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Chapter Ten: Mistake
"This was a mistake," Miranda gasps into Jack's skin, her teeth sinking into the woman's shoulder.
A hiss passes through Jack's bared teeth, her fingers gripping the white expanse of Miranda's thighs. Her skin flares blue for the span of a breath. It is saccharine in Miranda's mouth. The cold bulkhead is at Miranda's back, her head snapping up at the chill, her moan reverberating between them.
Jack grasps at Miranda's bare throat, a calloused thumb digging into her delicate collarbone, skin slick with sweat.
"We always were," Jack breathes in answer, tongue dipping to the curve of her neck.