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ReBOrB sighed. Thankfully, he’d expected that and was prepared. Or last night would have been much worse. But then the Father admitted, “It was short-sighted of me, but I didn’t consider what it would mean if the women chosen by the bands were truly sick.” Evidently, Casey’s wasting disease, the cancer, was truly sick and Cameron’s head injury didn’t qualify.

He frowned. Reb kept his mate’s hand in contact with the mating bands on his arm the entire night. Brode hadn’t discovered that helped until Casey had already gone through most of her healing. Wondering if that made a difference was worth exploration. But it would have to wait for another time. But he’d let his brothers know, as it might be important for someone else’s mate.

Part of him couldn’t believe this was happening. His beautiful mate was lying beside him. She was healthy and craving all that he could give her.

Her cries and demands let Reb know she wanted him. Needed him. Needed more. He grinned and promised, “I’ll give you more!”

It became his mission in life. To find every place on her body that made Cammy shudder and beg. To discover how hard or fast she liked his touch. She was his. Now and forever. Love was there—it just needed feeding. The first step was to get her addicted to his touch. Addicted to the mating bands and his body.

Leaning down, he flicked her nipples with his tongue. After a long moment, he tore his mouth away. The silky smoothness of her flesh mesmerized Reb. He saw a deep blush bloom across her face and breasts. Breasts crowned with dark pink areolas and temptingly puckered nipples. He licked and suckled, taking pleasure in forcing her hips to dance underneath him.

Setting a hand on her thigh, he pulled her leg up, opening her wide enough he could move between her thighs and rub the tip of his cock through her slick folds.

She panted beneath him. Thrashed her head from side to side. Her body strained upward. Her demands delighted Reb.

Suddenly Reb’s mind was flooded with information about their mating. It was as if the knowledge had always been there, but this moment unlocked all the secrets that would ensure their happiness. In order for Cammy to become his true mate, their minds needed to connect. They needed to entwine their souls and hearts together. His life span was much longer than hers and to keep her with him forever, Reb needed to tie her life and health to his.

There was no hesitation. He needed to claim her body and create that bond. Leaning down, he trailed his lips, teeth, and tongue over her skin—exploring the bounty of her flesh. Smoothing his hand down her belly, he wrapped his fingers around his cock, slid the tip over the trim curls at her mound, and dipped into the sweet warmth between her thighs. Each time her breath hitched—his mind reached for hers. Getting closer.

Her mewling cries and seeking hands told him just how badly she wanted him. Flexing his hips, he played the tip of his cock over her clit. Teasing.

“Please, Reb. Oh, God, do it!” she demanded.

With his body over hers, he kept her locked in place. Open to him. Depending on his every touch and stroke. Placing his lips at her ear, he whispered, “Feel me, Cammy. Feel me claim you. See how good we are together. You’re mine now.”

And Reb punctuated his possession with a powerful thrust and buried his thick shaft to the hilt. His pubic bone rubbed her clit, sending shockwaves of unimaginable pleasure jolting through her body. He withdrew, only to plunge repeatedly into her tight sheath. As he moved inside her, the mating bonds aroused her flesh even more.

“Mine!” he growled. Then demanded, “Look at me, Cammy. Tell me you are mine!”

Her gaze snapped to his. Bright blue eyes wide, she gasped for breath... answered his demand, and made one of her own. “Yours. As you are mine.”

Yes… he was hers. Now and forever. Hers.

Cammy’s acceptance of his claim allowed the mating bands to cross the shields in her mind. Her eyes widened, and she groaned at the surge of pleasure. Words were beyond them both. Reb was thrilled, knowing once the connection was forged, it couldn’t be broken. They could only feel this level of closeness during sex. But he would always know when she was in pain, or deeply afraid. He had truly become a part of her.

He felt the shift and shimmer of his bond markings as they reacted to the joining.

The dark bands held that connection, a link from one to the other. Because of that link, he could always find her. In times of stress and pain, he could share her burden. Reb grinned. And he could make her scream and beg. Which made him happier than she would ever imagine.

Moving inside her, the bonds discovered areas only they could touch. One of her bands shifted into his flesh and circled his cock. It created bumps and tiny appendages that would stimulate pleasure points and trigger a stronger release in his mate.

Others rubbed across her nipples and clit, joining his fingers to drive her wild. She would always crave this. The fierce, unmatched pleasure only Reb could give her.

Cammy screamed and exploded around him, but he wasn’t finished.

No, not yet… he’d waited so long for his mate. Hadn’t known he wanted one. How could he dream what it would mean to him? The pleasure, the feeling of being complete. No. Reb wasn’t close to being finished with her.

Chapter Eleven

ReBOrB

Afterward, Reb thought they’d fallen asleep for a few moments. Until Cammy’s stomach rumbled. He smiled over her head. Their bodies were entangled. He both felt and heard his mate’s sigh.

“Now what?” she asked.

His eyebrows rose. He chuckled. “Now I feed you, program your voice and palm print access in the hover computer, and we go bathe in the lake.”

Cammy started wiggling, untangling her legs and arms from his. She pushed against him… and he tumbled off the edge of the bed and onto the floor. She giggled. It was an amazing sound that sped his pulse.

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