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I’m not sure my pussy has ever been stretched the way it does as he swells, jolting inside me.

There’s too much happening all at once.

My brain registers the pain of his teeth buried deep in my flesh, but my system is still overloaded with euphoria.

I shimmy my hips, working to grind over his pulsing length. Easton continues lapping at my skin.

The bond finally registers in my mind, and I gasp, clutching the back of his head.

Holy fucking shit.

First of all, he really did it.

Secondly, I thought bonds could be rejected.

In fact, I know they can, but I guess I accepted—or my soul did it for me.

My chest radiates with warmth and Easton’s satisfaction. He collapses on top of me, and since I don’t need to tease my clit anymore, I pull my arm free.

Easton finally retracts his teeth, licking the bite to seal it as both of our chests heave. He wraps his hand over the top of my head and pulls my sweaty hair back from my face.

I’m still in shock.

He really wasn’t fucking around.

We’re bonded.

My chest sizzles as he kisses my cheek, and I’m pretty sure that feeling is him sending something through the bond. He begins to rock into me, forcing his pelvis against my swollen clit.

I tremble under him, still not sure which way is up, but a lazy smile crosses my face.

Severed bonds are agony.

There’s no way he would have bitten me if he wasn’t serious about wanting to build a future together…and he gave meweapons as a courting gift. A giddy excitement flutters in my stomach.

“Being able to feel what you’re feeling is un-fucking real,” Easton growls, nipping at my lips. “Now hold on tight, love. I’m going to need to drill my cum into that bruised little cervix of yours another few dozen times while I practice breeding you.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Calder

The stench of sex is everywhere when we walk into the house.

Keir curses under his breath, dropping the bags he’s carrying on the table. “I’ll bring the rest of the shit in. Then I’m going for a walk.”

“What should I do?” I put the takeout bags down on the stove. The entire house is freezing since it doesn’t have heat. There’s not even a fireplace for snuggling in front of. There’s a small space heater in the bedroom, and we purchased another for the living room, but the upstairs rooms are basically unusable due to the frigid temperatures.

“Fuck if I know,” Keir mutters. “But if I go in there, I’m going to start shit with Easton. So, as I said, I’m going for a motherfucking walk.”

“Maybe she had another wave or something?” I call out toward his back.

He raises a hand, giving a wave of acknowledgment, and he grumbles, “Exactly as he planned when he sent us to the store.”

Well, that’s not impossible to imagine.

Snagging the space heater off the table, I head into the living room and plug it in. The sounds of Keir putting down anotherload of stuff fill the air. I make my way back into the kitchen and shove the takeout into the oven to hopefully help it stay warm.

It takes everything in me to pump myself up to check on Briar. She’s not the problem. Easton can be erratic, and I have no doubt he’ll make me suffer if I piss him off.

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