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He was… Oh God, he was mating with her. He was claiming her. And as the pain subsided, she truly felt him inside her. Felt how hot he was, how solid, how much he filled her. How real this moment was.

Once more, that unbearable, restless energy bloomed inside Lacey, making her blood warm and her skin tingle. Every throb of his cock and tremor in his body made her clit pulse with the need for stimulation.

Deciding to test the waters, she undulated her pelvis. A moan spilled past her lips. His slick cock glided along her inner walls, creating whispers of pleasure that made her pussy clench as though unwilling to let him go.

He shuddered and closed his eyes, his hands like vises as they clutched Lacey’s hips, his claws curling into her flesh. “Kir’ani vi’jatai.”

Lacey soothingly stroked her fingers over the hand entrapping hers. She knew he was battling the instinctual mating frenzy that overtook male vrix, knew he was holding himself back for her. She’d never been more grateful for his steely self-control.

But now, she wanted him to relinquish it. She wanted him to let go and submit to the frenzy.

Smiling, Lacey spread her thighs wider. “Take me, Telok.”

CHAPTER 24

Take me, Telok.

Lacey’s words echoed through him, resonating along every thread of his being. Simple words with so much meaning, with so much weight, spoken as a plea, as an invitation, as a command. As a long overdue acknowledgement of what they both wanted…what they both needed.

But a crimson fog had swallowed Telok, shrouding all but his most primal instincts.

I hurt her.

He dug his claws and legs into the ground.

It had been Lacey’s cry of pain that penetrated the haze and granted him a single, frayed thread of self-control to cling to. If he allowed himself to succumb to the frenzy, he risked hurting his mate again.

But that instinctual pull was overwhelming and relentless, and her slit…

By the Eight, she was so hot, wet, and tight around his stem. He felt every tiny movement she made, every breath she took, every thump of her heart, every clench of her channel, each of which struck him with a tiny jolt of pleasure that left him aching with need. There’d been no struggle to enter like he would’ve expected with a female vrix, no powerful muscles to force him out. Just soft, slick, welcoming flesh.

And her scent… The sweet, heady fragrance of her desire permeated the air, flooding his senses, invading his mind, thickening the red haze.

“Please, Telok,” Lacey coaxed, rolling her hips. “Claim me. I’m yours.”

The way her slit clamped around him as it slid along his shaft broke the final strand of his resistance, allowing her words to pierce to Telok’s core.

Claim me. I’m yours.

I’m yours.

Mine.

Telok drew back his pelvis. Ecstasy rushed through him from the suction of her pussy, causing him to thrust back inside her, chasing that sensation again. Lacey cried out. It was a different sound this time, but the pleasure roaring within him was too immense. He couldn’t stop.

He slammed into her again and again, yanking her body against him to meet his every brutal thrust, burying himself inside his mate, and her delectable slit stretched around the bulges of his knot, taking him deeper and deeper. Everything about her was soft and beautiful.

He watched Lacey through the red haze as her lashes fluttered and her head tipped back, as her body rocked and her large breasts bounced. Watched with primal satisfaction as the pink petals of her pussy stretched around him, as his stem disappeared into her, claiming her.

Telok growled. Pleasure built within him, coiling tight at his core, and crushing pressure, almost too painful to endure, grew along with it.

Mine.

He released her wrists and braced both his upper arms on either side of her head.

Mine.

A shudder wracked him, but it did not disrupt his frantic pace.