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"You," I gasp, hips lifting in desperate attempt to take him inside.

"My name," he growls, one hand tightening around my throat while the others hold my body exactly where he wants it. "Say it while I fill this sweet omega cunt with my cock."

"Kael," I whisper, then louder as his cock presses just slightly inside, "Kael!"

"Again," he commands, pushing forward another inch.

"Kael!" I cry out, beyond caring about anything but the need to be filled.

With a satisfied growl, he thrusts into me fully, his prehensile cock reaching depths that draw a ragged moan from my throat. It moves inside me, rippling and changing shape to stimulate places impossible to reach, the ridged surface creating friction against spots that send electric pleasure coursing through my entire body.

"My perfect breeding omega," he hisses, all four hands now positioning my body for maximum penetration. "Taking my seed so well, nurturing my offspring, protecting what we created together."

He sets a relentless pace, each thrust deliberate and powerful. Two hands grip my hips, lifting them at the perfect angle while another continues its tight hold on my throat. The fourth reaches between us to circle my clit, timing each stroke perfectly with his thrusts.

"Look at you," he growls, his glowing eyes never leaving my face. "Taking my cock so well. You were made for this—made to be bred by me."

The crude words combined with the overwhelming physical sensation push me closer to the edge with shocking speed. His prehensile tongue returns to my mouth, demanding entrance, tasting my moans directly as he continues his relentless claiming.

The shadows around us respond to his arousal, darkening and thickening until it feels like we're cocooned in living darkness. They brush against my skin like phantom touches, adding another layer to the overwhelming sensations.

"You're going to come on my cock," he states, not a request but a command. "Come for your alpha while I fill you with my seed."

As if my body was waiting for permission, pleasure explodes through me with unprecedented force. My inner walls clamp down around his still-moving cock as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes through me. The shadow connection between us flares open, allowing me to feel echoes of his pleasure alongside my own, creating a feedback loop of sensation that prolongs my climax to impossible lengths.

"That's it," he growls, his rhythm faltering slightly as my body convulses around him. "Take it all."

Just when I think I can't possibly take any more, I feel it—the base of his cock beginning to swell inside me, that biological feature designed to lock alpha and omega together. In our previous encounters, I'd endured the knotting as necessary violation. Tonight, I find myself bearing down, taking him deeper as the knot expands.

"Mine," he snarls, all four arms tightening around me as his knot locks us together completely. "Every. Fucking. Inch. Of. You."

His release floods me with that distinctive shadow demon coldness that somehow burns inside me, triggering another climax that tears a ragged scream from my throat. For a moment, my vision actually darkens at the edges, the intensity threatening to overwhelm me completely.

We remain locked together by his knot, his massive form covering mine entirely, four arms caging me beneath him in possessive embrace. His prehensile tongue traces lazy patterns along my throat, across the claiming mark that pulses with our shared connection.

"You surrendered to me tonight," he murmurs against my ear, his voice still carrying that inhuman resonance. "Not to heat biology. Not to captivity. To me."

I can't deny it, can't hide behind excuses of biological imperative or survival necessity. Something has fundamentally shifted between us—not love, nothing so simple or human, but connection beyond mere possession and resistance.

"The shadows recognized you today," he continues, one hand tracing the patterns that mark my skin as his territory. "They responded to your distress, not just mine."

His knot still locks us together, ensuring his seed stays deep inside me where it belongs. The breeding imperative should disgust me, but after Constantin's attempt to destroy the hybrid, I find myself responding to it with unexpected acceptance.

"He came to destroy what grows inside me," I whisper, hands moving to my abdomen where the shadow patterns pulse with our combined satisfaction. "To eliminate the hybrid without asking what I wanted."

Kael's expression hardens, shadows gathering around us protectively. "No one will take what's mine," he states, one hand covering mine where it rests over the growing life we've created. "No one will harm what we've bred together."

Something breaks open inside me then—not surrender to captivity but acknowledgment of truth I can no longer deny. My former allies would kill what grows inside me without hesitation, viewing my adaptation as contamination rather than evolution. They would "cleanse" me without consideration for the consciousness that touches my mind daily.

As his knot slowly recedes, allowing him to withdraw from my body, I face uncomfortable truth: I'm changing in ways that go beyond the physical shadow patterns across my skin. My allegiances, my identity, my understanding of what constitutes monster versus protector—everything shifts like shadows at sunset, boundaries blurring into territory I have no map to navigate.

CHAPTER13

MENTAL BRIDGES

"It's time,"Kael announces as he enters our chambers the morning after Constantin's capture. "The security protocols are in place."

My heart stutters in my chest. After weeks of delays, Kael has finally agreed to my request to see Constantin. I rise from the bed, the shadow patterns beneath my skin darkening with my sudden spike of emotion.

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