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“We both need this,” he says. With my hips in his hands, he slowly pushes the burning instrument of destruction ever deeper, in measured thrusts.

“Um—oh, Goddess!”

Circling his fingers around my slippery clit, he makes my poor, abused body so confused.

Tears trickle down my cheeks. I’m surrounded, filled, and opened.

This isn’t just dark; this is pitch-black.

He begins to fuck me, slow and steady, and the terrible burn morphs into a sharp, tingly kind of pleasure.

As he ruts me, he growls in low, guttural sounds of pleasure. Callum growls, too, but his is full of aggression. Inside my ass, my nerves and muscles began to flutter. It’s so sensitive there, making my belly clench, and my pussy gush and squeeze. The sensation of his thick cock sliding in and out as his rough fingers strum my clit sends my mind spiraling.

The climax envelops my whole body in a hot tide, and I shake and spasm uncontrollably as I am sucked into a spiraling vortex of dark, carnal pleasure.

I quiver and lose all command of my body.

He roars as he comes, an animal cry of conquest.

Mine.

I feel a familiar warmth inside my belly that spreads out into my chest. Emotions swamp me: pure, true, and possessive. Instinctively, I know they are Gray’s.

He has claimed me as a mate.

But I am also Callum’s.

And as the two forces slam together inside me, I climax all over again.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Callum

Somehow, and against all probability, I fall asleep. It is not a pleasant sleep for it is steeped in nightmares.

On waking, I lift my chin from where it rests awkwardly against my chest. I’m still chained against the fucking wall but slumped against it now, having slid down to my ass with my arms stretched up above my head. The slight movement brings a surge of pain to my dead arms. The gag must have been removed while I slept, although my lips feel bruised and cracked.

On the other side of the room, Ada lies naked on the bed. Gray has her spread with her ruined pussy on display as he carefully tends to her. A bowl rests on the floor beside the bedding nook. He dips and wrings a cloth before gently pressing it against her pussy.

I could say something, but I find that I do not.

My cock starts throbbing, which is not pleasant when my pants are stiff with dried cum.

He has broken both of us with the events of last eve.

She moans a little, and I hitch an involuntary breath.

He pauses and his head swings around to look at me.

I glare at the bastard. His eyes lower to my splayed legs and the telltale stain on my pants. His lips tug up like he is well pleased with my discomfort and the betrayal of my body.

I am convinced that he uses a shifter trick. Or maybe there is something in his scent or seed that has turned my once sweet wife-to-be into a creature desperate for dick. Before I can think better of it, my lips curl back, and I growl.

Ignoring me, he turns back to Ada, parting her legs a little wider, almost like he is taunting me with what he has done.

My body seesaws between outrage and heated arousal. I like that he has ruined her. He has stuck his cock in her ass, which I have thought about, knowing people do it. Some even prefer it, from what I have heard. I put my fingers in her there once, and all the while, I was thinking about putting my cock there instead. The little passage is very tight. I can only imagine how intensely pleasurable it might be to take a lass there.

If her wild moans were any indication, she was not averse to it, if a little reluctant toward the start.

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