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Suddenly, the door bursts open, and Dimitri strides in, his presence commanding and powerful. His bear instincts are close to the surface, evident in the primal gleam in his eyes. I can feel the tension crackling in the air as he takes in the scene before him.

“Klaus, she’s going into heat... She shouldn’t be,” Dimitri’s voice cuts through the haze of passion, his words tinged with concern. Through the bond, I sense the urgency in his tone, and my heart clenches with unease.

As the gravity of the situation sinks in, Alaric makes the swift decision to remove the children and our companions, Nicodeamus and Helle, from the escalating tension. The weight of his decision hangs heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the once-ignited passion between Klaus and me.

As Klaus withdraws abruptly, a warm sensation spreads across my back, evidence of his release. His semen trickles down my skin, leaving a sticky residue in its wake. I feel his grip on my arms loosen, and then his lips meet mine in a tender kiss. Confusion clouds my thoughts as I gaze at him, my brow furrowed in perplexity. “The guys and I decided that Dimitrishould have his chance at being a dad first.” Klaus smiles and grabs his clothing, and leaves.

“Let's get you cleaned up, my love.” Dimitri moves to my side and assists me in standing up. “If I am to fill you with my cub,” he swallows deeply, “we do it the right way, not like savages. I am more than just my animal.” As Dimitri helps me to my feet, his touch is gentle yet firm, grounding me in the present moment. I feel the warmth of his hand against mine, a comforting sensation that soothes my nerves. The weight of his words hangs heavy in the air, each syllable carrying a depth of emotion that reverberates within me.

His voice, deep and resonant, fills the space around us, sending shivers down my spine. I can hear the sincerity in his tone, the raw vulnerability beneath his words. It’s as if each breath he takes is infused with passion and longing, a silent plea for understanding.

As he leans in to kiss my lips, I am enveloped in a whirlwind of sensations. His touch ignites a spark within me, setting my skin ablaze with desire. The taste of his lips is intoxicating, a heady blend of sweetness and longing that leaves me breathless.

CHAPTER 122

Dimitri

Klaus was soclose to having what I desired most, so bloody close. Why in the Goddess’s name did I agree to leave? I know why my sense of duty is too strong, and I had to set the clean-up crew to work.

Klaus is right. I can sense the change in Aurora almost immediately as I come through the door. Being the gentleman that he is, Klaus bows out and takes his leave. As a group, we decided that I would be the next to father the children. I am beyond blessed to have such wonderful bond mates that are so understanding. I have had the longest time with Aurora and have been in love with her, though I thought it was inappropriate at the time, for what feels like forever.

As I watch Aurora, her eyes flicker with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. They oscillate between the pale-grey hues of her human form and the primal gleam of her beast. It’s a mesmerizing sight, one that fills me with a mix of awe and apprehension.

With each passing moment, the air grows thick with anticipation, charged with the primal energy of the hunt. Aurora moves with a predatory grace, her movements fluid anddeliberate. The low rumble of her growl reverberates through the air, sending a chill down my spine.

As she draws closer, I can see the hunger in her eyes, the primal urge driving her forward. Her mouth hangs open, revealing the sharp gleam of her descended canines. The scent of her arousal hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the earthy musk of the forest.

“Dimitri, my love... I need you,” she breathes, her voice husky with desire. The sound of her words sends a jolt of electricity through my veins, igniting a fire within me that burns with a fierce intensity.

Before I can react, Aurora pounces, her body crashing into mine with an unstoppable force. I am overwhelmed by the sheer power of her presence, powerless to resist her advances.

As she presses closer, her scent envelops me, filling my senses with an intoxicating mix of desire and need. My bear stirs within me, responding to her primal call with a deep and primal rumble of its own.

In that moment, there is no escape, no hesitation. There is only the raw, untamed passion that binds us together, fueling the flames of desire that burn between us.

As Aurora’s fierce assault on my clothing ensues, I’m engulfed by a whirlwind of sensations. The fabric tears and shreds beneath her relentless onslaught, leaving me exposed and vulnerable to her predatory gaze. The sound of ripping fabric echoes in the air, a stark contrast to the otherwise quiet surroundings of the bedroom.

