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I reach for him.

Volik.

Mate.

That word won’t stop repeating in my brain.

It won’t stop bouncing around the room.

My hands claw at his sides. And something pulses between us. Drawing our chests together.

I arch up. He leans down.

“Nix,” he heaves.

“Volik,” I whimper.

“Mine.” Volik lowers the final inch and licks his tongue across my lips.

Chapter 29

Volik

My bones flex as I swallow the delicious taste of my mate’s blood.

These tiny bits, these drops of her juice, make me even hungrier for a mouthful.

But I have not earned that yet.

Nix’s tongue chases mine. And I let her catch it, tangling our mouths together. The hint of her blood tangled in our kiss.

Her hands claw at my sides.

She tilts her hips up, seeking. So, I lean more of my weight onto her. Sealing our bodies together. Hips to mouth.

Noise rumbles around us, and it’s me. Because I can feel her wetness against the underside of my cock.

I can still smell it from where it’s soaked into my beard.

And when her legs wrap around my waist—when they try to wrap around my waist, since she’s too small to reach all the way—I can’t wait any longer.

Pulling my hips back just enough, I reach down between us and grip the base of my dick.

My hold is tight. Almost painful. And it’s… new.

New, because my size is new.

This is going to feel sooo good.

I break our kiss and pull my hips back farther, making room for my length.

Nix looks up at me, blinking like she’s trying to clear her vision.

I rub the tip along her slippery entrance.

She moves her hands from my sides to my chest, one palm directly over my heart.

Our pulse skips, and I can feel her hesitancy.