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My hips lift, my body obeying without command.

My panties disappear.

“Nix.” Volik’s voice crawls across the room.

More fabric rips.

I try to lift my head, wanting to see. The only thing left to tear was his underwear.

I want to see.

But it feels like my skeleton is made of iron.

I can hardly move.

My thighs are shoved open.

Volik growls.

The room around us pulses.

The bed frame groans.

His hands drag over my skin, under my ass.

Fingers dig into my soft flesh. And he lifts me.

Gripping my ass, Volik lifts my lower half from the bed.

My shoulders stay pressed into the mattress.

My head stays pressed into the mattress.

My lips part.

I blink.

And I watch Volik lower his face. Between my thighs.

Chapter 27

Volik

An inch away from my mate’s entrance, I pause. And I inhale.

Floral cherry juice floods my lungs.

Her pulse is pounding so hard through her delicate flesh that I can scent her blood through her skin.

The storm rages outside. Thunder rolls almost constantly now.

But that is not what’s making the building shake.

It’s me.

It’s the mate bond.

It’s because of Nix.