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I blinked.

"And maybe that's why I can't have kids," she added, pain furrowing her brow.

My chest tightened. "You can't have children?" I breathed, sympathy swallowing my heart whole. "Oh, honey. Fuck, I'm so sorry."

She shook her head, her pink hair completely rumpled by my fingers. "It's fine. It doesn't bother me."

I raised an eyebrow. "Like the brands don't bother me?"

"So you admit it!" She pointed at me in an aha! moment, like she'd caught me out. "This was all part of my genius plan to get you to confess."

"Mhmm. Sure it was. Back to the mating cycle. You've been hotter than usual?"

"I'm always hot," she quipped, a tooth poking free in a grin. When I kept my eyebrow raised, she huffed. "Fine. I've been hotter than normal, and—so fucking horny. It's crazy. Aphrodite locked us up, we were literally in prison, and all I could think of was cock—"

"Aphrodite locked you up?"

Haley winced. "Yeah…"

Emlyn had done his best catching me up on what I’d missed, but he forgot to mention why they’d been in Olympus.

"She's dead," I reminded myself, mourning the loss of my peace and breathing deep and slowly to manage my rage. "She's dead, and she deserves it, and—" I paused, giving my mate a wide-eyed look when I realised what she was telling me. "Did I just breed you?"

Her face went scarlet. Even her ears turned red. Cute. She shrugged, silent.

A dark satisfaction uncurled through my chest, primal and deep. I wasn't responsible for the low sound that escaped me when I guided her onto her back on the cushions, withdrawing my hips a few inches before driving back inside, as hard as fucking diamond.

"Let's make sure, shall we?" I asked, my voice rough, carnal. "Just in case the first time didn't work. Three more rounds ought to do it."

Her stormy eyes flew wide. "Three? I don't think—"

"You can handle it," I purred, snapping my hips into hers and glad I came so quickly. I could fill her with cum over and over, until her womb was full of it. "You're my good girl, aren't you?"

Her pupils dilated. I grinned and kissed her as I thrust balls deep.

I meant what I told her before. I wouldn't stop until she begged me to. The first time she'd been in control, but now? I was taking charge.

CHAPTER 12

HALWEN

My legs wouldn't stop shaking. My pussy was still fluttering, but not with an orgasm—another orgasm—simply recovering from getting the absolute life pounded out of it.

Wynvail was insane. He recovered so damn fast between climaxes; the last time he didn't even pull out of me, just coaxed an orgasm from my clit before he began fucking me again, pumping me full of so much cum that we'd completely ruined the sofa. It was beyond a deep clean at this point; it would need to be thrown away and replaced.

I cast a look around the room as I stood, my heart all soft and squishy. "Did you really decorate this place for me? Every single piece of furniture?"

"Every single piece," he agreed, his eyes on the trail of cum running down my thigh, eyes almost black, utterly feral. If I didn't know his cock was too sensitive for me, I wouldn't trust him not to fuck me again. And that dark look was doing things to me—both to my pussy and my belly. They were full of butterflies.

"I love everything in this house," I told him. "Every single thing. You stalked me, didn't you?"

"In every possible way," he agreed, getting to his feet in a fluid, feline movement. "I had to make sure it was right for you. It needed to be perfect."

"It is," I said, fighting a smile. "You're way over the top, and completely unhinged, but—thank you. It really feels like home."

He tugged his sweatpants back on, not knowing how goddamn hot he looked in them, especially shirtless, and wrapped his arms around me from behind. The butterflies in my stomach fluttered when he kissed my shoulder, chaste and sweet.

"That's all I wanted. For you to have somewhere safe that felt like home."

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