I screw up my eyes, wincing against the sting at my entrance as he stretches me wider, locking us together. At my neck, I feel the pressure of his teeth against my skin.
For a moment, I think he won’t do it—that he has changed his mind.
But then his teeth snap through my flesh, and I scream.
The pain is blinding, and for several seconds, I lose the world completely.
When it returns, it is brighter, more vivid, more pungent.
I blink, and another of those waves of pleasure crashes through my body, leaving a heavy weight in its wake—a weight that tugs toward my alpha, my mate. It is the bond, the one the others speak of. It always sounded like more stories of fae magic to me. Yet here it is, deep in my very core, binding and linking me to Hensta until our days end.
Hensta’s teeth remain locked in my neck, his cock buried in my cunt.
“Do you feel it?” I ask him, my hands resting on my stomach.
With a pained groan, he drags his teeth from my neck, licking and lapping at the fresh wound.
“The bond?” he asks. “Yes, Nafia. Now you are mine and I am yours.”
I twist my head around and catch his eye. The sun slinks away below the horizon, its light soft and golden.
He seems more beautiful with his teeth stained with my blood, his lips red too.
Now that he has knotted and claimed me, I will be tipped into my first heat, and my mate into his rut. Our people will have to camp here for some time, waiting for us, fetching us food and drink while we roll together in the grass, loving each other over and over again.
Once that seemed like the worst possible fate, one which would leave me unable to hunt for days, with a baby in my belly and an alpha who would abandon me to my fate.
Now I smile at the very thought. There is nowhere else I would rather be. And maybe, just maybe, Hensta’s seed mixed with mine will create a new life inside my body. Our baby. Our child. The start of our own family.
I am not afraid.
“Our children will be strong and fierce like their father,” I say, as we curl up together on the ground. He purrs for me, and I rest my head against his vibrating chest.
“Like their mother too,” he says.
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