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Leaving her is hard, but not nesting for her would be harder. I make my way through the storage rooms with ease, given there are plenty of beautiful items for me to choose.

Once I’m in the suite, I get to work, pulling and tweaking until I’m absolutely sure it is perfect. Perfect for my beautiful mate, the one I’m going to fill over and over until neither of us can move.

The mate who has teased me over and over and will have to pay the price.

When I return to the waiting area, Chrissie seems surprised to see me.

“I thought it might take longer.”

“When I nest, I nest hard,” I say, taking her hand and leading her through to the suite and to the room where I have prepared my masterpiece.

She pushes open the door and gasps, her hand covering her mouth.

I feel out the thoughtbond because I’m unsure what she is thinking. What I get is a blast of pure joy which makes me harder than ever and almost knocks me from my feet.

“It’s stunning, Rych!” Chrissie throws her arms around me, and the thoughtbond is drowned by her happiness in being alive, in being with me, in my nest and in her…very dirty thoughts about what she wants me to do to her. “Did you really make all of this for me?”

“Why would I make it for anyone else, myeregri?” I respond, burying my head in her hair and inhaling her scent.

This female is mine. My body wants her with an ache I didn’t ever think possible outside the fight.

“It’s stunning.” Chrissie gazes up at me. “I want to spend the rest of my days with you, Rych. You protected me, fought for me, believed in me. I don’t know how having the virus as part of me will work, but as long as you want me, I know it can.”

“For tonight, I will have you in my nest and your belly filled by morning.” I sweep a lock of her long soft hair, the color of starlight, from her cheek. “Because the thoughtbond works both ways, along with my other senses.”

“What do you mean?” she half whispers, her stunning eyes studying mine.

I lean into her a little more, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, making her shudder.

“I know when you are fertile, little mate, and that moment is now.”

CHRISSIE

Rych removes my clothing in record time, shrugging out of his pants to reveal his magnificent cocks which look bigger than ever.

I’m already soaking, his whispered comment, his thoughtbond filled with desire—it caused me to absolutely destroy my knickers in a single second.

The nest he has made for us is astounding, even more beautiful than the one back at the canyon. Luxurious fabrics, so many pretty sparkling items hung around on the walls, from the ceiling, spread over every surface. I’m pretty certain some of them are items of cutlery, but it doesn’t matter. It’s what Rych believed was nice, what he wanted in our nest to please me. And all of it does, very much.

My pleasure is even better communicated through the thoughtbond, his own amplified back to me once again in a loop which is never-ending and so beautiful I want to cry.

Not that he’s going to let me do anything other than hang on. I’m picked up and gently deposited on the bed as the items he’s hung up (is that a ladle?) spin and catch the light. Rych’s great wings spread over us as he gazes down at my naked body.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs. “Myeregri.” He parts my thighs, dropping between them to fondle my folds, sliding a digit inside me with a groan. “Tight and wet. Are you going to take both my cocks, little one? Because I’m going to put a youngling in your womb tonight,” he growls.

The pad of his thumb swirls over my clit, and my back arches involuntarily into his touch. A huge hand caresses one of my breasts, the tips of his claws tripping over my peaked nipple.

Rych’s tongue swipes over my pussy, sending me into orbit. He doesn’t let up with his finger, and it pumps inside me as he laps my clit, sucking gently until I can’t hold back anymore. I’m flailing, grasping at anything as my orgasm hits and I take handfuls of feathers as I shout his name, my hips bucking, shoving myself into his mouth, his perfect touch, my channel clamping down on his finger, pulling at it as if it can never let go.

“Oh, my sweet mate.” Rych wipes a finger on each side of his mouth and sucks it deeply. “You taste like you need to be bred by a Gryn.”

“I need you,” I respond. “I want you to fill me.” I gasp out the words, not quite comprehending what they mean for a second or two, until Rych’s desires slam me back onto the bed.

“I want you to breed me, Rych. I want to have your young,” I breathe.

His wings flare, his eyes darker than ever as he gazes down at me, palming his cocks which run with pre-cum, dripping between my legs.

“On your hands and knees, little mate,” he rasps. “I’m going to take you like my ancestors did.”

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