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Make her scream my name until her throat was raw and damaged.

The thought made me choke, and I came, ropes of sticky cum spraying. I aimed for her pussy, imagining her pregnant with my baby.

Suddenly, something feral washed over me. Possessing me. The wild animal inside me rearing its head.

I scooped it with my fingers, shoving it up inside her, fucking her with it.

This woman would be fucking mine.

I would fill every one of her holes until it was leaking from her eyes.

Fuck her until her belly was filled with my child. We would have a house full of kids.

I would chain her to me forever.

This was all her fault.

I’d tried to scare her away, did everything in my power to make her leave. To stop her from getting involved with the Magnolia. With me.

And yet, she defied me at every turn.

Turned her back on my warnings.

And now, it was time for the consequences.

Fucking her harshly with my fingers, I wished she was awake right now so she could see me claim her.

See the fearlessness in my eyes, the possession in my touch.

See how she belonged to me and no one else.

Because now, Summer was in more danger than ever before.

Not from the Magnolia, but from me.

Now that I’d had a taste of her, I was never letting her go.

The Magnolia would live to regret this day—I would kill any other man who tried to touch her.

CHAPTER 26

Summer

Ring ring. Beautiful, poisoned flowers glimmered in the moonlight. Giant fern leaves and prickly vines twisted and danced with the wind. Pearlescent stones marked a path, but overgrown bushes and encroaching darkness hid the way.

I stared at the huge garden, knowing I was the smallest, most vulnerable creature in the universe. Pitter patter, the sound of my heartbeat. Pitapat. Not mighty or strong. Tiny, nervous, thrashing…weak.

Afraid to move.

And yet, at the other side—Callie. Freedom.

Ring ring. Saul was calling. Determined, I jumped into the underbrush, rushing and frantic, my long ears picking up the subtle shifts of the wind. The path grew darker, stones uneven underfoot.

Suddenly, a tingling sensation crept up my spine. Making the fur on the back of my neck stand on end.

I froze, taking in the sensation. An eerie quietness, a sense of something other.

And then, the call of the thing, a loud roar, followed by a deep growl of the beast.

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