“Please,” she begs softly.
“Anything you want, angel.”
That nearly makes her cry.So I stop, fearing that I am overwhelming her, but she pulls me back.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers.“Just remind me.”
So I do.“You are here.”A kiss.“You are safe.”Another.“You are mine only because you chose me.”Her nails dig into my back.“And I am yours because I choose you too.”
The bond locks.Not like chains, but like a door closing against the dark.
Briana breaks apart beneath me with a sound that’s half sob, half wonder, and I follow her over because there’s no world where I can hold back from that.I bury my face against her marked shoulder and shake through the force of it, through the mating bond sealing so deep I feel her heartbeat under my own.
I pump her full of my cum and pray to every deity I know of that she gets pregnant so I can always keep her.
For a long time, neither of us moves.I keep most of my weight off her, even though my limbs refuse to work.
“Knox.”
“Yes?”
“Come here.”
“I am here.”
“No.”Her arms wrap around me, pulling.“Here.”
My chest aches, but I lower myself carefully, still ready to move if she tenses.She doesn’t, she sighs.A soft, exhausted, satisfied sound that will live in me until I die.
Her fingers trail lazily over my back.“That was...”
I lift my head.“Too much?”
Her mouth curves.“Not enough, actually.But enough for tonight.”
The beast purrs.Actually fucking purrs.
Briana’s eyes widen.“Did you just...”
“No.”
“Liar.”
“Whatever.”
She laughs, and the bond carries the sound straight through me.I kiss her forehead because her mouth might tempt me into proving her point.Then I roll to her side and pull the blanket over us only after she nods.
She curls toward me freely.Her hand rests over my heart, and mine settles at her waist.
“Tomorrow,” she says, voice sleepy, “when I wear the fake collar...”
My arms tighten before I can stop them.
She taps my chest.“Easy.”I loosen my hold, and she smiles faintly.“You need to remind me.”
“It’s fake.”
“And?”
