the dungeon, things that I would have rather have forgotten.

But no matter how hard I tried to push them away, they just kept rising to the surface as a constant reminder of everything I had endured. I was pretty sure it was my mind’s way of trying to remind me not to forget what happened in those the four walls of that dungeon. It was trying to tell me not to let my emotions take over again.

I had already been too nice to Iris—way nicer than I ever should have been. I couldn’t let myself ever forget what a monster she was.

I was sitting in the living room on Sunday afternoon, trying to work on a report I had to finish for Deadly Lunar Magic, when one of the memories from the dungeon hit me full force. It was like a train hitting me full on. I couldn’t do anything to stop it; all I could do was let it hit me, even though I knew it wasn’t going to be easy to live it all over again.

The tension between Milos and Iris was growing by the day. I could see it in the way they communicated with each other when they were around me.

He was growing frustrated with her, but I hadn’t quite figured out why.

“Javier Rodriguez needs her blood,” he said as they came down the dungeon stairs that day. “We need to do another draw and deliver it to him.”

“Again? I feel like we just gave her his blood,” Iris commented.

“It was three weeks ago. We can’t let it go past a month, remember?” Milos reminded her. “We can’t risk Raven dying.”

“Would it really be the worst thing if she did die?” Iris asked.

I swallowed hard. This was a conversation I didn’t really want to have to listen to. If the two of them decided I would be better off dead… Well, I would be at their complete mercy, considering I couldn’t even do magic in this dungeon.

“Yes, Iris, it would be a horrible thing if she dies,” Milos replied. “You know we need her to form the Triangle.”

“I am so over your obsession with this stupid Triangle,” Iris replied. “And more importantly, I am so tired of your obsession with her. She’s not even your mate.”

“She’s the love of my life.” He growled at