The thrill of being claimed by her made him need to be closer to her, aching to be inside her. "I'm yours," he agreed, kissing her chest between her breasts while his hand pulled down her shorts. "You're mine - Ride or die." Claim it Melpomene had said, and he had, fiercely, but this was different. They were different. He was in love with Marcie. Melpomene, whatever it meant, was his muse. Both things could be true, because there had to be room inside him for both.