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She cries out as I push into her from behind, driving deeper in this new position.

It’s wild, feral, and she moans and groans as I fuck her faster now, my beast rising to the surface.

“Gunnar, I⁠—”

Holy fuck, she’s coming again. Her tiny pussy spasms around my shaft, and it pushes me over the edge.

My jaws ache as my beast’s canines break through. I move her silky hair off her neck, exposing the vulnerable spot. Then I bite down, my sharp teeth breaking through her tender skin.

Her body jolts beneath me, a gasp breaking from her as the bond connects.

Mine.

A moment later, I explode, flooding her womb with my hot seed.

I hold there, braced over her, breathing hard, my body still shuddering with the force of it.

She collapses beneath me, face turned to the side against the pillows, hair spread out, breath coming fast and ragged.

Then I shift carefully, easing my weight off her, guiding her onto her side.

I pull her in close, one arm sliding around her waist, the other coming up to cradle her, keeping her tucked against my chest.

She fits there perfectly.

Her back against me, her breath slowly evening out, her hand drifting over mine like she needs the contact.

I press my face into her hair, breathing her in.

“I love you, Alexandria,” I whisper.

I feel her stiffen, and I hold my breath.

“Oh, I love you too,” she says in a rush.

I smile to myself and my beast purrs.

The bond hums between us—steady, constant.

A satisfaction spreads through me.

She’s mine.

My mate.

My arms tighten around her, holding her closer.

She lets out a soft breath, relaxing further into me, like she feels it too.

And I keep her right where she is.

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Alexandria

For a moment I don’t know where I am. I blink, once, twice, the room still shadowed around me—and then I realize, with a little jump in my chest.

I’m not alone.