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“You look beautiful beneath me, butlak’osh,my cock can only take so much of your beauty before the beast inside of me hungers for more,” he murmured against my shoulder blade, biting me. “Look at how well you take me,lak’osh.Your womb is hungry for it and I’m going to feed it.”

I had never had anyone speak to me in such a crass way that my mouth dropped open. X’nath slipped his thumb inside and laughed as he thrusted brutally against my ass, slamming his cock into my pussy with no mercy.

In this position, I found my pleasure intoxicating, my body’s reaction racing toward another climax—something I didn’t think was possible.

“X’nath!”

“I want to always worship you like,lak’osh.You’re going to have to stop being selfish, keeping away from me when this iswhere you belong,” he growled right before he reached his hand around and played with my clit.

Stars exploded before my eyes and I moaned against his furs. My pussy spasmed around his girth and he snarled, gripping my hips with both hands and finding his own release with the next few, hard thrusts.

We both collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. A weird sense of shame rose within me and my fight or flight instincts kicked in. I squirmed to detach us only to have X’nath wrap his arm around me, locking us in place. “Not so fast,lak’osh.This is far from over,” he whispered seductively, rocking his hips once more.

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Chapter: Chasing the Unreachable

X’NATH

It had been days since she barged her way into my home and we shared something neither of us had expected—though both of us knew was inevitable. And now, she was running from me.

I could feel it in every hesitant glance, every inch of distance she put between us. Gracie, the one who had put down her walls while I was inside of her, worshiping her the way she deserved, had become something else—a new challenge I planned to conquer and permanently bring home as my prize.

It was a matter of time. Our initial push and pull was unsure, new territory for both of us. But the last move was hers. She came to me and brought herself into a predator’s den, pretending she was unaware of the situation she put herself in. I knew she secretly wanted it. She wanted me to prove to her if my desires were true.

And I did. We both did, for the rest of the night. I never let her up for air, making sure her waking hours would be haunted by my touches, by the way I made her scream in pleasure.

She had let me in, even if only for a moment. The real Gracie was something much more precious than I could have imagined. I was honored to have been chosen, to hold such a treasure within my grasp. Now, it seemed she was retreating, pulling back into the shell she'd built for herself.

She wasn’t going to get away this time. Not when I was this close to breaking through.

This was a game, and it was one I planned to win. She had let me close once, I could easily make her do it again. The thrill of the chase, the tension in the air between us—it sparked something in me. Her resistance was almost as intoxicating as her acceptance.

I watched her quietly tend to my wound every day, her hands delicate as she wrapped the bandage, the softness in her touch a stark contrast to the fire in her eyes that night. Her eyes would flicker to mine, and then she would turn away, as if afraid of what she saw there. There was nothing to fear from me—not anymore.

My wound was healing well, but it wasn’t just my body that needed mending. I could feel the tension between us now more than ever—thick and suffocating. I knew she was scared, that she had closed herself off from me because of the intensity in which we came together. But she couldn’t deny it forever.

The other men noticed, of course. They always did. They were amused, teasing, their banter growing louder with each passing day. I could hear their laughter as I made my way through the village, following the faint scent of her presence like a beast on the hunt. They knew what was happening. They’d seen the change in her, and they witnessed me prowling after her now. My blood burned with frustration and desire.

“X’nath, chasing shadows again?” Murag called from his place near the forge, his voice carrying across the village. “Betterbe careful, she’s a slippery one. You might just find yourself on your back again.”

I shot him a glare, but his grin never faltered. Damn him, and damn all of them. They had no idea what it was like to want someone so badly, only to have them retreat further with every step you take forward.

I followed Gracie’s trail, passing by the familiar places where she used to linger—near the training grounds, by the communal fire pit. She wasn’t here today. No, today she had chosen to hide, teasing me to find her.

My feet carried me to her home. The door was slightly ajar, just enough for me to slip through without making a sound. I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the dimly lit room. She wasn’t there.

I let out a low growl of frustration, the familiar potent scent of her lingering in the air. She had been here. She always came here when she didn’t want to be seen. So why wasn’t she now?

Stepping out of her home, I made my way toward the second location she frequented, the lake. A prisoner of not just her mind but her routine, I spotted her immediately. She was standing there, her back to me, her body tense, like she was waiting for something.

Another few steps toward her and I could feel the shift in the air, the subtle pull that told me she was aware of me, even though she hadn’t yet turned.

A few more steps and my body tensed in preparation. As anticipated, I saw it—the flash of movement as she spun on her heel and broke into a run.

A wide grin stretched across my face.

My instincts kicked in immediately. The chase was on, and I wasn’t about to let her slip away—not this time. She knew it. I could almost feel her anticipating it, daring me to follow. Another test, just like always. Gracie had a way of pushing me,testing my limits, seeing how far she could go before I’d snap. She loved these tests, loved seeing if I’d break under the weight of her resistance. She thought she was challenging me, pushing me to the edge of what she assumed any other male would tolerate. But what she didn’t realize was that I wasn’t like them. She was already mine.

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