[ The lingerie didn't stand much chance. Chariot needed herself out of it as badly as Fang did, it all feeling too in the way now that the initial arousal factor was well past its necessity. She needed to feel Fang's hands directly, and everywhere. Every bit of her skin ached for her touch, her taste. Every press of fingers into flesh, claws against skin, the joyful lapping of her tongue.
She was hers. Thoroughly and totally. In that night, and all others. There would never be a question about it, with that mark there.
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She was hers. Thoroughly and totally. In that night, and all others. There would never be a question about it, with that mark there.
They were mated. ]