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I returned my lips to her mark and lined up where I wanted to place my permanent claim. My fangs sank into the very top of the omega symbol and an ultra-concentrated burst of her pheromones coated my mouth. Closing my eyes, I focused intently. Our pack formed an incomplete circle, woven together with strands of essence, the bonds of family, and magic nearly as old and unknowable as the forces that’d shaped the fae races.

There was a gap in that circle between me, the founding member, and Tormund, the newest. Lark’s essence fit in perfectly there to complete the pack. Gasps sounded from my brothers as she joined the pack bond at last. Her unregulated emotions flooded in: heavy pain tightly entwined with lust, wonder, love, surprise, and the sensation that she was hot. She wasburning up.

She squirmed beneath me as I pulled my fangs free. The complicated mix of feelings in her winked out, save for the strongest two, pain and need. “I need you,” she mumbled, shifting, pawing at her overheated skin. “Please, I need you.”

“I’m here,” I answered. And practically fumbling to get inside of her as quickly as possible.

I guided my length through her lower lips, hissing as my intimate flesh felt the heat pouring from her pussy. She was completely soaked with slick and took my cock to the root in one long push. “Yes yesyes.” It was a euphoric echo to her nest building despair. She undulated her hips, grinding against me.

One thrust and I was gone, too. I finally let the rut haze have my mind, now that I had my mate pinned beneath me at long last. Her scent clogged my senses. She was all I wanted, all I needed. And with that fertility blocker on her arm, I could breed her for days without consequences. I’d take great joy in feeling her writhe against me from the breeder’s delight as I stuffed her full of my seed.

I lifted and bent one of her legs to rut her deeper and harder into the softness of her nest. Itwaswell constructed; it cushioned her body just right to hold her in place for each thrust. Again, her unfiltered feelings hit the pack bond, and I shuddered as her pleasure and mine combined. If it was always like this, she was rarely going to have a chance to leave this bed. She felt too fucking perfect.

She came a third time and absolutely howled her bliss even while she continued to move into my thrusts, rolling her hips into mine for more. She was going to be insatiable during this heat. I could already tell. The muscles in her greedy pussy clenched and jerked around my cock.

It was impossible to pace myself. I stroked the hair out of her face, wanting to watch her reaction when I spilled. My knot throbbed to the pace of my heart, inflating more and more until it no longer pulled out of her smoothly. When it was big enough to catch the rim inside her pussy, I ground myself deep and savored how she locked down on my knot. So tight. So good. “Goodomega,” I growled out with effort.

The tension between us tightened into that exquisite moment when my knot could no longer expand and the pressure was too much. I came like a breaking dam, flooding her womb with days’ worth of pent up seed. Her mouth parted as her body fed her bliss from the hot rush filling her core. She went slack…wait.

She went slack completely? Lark slumped straight into unconsciousness before I was even done breeding her. I reacquired a few of my wits, enough to understand what was going on.

Another outline was appearing on her skin. The pack mark of Pack Sorles, shimmering into place between her brows.

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LARK

Iwas submerged in a dark lake, the water’s embrace warm and all-encompassing. It welcomed me down and I fell with heavy limbs. I was made heavier from the weight pressed against my forehead. I descended head-first into the silt and my body settled in a sprawl. I was too heavy to move. But I had the feeling that Icould, if I just surrendered to my instincts.

I just wanted to lay there for a while in the peaceful blackness, but I knew deep down I couldn’t. I had to wake up, and the part of me that knew how to do that was my feral side. I had to give it control. It was the only way I could get what I needed to survive the heat. Even now, fiery need was coursing through my veins and warming my blood to a boil.

What Ineededwas my mates. I was just a little afraid of what would happen once I succumbed. Would I become a different female completely? Would I lash out? I didn’t want to lose control and end up doing something that would make my mates regret their claim.

“Nonsense.”Marius’s strong presence spoke to me over our kelpie bond. Was he here with me?“No, you’re just not quite unconscious. I can still sense your mind moving.”

“Sorry.”

He responded with one of his gentle snorts.“You have no reason to fear the heat haze. Let go, p’nixie.”

“I don’t know how.”

“You do.”

I did, kind of. My instincts did. But if they led me to surface of this dark lake, then I would wake feral and unpredictable.

“All you’re doing right now is fighting yourself. And if you’ve noticed, I’ve done the same thing for years and have never come out on top. Don’t be afraid. I’ve spoken to your feral side dozens of times. I love her. She’s small, shy, and sweet. A little prey animal in need of protection. One who makes great nests, too. Sound familiar?”

That’s how he always described me. At least, it was how he seemed to see me, as a predatory feral alpha.

“Exactly. Because sheisyou, my sweet prey. Just like how Niall is me.”

“Oh.”I had an undercurrent of understanding all in that little sound. I aired my biggest worry to him.“You don’t think I’m going to be violent and angry when I wake up, do you?”

He laughed, deep and rich.“Nay. I know you. You want to submit to us. You want to be fucked and knotted like we’re trying to breed you.”

It wasn’t possible to blush right now, and even then, I wouldn’t. He’d so succinctly described my carnal desires.

“Come and take what you need…”

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