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larger.”

Alana’s cunt was stretched tightly around Terric’s now-massive cock. He closed his eyes and

moved his hips, eliciting low moans from the half-Immortal. “I am in her womb,” Terric said with a

smile. He leaned down and spoke in low tones to Alana. She shook her head, tears flying off her face.

“If you do not do as I say, I will destroy your body and begin again after you have healed,” Terric

growled in a low tone. “I do not mind beginning again, but you will not please your Master.”

Alana squeezed her eyes shut and after a long moment, nodded her head. She arched her back and

let out a long scream as Terric pulled out and rammed back into her, roaring as he came inside her.

Alana closed her eyes and went limp. Terric pulled out with a grin, his enormous cock bloody. He

put his hand on her stomach. “It should not take long.” He looked at Damian. “I enjoyed that. It is too

bad I cannot do it a second time.”

“Once I have Sabrina back by my side, I’ll let you do whatever you want to her.” Damian smiled.

“If I get her sooner than later, perhaps you will have a chance to do this a second time. After all, two

sacrifices would be more powerful.”

13

CHASE STARED INTO THE MIRROR AS HE TIED HIS BOW TIE AND THEN RAN HIS FINGERS THROUGH HIS

hair. He swept his hands down the front of his tuxedo jacket and smiled, remembering doing the same

thing the night he met Sabrina.

He ran his fingers over the scar on his face. He hadn’t had that when he met Sabrina. So much had

changed since then, both good and bad. Tonight would mark another significant change.

If Ethan were here, he’d go downstairs and get a pep talk to calm his nerves. Then again, if Ethan

were at the condo, he wouldn’t need a pep talk because Sabrina wouldn’t be in Boston.

Soon, both of them would be living with him and it would feel more like home. Ever since Ethan

left, it had been too quiet. Chase appreciated the quiet, but his friend’s presence made it not so lonely.

A soft knock sounded at his bedroom door. “Mr. Ralston? The car is here.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Porter.”

Chase picked up the small white velvet box from the top of his dresser and shoved it into his

pocket. He hurried through the living room and accepted the overcoat Mrs. Porter held out to him.

“You ready for all this?” he asked as he shrugged into the coat.

Mrs. Porter nodded. “If it means seeing you smile every day, I’ll gladly handle whatever comes

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