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“You have to help me,” I told them. “You’re right. She’s not going to want this. But we all know it’s the way it has to be.”

They didn’t say anything, both gazes fixed on the floor. No one wanted to say that I was right, but I was.

“Okay,” Ariel finally said. “I can’t say no to this because she’s my mate, and I have no choice but to protect her. But if there were any other way…”

I smiled. “I know.”

Ban stood and put his hand on my shoulder. “We will not let her forget you.”

My jaw ground together, fighting back the rush of emotion, and I nodded once. I turned and went back outside to look at the sky and breathe the air. Prepare myself for what I needed to do.

To be Khalas one last time.

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

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TRIN

Mate. Take. Mine.

I wanted to drag her down to the bottom of the ocean, pin her down again, and pleasure her until all the worry I could still sense disappeared.

She was a vibrant light in my chest. So full of life and openness, it hurt to feel the underlying fear and concern. I didn’t want my mate to feel anything but happiness.

Making sure I held her tight, we sped through the tunnels under the island, and Meg gasped with wonder. Through our bond, it was like seeing it through her eyes.

I couldn’t remember what it was like to see underwater for the first time. It was far too long ago. So feeling her joy was intoxicating, all of it enhanced by my venom.

The frenzy was starting, and there was only so long I could hold off taking my mate and making sure she understood how thoroughlymineshe was. We had one stop to make, because once I let myself go, there was no telling where we would end up.

The water lightened, turning it an amazing shade of blue. The brilliance of the island’s heart rippled outward visibly, and I was allowed even closer than before.

“Wow,” Meg whispered. “That’s…”

“Yes.”

She couldn’t see herself, but chills ran over my entire form. Meg was glowing. The light coming from under her skin was nearly identical to the light coming from the heart, other than the color. It felt like it was pulling her toward it and away from me.

No.

I pushed us backwards. Not yet. The violet tinge had retreated on her skin temporarily after our sex, but it was already climbing closer again. I wasn’t going to endanger that by taking her directly to the source.

Meg moved, rocking against me, and her pussy around my cock drew my focus. All of it. Nothing else existed outside of her. Her body, her pleasure, the bond between us.

Driving my cock into her again, I didn’t stop moving. Deeper, harder, and faster, as we spun through the water. To all the beautiful places I’d been wanting to show her, and would show her again when we weren’t both out of our minds.

She cried out in the water. The ecstasy of her orgasm pouring through our bond and into me. It felt like honey sliding through my mind. Delicious and sweet, never enough. I needed more.

“I can’t get enough,” I told her, finding her clit with one of my arms and focusing suction there. She came, drenching both our minds with hot desire, and I let myself go. Sharp waves of that same lust contracted through me, filling her with cum until it trailed behind us.

It hit me. This was forever. She was mineforever. I would never have my fill of her, but I could always have more.

Down to the bottom we went, into the seaweed and onto the sand. I pushed her down and took her roughly from behind, the sun painting patterns on her skin as we moved.

I took her once more, facing the drop off into the deep. Where it was easy to look out into nothing and lose your mind because you realized how small you really were.

In the shallows full of colorful fish I spread her legs wide and tasted her the way I had the first time we were all together. Everything tasted so much sharper in the water for me. The zing of her sharpness and sweetness of flowers. I would bottle her and drink her, if there were a way to do it.

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