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Fear ripped through me, and I reached for Gemma. “I don’t want to be losing my mind. I also don’t want to read people’s minds. People are fucked up.”

She nodded and gripped my hand tight. “People are fucked up. I wouldn’t want to read their minds either.” She snagged the doctor’s gaze. “I’m coming with her.”

“You can come as far as the CT, but then you’ll have to wait outside.”

“Fine. But if you put her in a straitjacket or padded room without telling me first, I will unleash all the ginger rage on you.”

Dr. Dimples, the orderly, and I all snorted.

I kissed the back of Gemma’s hand. “What would I do without you?”

“Don’t even talk like that. You just got a little bonk and zap. You’re going to be fine.”

But I could see in her eyes, and hear in her thoughts, that she was only saying those things to reassure me and keep me calm. She didn’t believe I was fine.

And neither did I.

But something told me this was just the beginning of a whole world of fresh problems I was in no way prepared to deal with.

CHAPTER TWO

Prince Zandren Thorne

I bared my teeth and reached for her long dark braid as I continued to pump, the need to come and spill my seed inside her growing hot and frothy in my balls.

“Oh, Zandren,” she bleated like a lamb. “Harder.”

Seriously? Any harder and I’d put her head right through the fucking wall.

“You’re so big.”

I smirked and tightened my hold on her braid, giving it to her harder. But not as hard as I could.

I was big, but this chick was just saying what she thought I wanted to hear.

I could have a cub’s thumb for a cock and I wouldn’t care.

“Oh god, I’m so close.”

“That’s right, baby,” I growled, my other hand on her hipbone as I plowed into her from behind.

I wasn’t quite sure where I was. I had followed my nose ten miles, my belly rumbling as the scent of smoked meat pulled me closer, until I stumbled into the rundown tavern.

The bartender, who I was currently balls deep inside, batted her lashes at me and gave me a drink on the house. Then I cleared out a few ruffians who were trying to make her trashy place even trashier. She thanked me for my service with a steak sandwich and her tight cunt.

My balls cinched up tight against my taint as the heat in my belly intensified.

“Yes,” she cried. “Oh god.”

I bared my teeth again, preparing to unleash my release.

The bed strings creaked and groaned beneath my weight. The mattress was cheap and sagged in the middle, and there were some stains and shoddy putty patches on the wall. But I didn’t give a shit. I didn’t know this chick’s story. And I didn’t care to.

This was rutting.

Plain and simple

She wanted cock. And I had a cock to give. A simple, straightforward transaction between two consenting adults.

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