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“I’m—Ashán, I’m close.”

“I know, sweet girl.” The skal senses it, rolling harder, faster, the wave-rhythm entirely hers now, venya seeping into her with every flex. “Give it to me. Not to him. Not to both of us.” My finger presses firm circles against her clit, my hand tightens on her breast and I drive up into her like a beast. “This one is mine. Come all over my cock, ash’kaela. Let me feel what I have only ever watched.”

Her legs tremble around my hips, the strength draining from her thighs as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak. She tries to keep moving, but her muscles give out completely. Her body goes slack against me. She lets out a whimper as she realizes she can’t finish what she started.

My hands grip her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as I take complete control. I slam her down onto my cock as I drive up into her at the same time.

“It’s okay,” I growl against her throat. “Let me do it. Let me fuck you through it.”

“Sooo close,” she whimpers.

Her head falls back, mouth open in a silent scream as I piston her up and down my length. Each slam forces her walls to flutter and clench around me. All I can focus on is the wet slap of her body meeting mine and the way her breasts bounce with every brutal thrust.

“Let me fill this pretty little grave you made for me, ash’kaela,” I growl. “It is the only one I ever want to lie in.”

She comes screaming my name—my name—her whole body seizing, her walls clenching around my cage in waves that mirror its own, and the sight of her, wrecked and soaked, snaps the last thread of whatever I was before this morning.

“Eden—”

I bury my face in her throat and follow her over.

The release tears through our shared body like nothing I have ever felt. Venya floods out of me in one concentrated gush, filling her with the strongest dose I have, and she sobs and clenches, coming again, dragged over a second time by my come itself. She shakes in my arms while I empty everything I am into the only place that has ever wanted me.

My cock keeps pulsing long after I expect it to stop. Each heavy throb pushes another thick rope of venom into her. Her belly presses tighter against my stomach with every surge. The skin there grows taut, rounding outward, stretching to hold what I’m giving her. My hands slide down her sides and settle over the swell.

“Ashán,” she slurs. “I feel so full.”

I can’t look away. My come has nowhere else to go; her body is forced to expand around the sheer volume. The sight is hypnotic. Every fresh spurt makes the swell jump slightly beneath my hands. The pressure must be immense, yet she only moans and rocks her hips, milking me more.

I stay buried inside her, unwilling to pull out and lose even a drop. My come keeps flowing in slow, powerful waves, and the swell continues to grow until her belly is unmistakably rounded. I trace over her skin with reverent fingers, fascinated by how much of myself she now carries.

“I want you to stay like this,” I rasp.

“On top of you?” she mumbles.

“Well yes. You’re not going anywhere. But that’s not what I mean,” I rasp, spreading my hand over the swell. “Like this. Full of us. I have never made anything before, ash’kaela. Nothing in this world has my mark on it. But this—” my palm presses gently, “this is the first thing I have ever put into the world that it wanted to keep.”

She rubs her thumb gently over my cheek.

“I find that I want you carrying something of ours far longer than a few days.”

She settles deeper into me, her lips finding the hollow of my throat. “I know. I’m an empath, remember?” she whispers as her hand slides from my skull and rests over the swell, on top of mine.

CHAPTER 33

tell her the horse says you are welcome

—SAGE

We lie tangled together on the shower floor for hours. Her head rests on my chest, her heartbeat syncing with mine through the bond—even stronger now that she’s accepted Ashán. But it still isn’t sealed, he murmurs.

“Ready to get out, mí’aevúna? I think your skin has officially turned into prunes.”

She winces as she moves closer.

“Sore?”

“I feel like I’ve ridden a horse,” she chuckles, her words still slurred from Ashán’s venya.