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Shaya tried to fight. She tried to find a way to reject the euphoria—telling her this was right, to calm her mind and focus on waking up—but it was too late. At her core, she needed it from him and her body recognized it. She ached for the wild pleasure he gave her, which drove away the greyness and allowed her to succumb the way she should to her Alpha.

But as the devastating climb almost reached its peak, he suddenly pulled out, leaving just his tip resting on her bruised opening. Shaya gasped at the sudden change, and the Alpha dug her hands farther into the bed as he leaned in, his nose pressing against hers as his hard, gorgeous eyes held her captive. “Where are you?”

Shaya could only whimper. The pleasure that dominated her made her tilt her slit up to kiss his sticky tip, seeking the completion of what he started.

“You won’t get it, Shaya,” he said, darkly. “You won’t get what you want until you do as you’re told. I’ve told you once before.”

A whine twisted out of her as her mind tried to fight through the fog of need.

Kardos angled his head to kiss her tantalizing slowly. “I know you are ready to take flight.” His rich, deep voice agitated every nerve of pleasure in her body. “Your pussy becomes so succulent when you’re ready to fly, little bird. The scent of your slick deepens so sweetly; it’s all I want smeared all over me.”

Shaya whimpered again, her pussy clenching at his words, missing the loss of his length inside her.

“And smear me you do.” He chuckled against her lips. “I love when your slick drips from my balls. Or from my beard.”

Shaya writhed under him, trying to shake off the desire clawing her. It was too much. The need for him too overwhelming. Her body tingled on the edge of what she really needed, and she was losing sight of why she was resisting.

The Alpha licked her mouth, from her bottom lip, into her mouth, and flicking off her top lip. Shaya opened her mouth, eager for his tongue, but he didn’t feed it to her like he usually did. “Are your nipples ready for my tongue?” he added, watching her closely.

“Yes,” Shaya gasped. All resistance faded as she jutted out her chest for him.

“Are you ready for my knot?”

She nodded, whining at how long it was taking for him to resume.

“Then tell me where you are.”

“In the Western Lands,” she said breathlessly.

“Where?”

“With Kyus.”

A rumble of satisfaction came from the Alpha a moment before his plunged back into her.

Shaya howled with relief as his violent pummeling caused a resurge of intense pleasure that seized her completely. Her orgasm came upon her immediately, exploding in a glorious fiery sensation that forced her Alpha’s name from her lips. Then his warm, wet mouth closed over her nipple, his tongue teasing its hardness as he continued to bury himself in her mercilessly. She took flight again, and again, her toes curling as she gave herself to the soaring bliss. Strangely, the feeling was present in the bond also, but it only added to her devastation.

Finally, his breath became ragged over the wet, fleshy pounding. Grunting, he slammed his knot into her, securing himself in her womb as he spilled his seed inside. He never let go of her nipple, biting and sucking it hard as he came, his throaty growl thick with satisfaction.

Shaya breathed heavy, her own satisfaction flooding her. She lay limp, no thoughts able to penetrate the lingering sensations, and when he finally lifted from her breast and lay on top of her, she sighed, finally content.

CHAPTER THREE

SHAYA

When she woke the next morning, Shaya was disorientated.

Although she felt well rested and clear minded, something niggled at her mind that she shouldn’t. While she lay trying to figure out what felt odd, the dream with Kardos came flooding back. A sharp fear shot through her for a moment. She had told him where she was! But before the panic could hit her fully, she realized that it had to have been a dream. Her muscles didn’t have that lovely ache they usually did when she’d been with Kardos, and there was no soreness between her legs at all, no hint that she had been beautifully stretched.

She took a deep breath as her heart calmed. It had seemed like a dream at first but then became so lifelike. It made sense that Kardos would be angry and demanding, even in her dreams, but it slightly disturbed her that he had forced information out of her by punishing her for disobedience. His behavior toward her was so ingrained that even her subconscious expected it. A gladness resounded through her that she left. All the dream did was reinforce why she had to go—Kardos would never change who he was. Punishment was the way he moved through life—the way he interacted with others. He wouldn’t and couldn’t change. Hopefully, that dream was the last one she would have.

But even as that thought entered her mind, she couldn’t ignore her own behavior in the dream. She had wanted it. A lot. It had settled her to be dominated by him, and it wasn’t just the domination—it was the way he exerted his will over her. She loved the way he did it. It made her feel oddly safe that he was in control, that he knew what she needed and could give it to her.

She closed her eyes tight, battling with the distinct contrasts tearing at her, and a slight movement on her bed suddenly caught her attention.

She slowly turned to see that she wasn’t alone. Kyus sat next to her on the bed, her back against the headboard, her legs crossed and stretched out in front of her, with her hands in her lap. Her eyes were closed but she wasn’t asleep. She appeared to be in deep contemplation.

Shaya carefully observed her, wondering how long she’d sat here like this, most likely worrying about Shaya. Everything had been a blur since she arrived back in the house; she wouldn’t have known if Kyus was sitting next to her.

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