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The head of my cock pressed against her pussy as if he, too, had been waiting to be reunited.

“I’ll try to be gentle, my Becca,” I told her, but she moaned low in her throat, shaking her head.

“Now,” she gasped, rocking against my cock until my eyes crossed. “Hard.”

I groaned, pushing inside of her, and her tight pussy squeezed me, strangling every inch of me that went inside. My moan was low and loud as I pressed deeper, losing my vision for a full minute as I rocked my hips, fucking my way into her.

“Gods, my mate,” I growled, “you’ll take my seed from me before I’m ready.”

I wanted to hear her satisfied laugh for the rest of my life. “Come in me,” she purred, swiping her tongue across the shell of my ear, making me realize that any part of my body was erogenous under my female’s skillful tongue. “I want you.”

Struggling to regain some composure, I pulled out a few inches before the sweet, siren call of her pussy had me shoving backinside. We both groaned as I pushed her up a few inches on the bed.

“Fuck,” she cried out, scrabbling at my back with her nails. “Please, please,” she mewled and with one final thrust I bottomed out inside her. The whine that left her in that moment as her toes curled on my calves was something I wanted to hear every night for the rest of my life.

One more solid thrust, our bodies moving in synchronicity—made for each other—was all it took, before Becca screamed, her head slamming back into the pillow. Her hands released me, slapping the blankets on either side of her with such force it startled me.

But the call of her sweet, clenching pussy was too much. She was begging me for my seed and I was determined—and more than willing—to give it to her. Buried inside her, I tucked my face against her neck, aligning my bite to the fading mark on her skin before I bared my fangs.

Biting down, the satisfaction of our bond swirled through me and slammed into the back of my head along with the massaging clench of her cunt.

I came, roaring against her skin, fucking her into the bed until it slammed into the wall with loud, jarring noises. Heavy, long spurts of cum emptied inside her and filled her to the brim, filling her up until she was dripping onto the blankets under us. Her cries intensified as she came again, tensing up one last time before she was a limp puddle of limbs under me, her legs falling from around me until she was a sprawled mess of cum.

I lapped at my bite, stirring my cock inside her and she whimpered, her fingers clenching against my sides. It wasn’t long before her breathing changed, and my female was passed out under me.

I took my time, pulling away from her and separating our bodies in increments to ensure that she didn’t wake up. I grinneddown at the mess I’d made of her pussy. I used my fingers, pushing more of my cum inside her. She squirmed, and I was too worried about waking her to keep it up. I moved to the bathroom, cleaning my cock up before making my way over to my female with a moistened towelette.

I settled between her legs, unable to keep the grin off of my face as I cleaned her with gentle swipes of the cloth. She gave a happy sigh, keeping her legs spread for me. I tucked some more of my cum inside her and threw up a hopeful prayer that my seed would take and she would be pregnant with my youngling soon.

I ran my tusks over her soft skin and laid her legs down before lying next to her. She snuggled against me, nuzzling into the skin of my chest and I curled my body around her. The realization that I wasactuallyback with my female was finally settling into me. I sent up another prayer—this one filled with gratitude.

Chapter Forty

Becca

I jolted upright, startling awake, panic racing through me and sorrow aching in my chest. My breath was ragged as a big palm ran down my back.

“What’s wrong?” Rok asked in a rough voice and I turned to see him, my palms going to his chest, as I grounded myself.

“You’re here,” I whispered, tears leaking down my cheeks as relief washed through me. His eyes went soft and sweet, and he nodded, tucking me against him, holding me close.

“I’m here, my Becca. I’ll always be with you. Even if I’m forced to leave you, I’ll find my way back,” he told me, his voice low and filled with remembered pain.

“I know,” I told him, soothed by his presence as the memories of the nightmare—where he’d disappeared into that portal—faded to the back of my mind. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he murmured, pressing kisses to the top of my head.

The crash of something falling had both our heads swinging up and turning to the door.

“Shit,” he sighed. “I forgot that those three would be upalready. It takes time to get used to the shift in time here.”

“It’s a miracle they didn’t wake us up already,” I laughed, and he released a low growl.

“They know better than waking a male who’s been reunited with his mate,” he told me and I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before scrambling to stand.

“I’ll go help them get breakfast together,” I said, and he shook his head, tugging me back into the bed. I fell with a laugh, cupping his cheek and admiring his precious, handsome face.

“I’ll help them,” he murmured with a heavy sigh. “But first, I want to give you something.” I frowned as he leaned down, rooting around in his satchel that we’d tossed at the side of the bed in the haste I’d been in to examine all his injuries. He lifted something in his hands and I blinked down at the heavy gold earrings that he showed me.

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