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“Not yet, baby. Hold on.” Relic lifted me off him, flipping me onto my belly again, then dragged my ass in the air.

As he hooked me under the hips, holding me up, I whimpered, trying to impale myself on the head of his cock. Desperate to feel him inside me again. He slid back inside me, this time in one smooth thrust, filling me easily.

“Oh gods, yes,” I moaned.

He slid out, and when he thrust inside me again, all the air was knocked from my lungs. I barely managed to drag in a breath before he wastaking me.His growls and snarls filled the room as he claimed me—as the animal, the beast, claimed his mate. Fisting the sheets under my hands, I gasped for breath and shoved back into him, wanting every huge inch inside me. Everything about it was wild and raw and so fucking perfect.

The way Relic wanted me, the way he was claiming me, made me feel loved and wanted and utterly out of control. But for once, I didn’t have to be scared because my mate held me tight, and he’d never let me go.

He growled lower. “That’s it, Tinker Bell; fuck me back, show your hound how you like it deep,” he said in a distorted voice. “You’re gripping me so fucking tight, baby.”

I groaned and lifted my ass higher, pushing back harder, and he roared like the beast he was. I loved it. I wanted him to feel as out of control as I did. I fisted the sheets tighter as I felt my orgasm build inside me. My pussy fluttered wildly, and Relic barked out words in a low, guttural language I didn’t understand.

He grew larger inside me. “Oh, fuck.”

“Only you do that to me,” he said in that otherworldly, resonating voice. “Only you’ll ever know what this feels like.” He gripped the back of my neck and pushed my upper body down to the mattress.

He thrust deep, and when he tried to slide out the next time, I was tugged back with him. We were locked together. My head spun, my body vibrating with pleasure.

Relic’s groan was so guttural that it lifted goose bumps all over me. He lapped at my shoulder, and I shivered when his canines scraped my skin.

“Don’t try and pull away when I bite,” he said, then sank his fangs into me, moaning against my shoulder and rotating his hips.

I cried out as his cock throbbed heavily inside me, pumping me full of hot seed and sending me over the edge. I shuddered and moaned, my pussy fluttering and spasming as I came around him. His canines in my flesh didn’t hurt—no, it tingled, felt warm—and as one orgasm waned, the next built.

He released my shoulder. “That’s it, Fern. Come again for your mate,” he growled like the beast he was.

His rough demand was enough to push me over the edge, and I came again. His roar echoed through the room, the beast letting everyone know that he had claimed his female. That I was his.

While we were still locked together, he gripped my hips and rocked and ground into me, filling me so thoroughly, and all I could do was breathe through it.

“You did so fucking good, Tink,” he said low, gently, rubbing my back and massaging my hip.

His rocking turned to shallow thrusts, and then he was able to slide in and out of me again. He leaned over me and lapped at the bite he’d given me several times, and the rasp of his tongue made me shiver.

Finally, he slid out, and his arms came around me so he could carefully position me where he wanted me on the bed. I couldn’t have moved even if I wanted to. I was warm and weak-limbed and, gods, dazed. Relic climbed in behind me, wrapping himself around me so I was fully cocooned by his heat and scent and comfort.

“My mate,” he said in a voice full of reverence, and my eyes stung. He nuzzled his mark on my shoulder and lapped at it again. “Mine.”

ChapterTwenty-Eight

RELIC

I slidmy hand up and down Fern’s back, still catching my breath, while my little female lapped at the bite she’d given me while she’d ridden my cock. She lifted her head, looking down at me, her pretty peridot eyes heavy-lidded and soft with satisfaction.

My blood stained her lower lip, and I loved that so much that my heart fucking clenched when I reached up and wiped away the little bit that had trailed down her chin.

Her cheeks darkened, and she smiled in a shy, sexy-as-fuck way that had me curling my fingers around the back of her head and pulling her down for a kiss.

Feeding her somehow satisfied the beast even more than fucking her. Knowing I could sustain her in that way—knowing that no matter what, she would never go hungry, that she would always be full—provided me with the kind of peace and fulfillment I hadn’t known was possible.

“Have you had enough?” I said against her perfect lips.

“I have,” she said back. “Thank you.”

“Told you, Tink, you don’t ever thank your male for feeding you.” I nuzzled her jaw. “I also fucking love it.”

She was warm and soft, relaxed in a way that I knew she had never been before, and I fucking loved that as well.

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