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Each breath is heavy, and I can’t speak, my body barely holding me up. If it weren’t for Wolfe, I’d be on my hands and knees, already collapsed.

Warmth coats my inside as he pumps into me, and I cry out the second orgasm I’m riding, squeezing him, unsure how long it takes to float back down. When I do, he collects me into his arms, raising me off my feet. I’m dripping, I feel it between my thighs, but he only grins at me cradled in his arms.

“I will never let your father take you from us. But now you need to rest.”

With those words, a newfound fear trickles across my chest… a reality that hasn’t surged through me until now. The pure danger that if my father discovers I’m here, wouldn’t he do anything in his power to take me?

Chapter

Twenty-Five

SAGE

Islump down in the chair next to Nyko’s bed as Wolfe exits, leaving us alone. He had a meeting he was running late to. I guess neither of us expected to end up having sex on the balcony, and after he filled me in on everything—the awful mess they’re all in—my head’s spinning.

My father’s a psychopath. Everything I’ve heard about him makes my skin crawl, and deep down, I wonder if he’s aware of my presence here. The thought of him harming others to get to me sickens me.

Fingers twisting in my lap, I’m torn about what to do. The knot in my gut tightens. I stare at Nyko, noticing a slight improvement in his color.

“Please get better soon,” I whisper, dabbing his brow with a towel. “I feel guilty as hell for doing this to you.” And with everything else going on, I can’t live with having injured one of my true mates.

Pulling back to grab the bowl of salve from the bedside table, a grip tightens around my wrist.

I flinch, glancing over at Nyko holding on to me, his eyes half-open, his grasp weaker than his usual firm one.

“Nyko, you’re awake.” I shuffle closer to the bed, smiling, never happier in my life. “Thank the fates. How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?”

“Why does it smell like sex in here?” His voice is groggy as he scans the area, staring at the open door leading into the living room.

Heat lashes my cheeks. Flashes of Wolfe and me on the balcony play heavily on my thoughts, my pulse speeding through my veins at how desperately I craved him.

“Is that the first thing you notice?” I murmur with a half smirk, trying my best to mask my embarrassment.

He’s staring right at me, and he might be sick, but he’s not one to miss anything.

“Who was it? Wolfe or Killian?”

I shift in my seat uncomfortably. “You must be feeling better,” I half joke. “And Wolfe paid you a visit earlier.”

“Better,” he admits, still holding my gaze. “But I think your scent helped wake me.” He grins, then scrunches up his face as though that movement brings him agony.

“I doubt it’s me,” I say. “You’ve been out of it since yesterday. Should I get the doctor?”

I move to get up, but his fingers tighten around my wrist, and that jolt of warmth I’m familiar with from him sweeps through my body. A sensation so overwhelming that a single touch renders me completely distracted by him. It makes sense after discovering that he might actually be my true mate.

“No, don’t go. I want it to be just you and me. When I touch you, the world isn’t so dark.”

“I never knew you were so poetic,” I tease, though his thoughtful words affect me to where I’m swooning on the inside.

As if to prove his point, he pulls me a little closer. “If I weren’t still feeling half-dead, I’d have you all over my face as I’m convinced tasting you will heal me fast.”

I shouldn’t be shocked by him anymore, yet he always has me blushing hard. “How can you just say that?” I murmur.

He chuckles, then winces, his laughter turning into a cough. “It’s the least you can do after almost killing me.” He raises an eyebrow.

The guilt digs into my heart, yet his grip on my arm sends warmth up my arm, a strange comfort when I want to hide from the world. I didn’t grow up with such freedom, not when I had nowhere to hide in the village. Not when I had duties to perform to help my mother.

“I’m joking,” he rasps, his hand weak against my arm. “Don’t you dare hold back on using your power on my account. From what I saw, you’re incredibly powerful, and if you need to drain me to use your power, then I willingly offer myself to you.”

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