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His words barely register as my body thrums with pleasure. I moan with each thrust, but I am under no illusion that somehow I’ve gained myself two fated mates. I’ve heard of men having multiple women, but not the other way around.
Lucien fucks me, ramming into me. I wriggle under him as a shudder rips over me.
My sex quivers, every cell in my body pulsing. He leans lower and brushes a tongue over my hard nipple, flicking it. I cry out, desire pooling in my stomach.
Then I feel him growing inside me.
I freeze as he stops thrusting into me, but he remains over me, meeting my gaze.
“You’re knotting, aren’t you?”
Still, my need has me heaving to get closer to him, bucking against him. Fresh slick slides out each time he shifts.
His eyes roll back into his head, a snarl pouring from his lips. His mouth twists, his body shivering with the intensity of what’s coming. A growl rips from his throat.
And my ache eases to have him so swollen in me, the keening sound smothering me, digging into my flesh.
“You’re so tight.”
My soft inner walls pulse against his knotted cock, squeezing him.
He roars, his chest puffing out, his skin shining with a sheen of sweat. I adore the way he looks as he floats in euphoria. His lips clamps around my nipple, and he takes me into his mouth, sucking hard. That same pleasure and pain swallows me. My own climax surges forward once again, building, tightening. Then it crashes over me so fast, my vision blurs.
The orgasm rips through me. “Lucien!”
He breaks into a ravenous growl, his hips moving ever so slightly as he pulses inside me. I feel the warmth, the streams mingled with my own climax. I shudder beneath him as he keeps coming. That’s the thing about Alphas—they produce an insane amount of seed, filling me completely.
I float down from my euphoria, and an ache strikes me in the chest. It has nothing to do with my sickness or wolf. But the reminder that the reasons Alpha knot and produce so much is for the higher probably of impregnating their mates.
I stay still, Lucien still inside me. He watches me the whole time, but his thoughts are still trapped in his own orgasm…I see it in his eyes. He stays inside me until his knot eases enough to safely pull out.
After a while, he comes out of me completely.
I collapse onto the grass, my body sore and my heart racing. Slick and seed slip out of me, and there’s nothing I can do about right now. When I look over at Lucien, I see so much more than an Alpha who needs to follow his instinct.
He collects me into his arm and holds me against his strong chest. I grasp on to him, inhaling his scent, listening to his heartbeat pounding inside his chest. I should be embarrassed by being out here naked and having just had sex in the wild. But in Lucien’s arms, I feel safe and protected. My head is still spinning, trying to make sense of my emotions or thoughts.
I look up at the healed scar over his collarbone.
“How do you feel?” he asks as he brushes loose strands from my brow.
“Like I’ve been hit by a tornado.” I smirk and half-laugh. “But I don’t understand. If I have now been marked by two Alphas, why hasn’t my wolf tried to come out yet?”
He kisses the top of my head. “You’ve got to remember, your body has been accustomed to her staying inside you. It’s clinging on.”
A shudder of dread pulls at my nerves. “And what if she never emerges? Then I stay as I am. I’ve lived this all my life, and I’m fine.”
I’m barely thinking straight as my body still hums from our sex. But if she won’t come out, then I can live with that. The question is… will the Alphas?
“How long have you been sick?” he asks with authority in his voice.
I look down, but he lifts my chin to look at him. “Meira, how long?”
“My whole life,” I whisper, as if saying it softly will hide the truth. “My wolf has been holding back the sickness.”
“And have you always vomited blood?” His gaze holds mine.
I blink at him, my voice vanishing. “I don’t want to talk about this,” I rasp out. I wriggle to get out from under his hold. Pushing myself to my feet, I collect my torn dress and slip my arms through the sleeves before pulling it tight around my chest since its missing all its buttons. Warm slick rolls down between my legs, and I need to wash.
“Meira.” He grasps my arm and forces me to face him. “If you’re getting sicker, what happens when your human side completely gives out?”
My gaze lowers to my bare feet, and my heart splinters. I lift my head and hold myself strong, putting on a brave face because I’m terrified of dying. “My mama always told me not to be afraid of death. That it comes for all of us.” My face blanches at the memory of losing her, and that maybe I won’t be far behind.
I swallow hard and turn away from him, but he catches my wrist and hauls me back to him. My hands jerk forward out of instinct and plaster against his solid chest.
His expression is furious, and his eyes look glazed over. “Do you know what happens when you die?” he barks, and I tremble in his grasp. “It’s the people left behind like me who end up suffering, who pray for death every day. Fate can’t fucking do that to me again.”
Wait, what?Again?
