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I claim her panting mouth and she moans around my tongue, my lips, my teeth. My tongue sweeps around hers, as I dominate every part of her body so completely that she shudders and cries and moans my name.

But it’s not enough. It’s not complete.

The skin of her neck, beautiful and perfect, beckons to me. I scrape my teeth around her skin, and without warning, I bite down.

Aurelia screams as she comes, shuddering around my cock, her warm, incredible pussy sucking me in, holding me, needing me just as much as I need her.

I come into her, emptying my heavy, aching balls in deep, short thrusts right up against her womb as I hold her in the circle of my arms, our pack watching us in awe. As they should be.

She bites my neck in return, marking me with her tiny, beautiful, still bloody little teeth. I moan at the sensation.

“My angel,” I whisper in prayer as I fuck my seed into her. “I waited for you. Mine.Mine.”

Our power twines together, her golden wisps against my darker chains, and together they form something new within me.

I’ve been born again while inside her.

Maybe that’s why men seek to invade the insides of a woman with such desperation—in search of that magical thing that will put our broken parts back together in the same way all humans are put together inside a woman in the first place.

Freud would cackle in his grave to hear it.

My animus purrs with pleasure at the base of my being, never again to be truly locked away but to live as an integral part of me.

The world is suddenly different. We are suddenly stronger than before. The strongest predator stalking through the arid plain with singular focus. Through him I see that being with our regina is the only solution. It’s every solution to every problem we’ve ever had. That the only real fear I now have is losing her.

“Yours,” Aurelia sobs into my shoulder, before coming again with a cry.

And it’s the sweetest sound in the universe.

Chapter 79

Aurelia

Lyle claims me with all the fervour of a beast claiming his regina. As if he no longer cares about the consequences. As if he no longer cares about anything except me. The power of his animus thrums through my stomach, through my veins, and through my body like he’s a part of me. Like he is soothed by me. Lyle raises his glorious head just enough to look me in the eye.

His own eyes glimmer burnished gold with that powerful animus sitting present, like a summer sunset leading the way into the dark. My neck aches from his bite, my pussy aches from his girth, but I’m the happiest woman in the world.

“Kiss me,” I whisper. My voice is heavy with a restrained sob.

His face crumples, and he swoops in, capturing my mouth with those torturous lips. I groan into him, clawing this back, as if I can inhale all of him into my body.

“Angel,” he groans, kissing me deeply. Whatever he’s doing to my mouth feels like heaven itself resides in us both.

Someone huffs impatiently behind me.

“This is my regina,” Lyle snarls up at them, guttural and savage. “I will not let her go.”

“And mine too.” It’s my wolf who growls back.

Both Lyle’s and Savage’s possessive words make something wonderful dance inside my core. I cup Lyle’s jaw. “We’d better deal with…”

His eyes darken, but he pulls me up with him nonetheless, possessively holding my naked form to his side. The phoenix fire burning around us loses its height as Lady Celeste brings it down.

With slight alarm, I realise Lyle is still hard, his huge erection at full mast for all to see.

As the licking red flames fade away into nothing, I quickly step in front of him and Lyle hugs me close against him, his palm flat and light over the diagonal black slashes of the wounds across my abdomen. His touch doesn’t hurt them and actually I feel better for it.

Lady Celeste’s eyes widen when she sees what Lyle is trying to cover before she shrugs off her long white coat and offers it. Lyle uses his telekinesis to soar it through the air towards us and I grab it, clutching it to my chest. Savage comes to stand on my other side, holding my hand and lacing his fingers through mine.

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