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If he finds out why I’m really here, I don’t want to think about what he’ll do. He’s a fierce alpha warlord, and I’m not sure even the ISA could save me if he felt his young could be threatened.

Shivering, I clean up as best I can and try to focus. I might have made it through the first night, but my heat’s not over yet. There will still be more to come...

In more ways than one.

My mind wanders; I wonder how Vi must be doing. Unlike me, she was looking forward to the sex fest that the heat would bring. I can only hope that her assigned mate treats her half as well as mine has.

Speaking of which...

“There you are.” Ulfar’s voice comes from the doorway and I turn around to see him standing there with a blanket in his arms. “I was afraid you had gotten cold feet and run off.”

My heart pounds once, fearfully. There’s no way he could know yet. I have to keep my cool. So I school away my panic and give him the most genuine smile I can. It’s not hard when he’s looking at me like I’m the most precious treasure in the world.

I could get used to that. Too bad I won’t be able to.

“You were shivering in your sleep,” he says simply, holding out the blanket. “So I went to fetch this for you. Are you coming back to bed?”

My clit throbs at his words, all the barely suppressed instincts rising to the surface all over again. I feel my face getting hot, and even though my mind is firing off alarm bells, his presence is too strong to ignore.

I don’t just want him. I need him. Need to rub against his legs, wrap my limbs around his body. I want to be entangled with him, intertwined so deep there’s no telling where he ends and I begin. I want to purr and nuzzle and fall asleep in his arms.

And I want his cock filling me up again and again, to feel that orgasmic bliss as he effortlessly sends me over the edge...

Yeah. There’s no doubt about it. I’m down bad.

“Come here,” he says again, extending a hand. “You expended a lot of energy back there. You need your rest.”

I take his hand and follow him back to the bedroom, trying to keep the whine from my voice. The last thing I want to do right now is rest. I want him in me, on me, all over me until I can’t think straight anymore. I want his cum, his pleasure, his shouts of ecstasy.

I still have enough presence of mind to be ashamed of my body’s response, but it doesn’t quell the aching need that only builds the longer I’m next to him. He gets me laid down and covered with the blanket, then climbs into bed next to me and places a protective arm over my torso.

His weight and warmth holding me have a calming effect, stilling some of my racing thoughts but encouraging other, even darker fantasies. I’m this close to whimpering and rubbing my ass against his crotch in search of relief when he speaks again.

“You must be hungry. You’ll need to eat to keep your strength up. And to give your baby all the nourishment it needs to grow.”

There’s that word again. Baby. The one I’m going to be essentially kidnapping away from him.

I laugh it off, hoping he won’t notice the tremor in my voice. “But I’m not even pregnant yet.”

A low chuckle. “Is that a challenge?”

I know I’m not supposed to be getting attached, but when he says things like that? All bets are off.

“Maybe I want it to be,” I murmur, unable to hold off the lust clouding my thoughts any longer.

“Then I’ll make you a deal,” he purrs in my ear. The warm timbre of his voice sends shivers down my spine, and I involuntarily buck against him, my ass brushing against his already hardening cock. “First we eat, then we fuck. Deal?”

Well, when he puts it like that...

“Deal.”

* * *

“How didyou know this was my favorite?” I open wide as he spoons another mouthful of the strawberry tart into my mouth. It’s sweet and tart and perfectly flaky, melting in my mouth with each bite. I admit I had my reservations about what food would be like here on Aesirheim, but it turns out those fears were unfounded. With their replicator technology, turns out they can ‘order in’ all my favorite foods from Earth. And not just any foods—only the freshest, highest-quality meals that make me feel like I’m dining at a five-star restaurant every time.

“Just a hunch,” Ulfar says with a smile. “I’m glad I was right.”

“It’s so good,” I croon, taking a sip of the milk tea next to me. I feel like a princess; Ulfar is only too happy to treat me to every little thing my heart desires.

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