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I bore down on his knot, making Wyatt bellow as he tried to sink even deeper, as if he hadn’t already taken everything I had to give.
“Tight, so fucking tight,” he murmured, nipping at the side of my neck. “Almost like I’m your first.”
How could he still be in the mood to role-play?
What rational thought could possibly remain when the conquering pulse of his knot had yet to subside, filling me with surge after surge of hot cum?
Over-full, on the verge of being over-stimulated.
“God, baby… You feel like fucking heaven. I love it—I love you.” Wyatt flexed his hips in time with the subtle undulations of the vibrator.
Slick with lube and cum, the vibrator abruptly slipped lower, sending shockwaves through the point where Wyatt and I were fused together, setting me aflame.
Back arched, mouth falling open with a silent scream, my nails drew fresh blood along his back and shoulders.
Yes, blood. I wanted more blood.
Blood and the potent greenery of boxwoods. The essence of Wyatt.
Surrounding me, deep inside me, claiming me, making me his—forever.
No.
Not his.
“Mine.”
Searing heat. A vise-like pressure wringing me for all I was worth. Tingles at the base of my spine.
Euphoria.
An emotion I hadn’t felt in years—not since the accident—and never to such an overwhelming degree.
But it felt slightly dulled, almost like a powerful echo. As if I was eavesdropping on someone else’s feelings.
Wait.
A fresh wave of pungent copper surged into my mouth…
The mouth biting into Wyatt’s dense right pec.
Marking him.
Claiming him.
I’d claimed Wyatt.
No, no, no.
Rearing back in horror, I tried to free myself from his knot, but it was too big, lodged too deep.
Strong arms held me tight, trying to soothe me, while honeyed words encouraged me to stop struggling.
But I couldn’t.
That would mean having to face what I’d done.
Without consent.
