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My woman claims me. I grind harder, holding myself as deep inside her as I can. “No, baby. You’ll never have to share me.”

I press my nose into her neck, into our bonding spot. She instinctively leans her head to the side, baring herself to me in a way that actually makes my canines elongate.

As much as need drives me to bite her, I can’t take this from her. Wouldn’t dare. Instead, I press rough, sucking kisses to her wet flesh.

“God, stop teasing me,” she pants.

I grin into her skin. “Is that what I’m doing?”

“Please, Nick.” Her eyes shine with pleasured tears. “Please.”

She’s only said please once before tonight. I get the feeling it’s not a normal occurrence, a piece of herself she doesn’t give away easily.

“Anything for you.” I roughly thrust into her, setting an unrelenting pace. “Anything you want is yours, Izzy. You want breakfast every morning? Done. A date every night? Always. For me to get on my knees at your command? I am yours.”

She doesn’t reply, just moans brokenly as I keep driving into her. Chasing her orgasm.

Chasing what belongs to me.

It doesn’t take long for her breath to quicken, her walls to squeeze around me. She’s on the precipice, she just needs something to tip her over.

I band one arm around her back, holding her up with a firm grip on her thick ass, and snake my other hand down until I can rub gentle circles around her clit. “That’s it. Give me your orgasm.”

Her whimpering moan as she shudders around me will play in my mind for the rest of my days. There’s no way I’ll be able to forget how she sounds when she comes.

I never knew knotting would feel like this.

I never knew locking myself inside her would heighten everything I already feel. To be so intimately connected to her is such an unexpected gift.

It only takes a couple more pumps for my own release to follow, for my knot to thicken and lock me inside her.

For the best orgasm of my life to tear me open, to leave me bare and vulnerable before her. There’s no way she could look at my face right now and not see exactly what she means to me.

CHAPTER THIRTY

ISABELLA

It takes only a few minutes for Nick’s knot to go down, for him to wash my hair and body with the utmost care, and get me settled into bed with a bottle of water.

It’s all comforting and entirely domestic.

But I can’t get the look on his face out of my mind. When he came, he looked at me like I was the missing piece.

Like I’m his home.

I would’ve considered it a fluke, or a trick of the orgasm, but his devotion continued in every action. The way his fingers gently massaged shampoo in my hair, the way he caressed the loofah over my skin with body wash, the way he tucked me against his body to sleep.

Things aren’t supposed to be this easy. You’re supposed to have to claw, scratch, and fight for people to pay attention to you…right?

Or maybe some people just…don’t need to be convinced to give a shit. Maybe Nick doesn’t need to be convinced I’m worthy.

Maybe he just believes I am.

Maybe coming here was the best decision I could ever make, and not just because this job looks good on my resume. Perhaps I just needed to find Nick.

Emotion wells up in my chest, climbing up my throat until it makes my eyes burn, and I snuggle deeper into the arms that hold me so tight.

Maybe this is what it’s supposed to feel like when you’ve found your person.