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“Bite,” she pleads, tilting her neck to give me access. But there’s something wrong with that picture. She’s giving me the side of her neck that has Atticus’s claim already on it, and it’s red as fuck since he keeps biting it every time he ruts into her.

If she didn’t have her advanced healing, I’d stop him, but she seems to get off on it as much as he does.

That’s the important thing.

If she likes it, then who am I to stop her?

“I love you,” she murmurs, and I press a soft kiss to the spot just above Atticus’s claim.

I won’t be going there, though.

I’ve got my sights on her wrists.

But I don’t want to claim her first.

My bear and I need her to make the decision, we need her to acknowledge us as her mates and prove that the night we met, I succeeded in protecting her.

I need her to confirm that I’m worthy. That I’m enough to be hers.

And she doesn’t disappoint. I don’t know if she’s lucid enough to scent the changes in my emotional state and then be able to understand them, or if it’s just instinct, but she smiles at me, her teeth no longer human, and grabs my wrist.

She sinks her teeth into me before offering me her wrist.

She wants to do this together.

I don’t disappoint. As the smoky flavouring of her blood coats my tongue, the bond between us flares to life. Our souls entwine, and I’m hit with a powerful feeling of love.

Tears well up in my eyes, the most beautiful moment of my life taking place right now.

Well, until she lets go of my wrist, drops to her knees, and takes me in her mouth.

Then, I let the rut take over. I give in to my baser instincts and trust that we can care for her.

I’ve held back all this time, needing the bond between us to guide me before I could trust myself.

But now? All bets are off.

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CEVON

“I’m going to fuck you so fucking hard, you won’t be able to walk again,” I mutter, ignoring the laughter from Devoss. The fucking fox is just jealous that his dick is about five inches shorter than mine. Pathetic.

“More,” Nora sobs, rocking back and forth on my dick. “More.”

“I’m going to fill this pretty little pussy with my seed,” I hiss, fucking into her more and more, giving her exactly what she wants. Well, except my knot. I want to cum twice before I lock us together. “You’re going to take load after load—”

“Enough,” Voss murmurs, gripping my shoulder in warning, but I tune him out.

I’ve tried doing things the fox’s way, but my little darkling deserves more than a half-assed heat. We’re bonded now, my desire is filling her just as much as her own is, and it’s powering her up further. She’s high on the pheromones, and she’s ready.

Just like me.

I have a purpose. Nora’s got a purpose.

And right now, our purposes are identical.

She wants to be mated, knotted, and bred, in that exact order.

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