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Well,fuck.Now that Mal’s put that in my head, I’m also fantasizing about it.

When I was pregnant nearly our entire relationship so far, Mal’s been careful with me when it comes to mating. Plus, you know, there’s our size difference to think of. No denying he’s huge and, being proportionate, that means his dick is pretty freaking huge, too.

But I can take him. I’m four months postpartum, my body as learned that Mal’s gives only pleasure, and I have learned all the way down to the depths of my soul that this demon will never, ever hurt me.

I lick my lips and grin up at Mal. “Then do it.”

His brow furrows. “Do you… does my mate request it?”

Oh, Malphas. Even now, he needs permission.

I lift my hand, cradling his sharp jaw. “Hell, yeah, she requests it.”

That’s all he needs to let himself go.

Hooking his hands under my arms, Mal lifts me easily. I’m up, legs dangling, squealing against as he shifts me with care before laying me down on my belly on the couch. I scoot just enough so that I can grip the arm of it before stretching out, wiggling my toes as Mal climbs on top of me.

He’s in his demon form. At this point, we’ve fucked in every single one of his shapes and sizes, but there’s something about a seven-foot-demon with superheated skin using his big body to pleasure mine.

He’s always careful. No matter what, he keeps his claws shadow so that he doesn’t accidentally jab me, and I know that he’ll turn his dick to shadow if only because it heightens both of our pleasure when he does.

There’s no resistance, either. When he can make his dick the right size for me so that it’s not too narrow, not too tight, and that he can bottom out without making me feel so stuffed that I’m gonna ache, why wouldn’t he?

He doesn’t put his full weight on me. Bracing himself, he still manages to cage me in, pinning me down as he positions himself at the entrance to my pussy.

One thrust is all it takes for him to seat himself inside of me, both of us moaning now at just how perfect it feels to be connected tonight of all nights.

On our way inside, he assured me we could mate all night without worrying about getting pregnant again; this is a rare red moon after all, not the gold one. And that is the only reason why, when he starts panting my name, quickening his place, coming within a minute or two of first starting to fuck me, I’m not mad.

Besides, he’ll be ready to go in seconds. As for me, the sensation of having me under him, plus knowing he wants me so desperately even know that he can’t last, has me freaking orgasming along with him.

Or, you know, maybe it’s the red moon.

It’s probably the red moon.

God bless the red moon…

Finally, coming down from my climax, I have to admit that, damn it, we weren’t quiet at all—and that’s because, sorry, I’m a screamer and I can’t help it. Knowing that was just the first round of what promises to be many, I doubt we’ll be quiet then, either. Thankfully, Alana has proven that she can sleep through the night whenever I need my mate, so maybe she will.

If not, I’ll hear her and I’ll go to her. But, until then, I’m going to enjoy my mate for as long as the red moon lasts—and after that, too.

CHAPTER11

SO IT BEGINS

SHANNON

Something’s wrong.

You’d think that after the banging of a lifetime that Malphas gave me, I’d be boneless and relaxed. Barring that, I’d be over=sensitized and tender. I think he ended up making me come no less than ten times, and I’m pretty sure I finally fell asleep with his dick in my mouth like a pacifier.

Physically, I feel fine. Better than fine. Malphas told me that the red moon is a rare event where the mated couples in Sombra can’t resist the urge to mate and re-finalize their bond. I don’t know what it was like for theunmated demons last night, but for their sakes—because I know how loudIcan get—I hope they went to bed and put their pillows over their heads. If the consuming lust hit them, too, and they had to masturbate alone all night… yeah. That would’ve sucked.

I like to think that wasn’t the case. I mean, Alana slept through it just fine.

Right?

I… I don’t know. My girl always sleeps peacefully through the night, but with the red moon doing a number on us, she might’ve decided she needed a midnight snack and, downstairs on the couch, I might not have heard her.

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