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“Can’t…can’t stop.” Her eyes watered and those waters ran down her cheeks.

He could barely think straight. His seed sack was still swollen and heavy, drawing almost all his mental power. Another pod was already forming, and he tried desperately to hold it back again. But his body had its own agenda, driven by heat and need and something deeper he didn’t want to examine too closely.

The next burst had her sobbing his name, her body shaking so hard he had to tighten his grip to keep her from thrashing.

She was going to…she would despise him after this.

“Too much…” she whimpered, even as her hips moved against his, seeking more. The contradictions in her responses worried him, but he couldn’t stop now if his life depended on it.

His seed sack pulsed again, and panic gripped him. “Qeffing qrak.” Just how many seed pods had he created for her? She was already overwhelmed—how much more could her human body take?

He had to stop this.

But before he could try to pull out, another pod was moving up his shaft. Kon-stahns felt it coming—he could tell by the way her eyes widened just before rolling back again. When it burst inside her, she went completely rigid, a broken cry tearing from her throat.

“Look at me,” he commanded, needing to see she was still with him. But her eyes were unfocused, glazed with pleasure as aftershocks continued to wrack her body. Each pulse of his seed triggered fresh tremors, like waves crashing endlessly against shore.

He could feel more pods forming, his body far from done. But watching her come apart like this—beautiful and terrifying all at once—made him question everything he thought he knew about mating. He…didn’t want this female to hurt.

This wasn’t just about sating his need anymore. Something was happening to him, something that both thrilled and terrified him.

Another pod began its journey, and he growled in frustration.

“Hold on to me,” he managed to grunt out as he felt it travel up his shaft. He wrapped his arms around her. Gripped her to him. Encased her in his warmth. “I’ve got you, bright eyes. Just hold on.”

When the next pod burst, her entire body convulsed. Her cries had grown hoarse, reduced to desperate whimpers as pleasure continued to overwhelm her system. He could feel her life organ racing against his chest, her skin burning hot where they touched.

One final pod made its way up his shaft—the last, he could tell from how his seed sack was finally beginning to soften. When it burst inside her, Kon-stahns went completely limp in his arms, only small tremors betraying that she was still conscious.

“Breathe,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers as their bodies slowly calmed. She was still shaking, little aftershocks making her clench around him periodically. His shaft remained hard inside her, but no more pods would come. Thank the gods.

Qrak. He’d really made a mess of this mission.

“That was…” Kon-stahns tried to speak, but trailed off instead. Her eyes finally focused on his, and what he saw there made his chest tight. Trust, wonder, and something deeper. Something that must be the heat still messing with his head.

“Rest now,” he rumbled, gathering her closer.

They shouldn’t have done this. It had changed everything. He could feel it. But those were thoughts for later.

For now, he just held her as her breathing slowly steadied, her body occasionally shuddering with residual pleasure as his seed continued to pulse within her. The mating hormones would take time to work through her system, but the worst—or best—was over.

Pressing her head against him, he kept her there. Maybe because he couldn’t bear meeting her gaze now. Didn’t want to see the eventual blame and disgust that would rise in her eyes.

So he held her there, silently giving her his warmth, as she drifted into an exhausted sleep against him. A breath shuddered in his chest.

Even now, when she was unconscious, he didn’t want to let her go.

Qrak him.

He was in trouble and there was nothing he could do about it.

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Constance

Consciousness returned slowly,as if her mind had been scattered, all semblance of self displaced in the moments before she fell asleep. The first thing she noticed was the warmth—she was enveloped in it, cocooned against the chill of the room. The second was the steady thrum of a heartbeat against her ear.

Akur. He was holding her.

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