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Slick. Tight. Mine.
She gulped and I felt her throat ripple beneath my fingers.
“Now,” she hissed.
By the Gods, her wish was my command.
I pushed—felt more of my knot being swallowed—and her gasp was still in the air when I drove the rest of it home. I resumed my grip and began to pump with everything I had.
“So fucking—good,” she screamed between pants.
I held her upright.
My eyes found her neck.
My teeth began to lengthen. Not because the moment demanded it. Not because I’d decided. Pure instinct—the age-old, bone-deep drive to claim what was ours.
Do it. Do it. Do it.
The voice grew louder.
Nika began to jerk, her muscles locking around me.
Do it now.
She pushed back—impaled herself on my knot entirely—and my eyes rolled as she milked me again. I wrapped my arm around her chest, my hips jerking as my seed reached its destination. I tipped her head back and took her mouth instead. Poured everything into that. Anything to keep my teeth from her neck.
I wouldn’t break her trust.
Not when she was vulnerable. Not like this. Not without her full understanding of what it meant.
It wasn’t until I’d breathed easy again—until I’d moved us onto the mattress and felt her settle against me—that I admitted to myself what I’d already known.
The voice had been mine.
Not Kael’s.
Mine.
That was a close call.
Fuck.
She’d put a knife through our knot and balls while biting the relevant anatomy clean off.
There’s something wrong with you, Kael muttered.
I cradled her belly with one hand.
That soft little paunch.
It would grow.
Chapter 46
Nika
Day Three
