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His wolf howled at her surrender. He wrapped his hand around her hip, holding her steady as he began to fuck her harder. She whimpered and writhed, but not in pain.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Take me.”

“Oh, God. Eric…”

“I love you,” he said. “My beautiful, brave little bird.”

Her muscles clenched around him and he knew she was close. The pressure of his own orgasm was building, his balls tightening, but he held back. Not yet.

He bent closer, scraping his fangs across the sensitive curve of her neck, and she shivered.

“Do you want my mark, Robin?”

“Yes, please.”

He bit down and she came with a long, wailing cry, her cunt clasping him so tightly he could barely move. His self-control shattered and he came in long liquid pulses as his knot swelled,tying them together. The bond snapped into place between them—an unbreakable connection that made him feel whole in a way he’d never experienced before. She was his, and he was hers, forever.

He was still catching his breath, his face pressed against her shoulder, when her stomach growled. He huffed out a laugh.

“Hungry, little bird?”

“Mmm. I could eat.” She squirmed a little and his cock immediately started to stiffen inside her, causing her to gasp. “Or maybe not. That’s…”

“That’s just the beginning,” he murmured, lapping at the already healing mating bite.

She shivered, her walls clenching around his cock. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“No joke.”

“How long does it last?”

“A while.”

“And what happens after that?”

“After that?” He slid his hands down her body, and found the swollen little nub of her clit, stroking it gently. “After that I get to knot you again and again.”

“I’m not going to be able to walk,” she protested, but she was already rocking against his hand, her tight little channel massaging his embedded shaft.

“Maybe.” He scraped his fangs across the mating mark. “But it will be worth it.”

“It will be.”

She grinned over her shoulder at him, radiant in the moonlight, his gorgeous, brave little bird, and he vowed to spend the rest of his life making her happy.

EPILOGUE

One month later…

Nichola draggedRobin over to the dance floor again, but this time she didn’t waste her breath arguing. She’d already learned that she was no match for a determined female troll. And it was fun to dance—another one of the things she’d missed out on when her childhood had been cut short. At least it was fun until a satyr danced up to her and tried to put his hand on her ass. Two seconds later he was slammed up against the wall, surrounded by four very angry werewolves.

“Oh my,” Nichola muttered. “Is it just me or is that the hottest thing ever? All those bulging muscles and threatening growls.”

“My Pack is very protective,” she giggled. “They think I need looking after, just because I’m human.”

“You all right, Robin?” Baldwin asked as the satyr edged nervously out the door, only a little the worse for wear.

“I’m fine, fine.” She waved a dismissive hand, floating on a cloud of fuzzy pink margaritas. “You don’t have to tell Eric, do you?”

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