Page 146 of Marked By His Hunger

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But I felt him.

He was on the rooftop.

Alone.

Rain hammering down on him.

Wings spread.

Fangs out.

His hunger slammed into me like a tidal wave.

Raw.

Violent.

Endless.

My breath caught.

“That’s where this is coming from,” I whispered.

“What?” Sapphire asked.

“Nothing.”

Lie.

It wasn’t nothing.

It was him.

I could feel him.

His thirst.

His restraint.

His pain.

And underneath it—something pulling him.

Toward me.

Toward whatever this madness between us was.

He’d said fated mate, but I didn’t really know what that meant.

A little while later, we made it back to our dorm.

After the usual things, like washing my face and brushing my teeth, changing into clean pajamas, I lay down on my bed.

I stared at the ceiling.

Tried to breathe through it.

My body heated and swelled. I felt so empty. Needy.

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