With each shred of fabric torn away, the cool air brushes against my skin, sending shivers coursing down my spine. The sensation is jarring, a stark reminder of the perilous situation unfolding before me.

Aurora’s eyes, ablaze with a half-crazed hunger, pierce through the darkness, sending a chill down my spine. There’san intensity to her gaze that sets my nerves on edge, a primal instinct that warns of the danger lurking within.

Before I can react, I’m forcefully pushed onto my back, the hard ground unforgiving beneath me. Aurora’s presence looms over me, her gaze sweeping over my exposed form with a mixture of hunger and appreciation. It’s a disconcerting sight, one that leaves me torn between fear and anticipation.

As her head lowers, a surge of adrenaline floods my senses, heightening my awareness to every touch and movement. Her lips graze against my skin, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins. I can feel the dangerous proximity of her sharp teeth, a stark reminder of the primal instincts that drive her.

That long, pink muscle slips between her crimson lips to lap at my length from root to tip. I feel my own fingertips shift to my claws and dig into the rug beneath me. Maybe I’ve died and gone to heaven, if there is one. She keeps licking me like I’m a lollipop or her favorite ice cream cone, making sure not to miss a single inch. Sweat beads on my brow as the tension begins to coil in my lower stomach. She’s getting me so fucking close I can feel my balls drawing up tight with every lick. And then she does it, she grabs my balls tightly but not painfully, and gives me one final lick from root to tip and I blow my load. I feel like a randy teenage boar just getting my first taste of a girl. It’s almost embarrassing how easily I shot off.

I then look down and watch my beautiful, fierce mate licking up every single drop of my seed. She reminds me of a little kitten chasing after rivets of milk that’s spilled on the floor. The throaty rumble coming from her tells me she’s enjoying it immensely. Once she’s finished, she crawls up my body and then puts her teeth to my throat. For some fucked up reason, she thinks I’m going to just lay here and submit. Never fucking happening. I grip her body tightly and flip us over so she’s pinned on the floor.I take her hands and hold them high above her head, using my free hand to hold her hips down. Oh yes, this is going to happen, and it’s going to happen my way. I line myself up with her dripping wet sex and thrust forward without any warning.

She does that roar-howl of hers that absolutely makes my fur stand on end. I can feel and see the scales rippling up and down her arms as she struggles, trying to gain some semblance of control. Never going to happen. I set my rhythm, hitting against her back wall hard, feeling every inch of her muscles quiver with each thrust. She’s getting close, and that’s all I can ask for. It’s common knowledge amongst us shifters. If you can get the female to orgasm in heat, your ninety percent guaranteed that your seed will take.

Without delay, I drop my head quickly and suck one of her nipples into my mouth, lightly my teeth grip the engorged bud, and start flicking my tongue over it. Her body starts to writhe almost uncontrollably under me. I go in for the kill and pick up speed, pistoning in and out of her hard and fast. It’s just when I’m getting ready to cum, I move to the other breast, and her muscles clamp down on me crushing my shaft. She starts to milk me for all I’m worth, her body begging for my seed to fill her womb. Who am I to deny her? Several pumps later, my orgasm overtakes me, and I feel my seed shooting out and into her womb: every pulse, every quiver from her dragging out my orgasm.

Slowly, we come down from our blissful high and I lick at her throat gently. For good measure, I bite her over my original mating mark, shooting her over the edge again. This is going to be a very long day for me. I will not leave her side until I’m sure my seed has taken root and my child grows within her. I know at some point later this afternoon I’m going to have to tap out, there’s only so much a man can take. But I want to give myself the absolute best chance of being the one to father the childrenthis time, so I will keep going. I will push myself to the edge of exhaustion and then some. As long as my mate is safe and sated, I’m a happy man.

We spend the better half of the morning falling in and out of bed, barely taking breaks to use the restroom. By lunchtime, Klaus bravely arrives with a tray of food in hand, hoping to not interrupt anything. Aurora is finally out cold, sleeping in the middle of the absolutely destroyed bed. I’m barely sitting up at this point. I’m so tired, but damn, do I feel good.

“Damn, bro, you okay?” Klaus questions with his head tilts to the side watching me.

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