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And then I hear it.

“I love you.”

I stare down at her as she lies on my chest, her eyes closed as she lies there, simply feeling.

“Did you say something? I ask, pushing her hair away from her face.

“No,” she mumbles.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” I say, kissing her forehead.

“How did you...”

“I can hear your thoughts. It must be part of the mating bond.”

Silence envelops us, both of us content to sit here together. This is the start of our new lives together.

The first mated pair in over a thousand years.

Epilogue

Liam

Six Months Later

I dream of my mate, my Seline. I dream of fucking her in every way imaginable. But when I wake nothing compares to the real-life vision in front of me. Seline rocks forward, her milk-laden tits swinging in my face.

“Dear God, woman,” I moan. “Can’t you wait until I’m awake before you jump on me?”

“Your dick was awake,” she sasses tangling her hands in her hair as her hips undulate. “You can go back to sleep if you want. I can do this on my own.”

“Is that so?” I joke. “Why don’t you show me?”

One of her hands releases her hair to skim down her body, tweaking her nipple before settling between her thighs where she rubs her clit. I feel her walls grip my cock and I know she won’t last much longer.

Her enlarged breasts leak milk from their turgid tips, dripping onto her heavily pregnant bump beneath. I wanted to let her have some fun, but I can’t hold myself back. Thrusting into her from beneath I mess up her rhythm before flipping us over.

The moment I have her beneath me I suck on one of her nipples, hard, drawing wanton moans from her lips as her milk fills my mouth. My cock pulses with the need to fill her.

“Please, Liam,” my writhing mate begs. “Please fuck me. I want to feel your knot locked inside me. I need it.”

I comply without hesitation, spearing her with my length over and over again. The sounds that escape her push me higher and higher, forcing me to give her more. Her breasts bounce from my thrusts, droplets of her delicious breast milk spilling everywhere.

“Yes!” I roar, throwing my head back as her orgasm hits dragging me into one of my own.

My knot locks us in place sending small aftershocks through both of us as I lap at her spilt milk, making sure I don’t miss a single drop, until my knot deflates and releases her. Seline slips from beneath me before heading to the bathroom.

“Did you just use me for sex?” I call out to her. “I feel used.”

Her laughter carries all the way to me. “I know you’re not complaining about getting some first thing in the morning.”

“Woman, I’m complaining because you left our bed. Why don’t you come back here?”

“Because,” she says as she exits the bathroom fully dressed. “I have a meeting.”

“Oh?”

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