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“I love you so much, Narah,” Ragnar softly growls. “You will always be mine.”

I feel him slipping out of me, and I miss him terribly, leaving me feeling empty.

“You come so beautifully, and I’m going to lick it all up.”

His words dance in my ear.

I shake harder from the lust claiming me, and his promise only turns me on more. I vibrate against him, the intensity of my climax longer, deeper than any I’ve experienced before.

When I finally settle down and barely catch my breath, I collapse against Ragnar and twist my head toward him. Perspiration runs down the side of my face, which he catches with a finger.

“You didn’t knot,” I say on a rushed exhale.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he whispers, peppering my arm with kisses. “I have to taste you. I’m going to clean you with my tongue first, then I’m going to lick your boobs. I’ve been dreaming about them. When I fuck you after, we might break this bed.”

“Oh.” I grasp his arm that’s wrapped over my chest. “Is that a promise?”

He laughs and leans down, kissing me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. He’s rough tonight, taking what he wants, and I love him like this.

“I’m going to make you come at least two more times before I knot inside you. I hear orgasms are good for pregnant women.”

I laugh. “Did you just make that part up?”

“Perhaps.” He laughs and unfurls his arms from around me, then slides farther down the bed and guides me to roll onto my back. Spreading my legs, he kneels between them.

“You are so beautiful pregnant, Narah. I’m constantly turned on seeing you this way.”

“I think you’re talking too much,” I tease, then nibble on the corner of my lower lip, adoring the way he studies my body. The smile curling his mouth melts my heart, and with the single look that destroys me, he leans between my legs, kissing my inner thighs and making his way deeper.

I know we’re guests in the Ash Wolves’ castle, and I should be quieter, but with Ragnar’s breath already blowing across my drenched core, I don’t care anymore. Losing myself to what he’s offering me, I inhale the thick sex-filled air, every inch of me responsive to every touch.

“I need you,” I murmur, throwing my head back on the pillow, my legs spread wide, about to float back to heaven. I am forever ruined by my four men, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

“I know, little fox,” he answers smugly.

Then his tongue runs the length of my pussy, and I completely lose myself in this man’s mouth.

16

NIKOS

“Are you alright?” Narah asks from across the long table in the Ash Wolves' mess hall, which is quiet and empty today. She stares at me cheekily, her fork piercing a cherry tomato, eyes narrowing on me while a tiny grin teases the edges of her perfect mouth. Someone’s mischievous this morning.

Dark, chestnut hair drawn into a high ponytail, her eyes are as fiery as the blaze roaring at the other end of the room. I slept in and discovered the rest of the team had gone out hunting with the Ash Wolves for fresh game. Turns out, I wasn’t the only one who stumbled in late for breakfast.

“Couldn’t be better,” I answer. “I slept heavily last night once we arrived, enjoyed another hot shower this morning, and now I get to share breakfast alone with my sweet peach.”

“Sweet peach, huh?” She grins at me, looking more adorable than ever. “Where did you sleep last night if I was so sweet? Only Ragnar came to me.”

“It sounded to me like you were more than happy with just Ragnar. Most of the night, in fact,” I tease, remembering being woken up by her screams of pleasure. “But do you want to know the truth?” I say, leaning forward and lowering my voice.

“Sure.” She pops the tomato into her mouth.

“I lay in bed, listening to your delicious cries, beating on myself until I came so hard, I howled out your name.”

A spot of pink taints her gorgeous cheeks. I adore how she reacts to me. It’s a mesmerizing feeling to know I impact her in such a way.

“Well, I guess we both had an incredible night then, though I would have preferred you joined us. I was worried to death about you and Ragnar.”