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His breath caught.

And then something changed.

His body snapped beneath me like a cord had been cut. He flipped me gently, cradling me as he moved, and then lowered his mouth to my skin—just above my collarbone.

There was reverence in his eyes. And then heat.

The bite was sharp and deep.

But it wasn’t pain I felt. It was completion.

I cried out, not from the bite but from the sensation that followed—a rush of heat that flooded through my veins like liquid fire, pleasure so intense it bordered on agony. The connection between us—already strong—burst into something transcendent, golden light pulsing behind my eyelids as I felt him everywhere, in me, around me, part of me.

“Rhaekar,” I gasped, clutching at his shoulders as he moved within me, his rhythm now fierce and claiming.

He withdrew his teeth from my skin, licking the mark he’d left, sealing it with something that felt like magic. His eyes, when they met mine, were wild with need, the vertical pupils fully dilated in a sea of molten gold.

“Mine,” he growled, the word more animal than human. “My kassari. My fate-mate.”

“Yours,” I agreed, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “And you’re mine.”

The admission seemed to break something loose in both of us. He drove into me with renewed purpose, each thrust hitting places deep inside that had me seeing stars. His mouth foundmine in a kiss that tasted of copper and desire, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his cock as he claimed me completely.

I felt him everywhere—not just where our bodies joined, but deeper, in my mind, my soul, my very being. His pleasure fed mine in an endless loop, each sensation doubled, tripled, multiplied until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.

And at the base of his shaft, I felt it—the beginning of a swell that hadn’t been there before, pressing against my entrance, stretching me further with each thrust.

“What—” I gasped, the new pressure both alarming and intensely pleasurable.

“My knot,” he growled against my throat, his rhythm faltering slightly. “The claiming is complete. We’ll be locked together until my seed takes root.”

The primal nature of his words should have shocked me. Instead, they sent another wave of heat crashing through my system. The idea of being claimed so thoroughly, of being filled with his essence, marked me as his in the most ancient way possible—it triggered something deep and instinctual within me.

“Yes,” I breathed, tilting my hips to take more of him, to accommodate the growing swell. “All of you.”

He roared—a sound of triumph and possession—as his knot fully formed, locking us together completely. The pressure against my most sensitive spots was overwhelming, pushing me toward another peak just as his rhythm became erratic.

“Let go,” he commanded, one hand sliding between us to circle my clit. “Fall with me.”

The dual sensations—his cock buried impossibly deep, his knot pressing against nerves I hadn’t known existed, his fingers working magic against my sensitive flesh—combined with the doubled pleasure flowing through our newly completed bond pushed me over the edge. I shattered with a cry that torefrom the depths of my soul, my body clenching around him in rhythmic pulses that seemed to go on forever.

He followed immediately, his release triggered by mine, hot spurts of his seed filling me as his body jerked against mine. But unlike before, I could feel his pleasure as if it were my own—white-hot and all-consuming, racing through my veins alongside my own release.

The doubled sensations sent me spiraling into another climax, this one even more intense than the last. I clung to him, tears streaming down my face from the overwhelming pleasure, my body wracked with aftershocks that had me trembling in his arms.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, gathering me close, rolling to his side to avoid crushing me with his weight. We remained locked together, his knot keeping us joined as the bond pulsed and settled between us. “I’ve got you, kassari.”

I buried my face against his chest, overwhelmed by the intensity of what we’d just shared. The mark on my collarbone throbbed, but not with pain—with a pleasant warmth that seemed to echo the one in my chest where my own bond-mark had formed.

“I can feel you,” I whispered, amazed. “Not just…physically. Inside my head. My heart.”

His arms tightened around me, one large hand stroking down my spine with infinite tenderness. “The bond is complete,” he confirmed. “We are one now, in all ways that matter.”

I traced patterns on his chest, fingers lingering over the spot where his bond-mark pulsed in time with mine. The connection between us was tangible now—a golden tether that hummed with energy, binding our souls together across species, across worlds.

“And now?” I asked, looking up at him.

His expression softened, those fierce predator eyes warming as they met mine. “Now we face whatever comes together,” he said simply. “As mates. As equals.”

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