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The thought of her first heat drove me crazy. I begged the Moon Goddess for one more selfish desire while I pounded my mate into the mattress.

“Oh, yes. Give it to me,” Aliana moaned, clinging to me as sweat rolled down my back.“Uh. Ohhh. Yes.”

Her broken sounds of need only empowered the raving beast.

“Yeah? You want my fat knot stuffed inside that pretty little pussy?” I growled, smacking my knot against her wet hole.

Her eyes fluttered, slick trickled down my knot, and I lost it.

I pushed my arms beneath her shoulder blades and gripped her shoulders tightly to hold her in place. Her legs wrapped high around my waist as she spread open for me. I pulled free and slammed into her slippery wet pussy. Three times, until my knot buried its way inside.

Her howl joined mine, the sound rolling through the room and out into the night.

Two beings merged into one.

Her body twitched violently beneath me as her pussy convulsed around my cock. The tight contractions around my knot halted my roar as I spilled inside her.

Wonder. Ecstasy. Her crying out my name. It all converged into one beautiful moment as my balls pulsated and another rush of seed shot out of my cock.

Everything was for her. Every last drop. It would never spill outside her body again.

My mouth began to salivate, and my teeth lengthened, the ache in my gums sharp and ancient.

I reared up and sank my teeth into my mate while she still came on my cock. Her low moan and sigh were all I needed to hear.

I was about to lick the blood away when she snarled and grabbed a handful of my hair. There was a flash of white before her teeth sank into my neck. My cock jerked, and more seed dribbled out of me. Her low growl kept me still, the vibration of it humming against my skin where her mouth held me.

She hadn’t eaten dinner yet.

Chapter 23

Aliana

When he tried to move, my fingers tightened in his hair, and I winced, feeling the loose strands I might have yanked free. It couldn’t have been worse than the hot wax and cotton strips, though.

“No,” I said, crossing my ankles behind him.

His deep chuckle tickled my ear.

“I couldn’t pull out even if I wanted to,” he murmured, before licking his mark on my neck.“I was only going to turn us over so you’d be more comfortable.”

“Fine,” I mumbled.

Zira was silent. My mind was still reeling as Sorin spun me around, and I felt his thick cock and bulbous knot all over again.

The sudden thought of my own inexperience cut through the mellow haze—how many women had known exactly what to do with him, how to move, how to ask for what they wanted. I had none of that. Just instinct, and hope that it was enough.

“No wonder you shagged half the compound,” I muttered, shuffling my legs on either side of him for better weight distribution.

It felt so good. So fucking good that it pissed me off.

Relax. It’s ours now, Zira said lazily.

I was still a little salty until he raised his hand to brush my hair back. The tattoo caught my eye—half wolf, half wraith, the two so entangled I couldn’t say where one ended and the other began. He plumped a pillow beside his head and pulled me onto it, so we were at eye level.

“I can’t change my past, my love,” he murmured, cupping my jaw, using his absurdly long thumb to stroke my cheek.

I held his arm and studied the ink properly for the first time. The wraith’s cloak unravelled into ragged strands that bled straight into the wolf’s fur, down through its legs, until the two creatures were one and the same. Just below the wolf’s snarling head, a single paw stretched forward, claws bared. It looked less like a wolf and more like something out of an older, hungrier myth.