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And he looked right back at her. Jaw tight. Growling and grunting. His hands on her hips now forcing her down. Seeking his pleasure as well as hers.

Chapter 41

Trove

This was what he wanted.

It wasn’t enough.

But it was more than he ever thought he could take.

He couldn’t take this anymore.

Not without getting more.

Her wet heat. The shaking of her body as she became fatigued moving over him. The strain in her muscles as she forced herself to keep going.

She was so beautiful. So pure and perfect.

She wasn’t taking from him.

He wasn’t controlling her.

They were moving together. They were enjoying each other. Building each other’s pleasure. They were cooperating. They were mating.

And it wasn’t complete, it wasn’t enough, but the motions were still familiar to him. Primal and easy and deliberate.

He grabbed for the front of his pants. Wanting to rip them away. To shred them. But he had no claws. Just the dull pads of his fingers.

He snarled. Angry. Denied that simple action that most any other male could do.

If he pushed her off, if he moved her, he could find the seal and remove them. But he couldn’t force her away. He didn’t think he’d continue living if he lost this connection between them. He wouldn’t survive it if his cock was no longer bathed in that sweet heat.

So he put his hands back on her hips and pulled her harder into him. Thrusting up. Rubbing and humping and groaning.

Chee gasped, falling over him. Grabbing his shoulders. Her movements stuttered, losing rhythm for a moment. But he didn’t stop. He grabbed two big handfuls of her luscious ass and continued pulling her into him. She shook and shuttered but, with a gasp, managed to get back into the movement.

They weren’t joined, but they were still one.

They were mates.

And this thing between them was not about shame, about power, about control. It was not the selfish demands of one on another.

This was their pleasure. Theirs.

And it struck them at the same time. Chee let out a cry, stiffening and trembling as he grunted. The pressure of her body weight right there on his knot sending him over the edge as the heat of his seed spread between their bodies.

Chee collapsed over him, panting and shaking.

He tightened his arms around her waist, keeping her right there. Not at all willing to lose the connection between them.

And if some part of him still screamed that he didn’t deserve this, that he was weak and worthless, he didn’t hear it under her weak pants and moans that continued alongside the twitches of her pleasure continuing to wrack through her body.

For what greater purpose could a male have than this?

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Chee was sleeping on Trove’s chest. Her hair was an absolute mess, a violent messy cloud around her head. One leg was thrown over his. She twitched occasionally in her sleep. Her lips were parted. She was so mussed and so perfect.