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“Mmm,” she hummed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “Move me,” she whispered.

He wouldn’t love to do anything more; as he grabbed her hips, he slowly entered her. Kissing and licking her skin as he started a slow ride. The water sloshed as he moved, fucking her here, beneath the open sky, would become an addiction he wouldn’t be able to shake. She rolled her hips against his, clearly reaching for that knife edge of pleasure.

Her nails bit into his back as she leaned back and threw her head back, exposing her throat to him. He tightened his hold on her hips and felt the burn in his teeth. He wanted to decorate her body in his claiming bites.

She leaned her head forward and winced as his teeth pierced his throat, and she clenched around him. Letting go of his shoulder, she panted in his ear as she whispered. “Faster.”

He growled, ignoring her command; he would do it slow and keep her on the knife's edge.

“Malcolm, please. I need more,” she moaned.

Capturing her nipple in his mouth, he sucked, distracting her from her needy demands. She lifted her hands to his hair, brushing her fingers along his neck.

“Show me,” he said, drawing back and looking into her eyes. “Show me your face, my light.”

Her eyes were dilated, and her mouth was parted as she breathed harshly. A wrinkle appeared in her brow as she bit her plump bottom lip, only for her fight against letting out pleasured noises to fail, and her mouth opened in a gasp of need when he deepened his thrust.

“Show me what you don’t anyone else,” he roughly commanded—making his thrust long and deliberate.

“Ah, I—” Her body stiffened as her eyes sharply met his. Her mouth widened, and he felt his tendons pop in his neck as he watched the beauty in his arms orgasm. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead into her chest.

“Beautiful.” He panted, before he increased his own pace, gritting his teeth.“Mine.”

He held her close as he came, filling her over and over with long ropes of cum, till he was sure he’d marked her as deep as her womb, his knot pressed against her entrance, but he stopped before pushing it inside as they didn’t have time to wait for it to deflate from inside her. Later, he would claim her deeply again, ensuring he’d marked her heart, soul, and body; there would be no escape for her or him.

And he didn’t want to go anywhere.

Shattered Promises

Eliza

The next day, standing on the grounds where Malcolm would be fighting Beliel, Eliza couldn’t shake her nerves whenever she imagined Malcolm fighting the redhead. She wished she’d just blasted him into oblivion.

A cold shiver ran down her spine every time he looked her way. He looked at her with amusement, clearly aware of her dislike for him. She stood and watched Malcolm speak with Robert at the edge of the ring. She wanted to tell him not to fight, that he didn’t need to, but she’d be wrong.

He was doing this not for himself but for his people.

It would be selfish of her to interfere, and it wasn’t like Malcolm wasn’t aware of how dangerous Beliel was. She’d finally learned what his men had found when they went to Douglas’s land. There was nothing left but dead bodies, and the women and children had seemingly disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Which, in their world, could be more literal than one thought. She didn’t realize she was muttering and glaring at Beliel until Malcolm stepped before her, cutting off her view of him.

“Don’t worry. I won’t lose to him,” he said, trying to soothe her worry.

She frowned. “You didn’t watch Game of Thrones because if you had, you’d know what happened to the guy who acted just like you.”

Malcolm laughed. “Well, this isn’t a T.V. show, and if this were, tell me what comes after the great warrior’s success?”

Eliza side-eyed him. “Are you trying to direct me, Alpha Malcolm?”

Taking her hand, he gently drew her closer. “First, I want to make sure you’re feeling okay?”

Realizing what he was talking about, she flushed. “There was some discomfort, but that was it.” She didn’t want to have this conversation outside, but it would seem like she’d learned early on. Werewolves didn’t do shame. “I feel okay now after some walking.”

“Then—” Eyes turning hot, he leaned down, and Eliza felt her heart rate pick up when he whispered in her ear. “I will require my mate after this.” Thighs tightening, she felt her yearning for his touch explode.

Drawing back, he pressed his lips to hers, nipping her bottom lip playfully.

Then he let her go and went to the circle pit where they’d fight.

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