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The female against my chest moaned.
Time for my fucking feast.
33
NATALIE
Blue ozone flashed again, taking me through a dizzying tumble of worlds in the blink of my eyes to land on something hard. Sandwiched. Crushing the air out of my chest.
Disoriented, it took me a second to realize we hadn’t traveled through spinning galaxies but simply to the peak of Volcán Atitlán. The crushing wall of stone beneath me was Kroktl.
Which put Axxol on my back. No wonder I couldn’t fucking breathe.
He snapped his teeth in sharp warning, his breath hot on my nape. “I can chase your delectable ass back down the slope of the volcano if you’d like.”
Breathing was overrated anyway.
“That’s what I fucking thought.”
My heart thudded heavy beats that seemed to last an eternity. Raw, feral musk filled my nose. Something sticky dripped down my ribcage. Kroktl’s fingers tightened in my hair, pinning my head against his chest. He rumbled out a raptor rattle, deeper than his usual chuckle. He wasn’t teasing or laughing.
But soothing, trying to calm the Big Rig down.
Holy fuck.
Danger sheared through me, making me shiver. I stayed very still, letting them sort out whatever was going on.
“It’s alright, baby,” Kroktl finally said, his voice gentle and low. “I shouldn’t have bloodied him with our hormones high and your pheromones thick in the air.”
Cautiously, I opened myself up to the grid and then slammed my awareness closed before the onslaught overwhelmed me.
Fury. Lust. Hunger.
A volatile combination. Especially for an alpha dynos.
With his naked mate beneath him.
His chest heaved against my back. He rubbed his nose against my neck, behind my ear, into my hair, breathing loudly. Rumbling. His teeth gripped my earlobe sharply enough I jolted between them. A startled cry escaped my lips.
So he did it again, adding sharp nips on my neck that almost made me bleat like a sheep going to slaughter.
Probably not the kind of sound I should make right now.
“On the contrary.” Kroktl huffed out a low rumble that wasn’t a chuckle but something darker. The sound a predator makes before he takes a nice big bite of something squirming and still kicking. “That’s the best sound of all. Make all the noise you want, baby. Make him think of sex and not food.”
:Your hormones are dangerously high,:Snryx said on the grid to Axxol. :Much higher, and you’ll go into rut.:
Gulp. Squirm. Tremble.
I knew what that meant.
Breeding time.
My breath caught on another desperate sound. Fear. Or excitement? I wasn’t sure. Did I even want to have another dynos baby?
Axxol’s baby. A vicious blue-eyed beauty to match her sister.
A spasm wracked his big body. He lifted his weight off me and scooted down enough to press his hot cheek against the small of my back, his arms around my hips. “You’d carry my youngling?”
