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Gosh,this…

I think this changes things.

I cry out as it feels like my body goes airborne to leap to the edge of the mountain I’ve been ascending, but then I fall off the peak and somehow I don’t plummet. Instead, I soar. The sounds coming from my mouth are foreign as I cry out a shuddering, husky then squeaky noise that definitely sounds part human, part animal.

And now I’m sliding up, because he’s rising up my body and lifting me, wrapping my legs around his middle as he braces me here against the wet tiles. His eyes search my face with so much hunger and heat, I’m afraid of the sensations I’m feeling right now. They’re big. So big.

I’d try to stop making these sounds, but I can’t. I’d be embarrassed about my reactions, but the look on his face says he likes what’s happening.

His lips touch mine and then his tongue dips between my lips as he deepens the kiss, one hand fisting my hair. He’s moving us out of the shower and back into his room, kissing me the whole way.

His hot mouth is still on mine as we tumble onto the bed, him landing on his back before he flips us, putting me on mine as he perches over me.

Too soon, his mouth is gone from mine, but it’s because it’s latching onto my right nipple. The sensation sends tingly ripples through my body, making my back arch. His fingers slidebetween my legs again and then I feel the nudge of his erection against my opening. He lifts up and says, “Need to claim you now, Stacy. Can’t wait another second.”

I say nothing.

He stares into my eyes for two more heartbeats before he slides in, slow, deep, God,sodeep. Can it go any deeper? It does. And his eyes are still on mine. There’s nowhere to hide because he’s doing this with me on my back, but strangely, I don’t think I want to.

I whimper. I’m so full. He’s big. But it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt at all, and it always hurts when I’m getting mounted, but I’ve never been breached while on my back before and I’ve never been breached while so wet down there. I’m so slippery and nothing was used to make me that way. This wetness isn’t due to his hot, wet mouth. This is fromme. My body wants this. Maybe I’m not defective after all. It feels… right. Sex with Greyson Blackwood? It feels like something I could want, maybe even become addicted to.

His mouth lands on mine again and I grab his jaw with both hands, crying out as he’s now fully seated and I’m suddenly way too full. And now it hurts. Ouch! Ouch, ouch… so much ouch. He groans loudly, in a deep tone that’s like music, the best music, as the pain ebbs and now it feels good again.

But wait… what on Earth? It’s now fuller and moving faster and there’s heat andohmy stars…

“Yeah, Blossom, that’s so fucking good. Better than good. That’s my knot, baby. It’s all yours. Never felt this before.”

Oh. His knot. This is what an alpha’s knot feels like. Theydoexist.

Vibrations. It’s vibrating inside me as I get even more full. There’s no trace of pain left. And I can’t control my body. I begin spasming, almost convulsing as the buzzing shakes my body and sends profound sensations spiraling through the most sensitive spot I have. I’m having another orgasm. Two orgasms at once, it seems, because different sensations are happening in different places. And this one feels different from the oral sex. This is positively amazing. They both were. I’m not sure which was better.

No, this one. This one is definitely better. The other was nothing to scoff about. Not at all.

I can’t believe this can feel likethis. Pulsing pleasure that makes me feel like I’m expanding into my surroundings. Like I can taste colors. Like I can feel all the beauty in the world all at once. And he’s expanded inside me. Knotted me. It’s real. It really does happen. I can orgasm!

I’ve heard of knotting and never ever thought I’d be on the receiving end of it. Nobody in our pack talked much about it, but not ever around Wyatt. He got beyond irate while conversing with that alpha he dropped me off to that first time and when the alpha treated him like a young pup, telling him he’d look at life differently once he knotted, Wyatt was so livid, it was bone-chilling. And that alpha didn’t knot in me when he broke through my hymen.

But this means it’s true.Thisalpha has knotted inside me, and this could also mean that knotting does mean I’m Greyson Blackwood’s fated mate.

My world tilts. Changes. Emotions, knowledge, it all floods through me. I’m absorbing this truth.

This could be real.

“Yeah. This is so good, Stacy, my pretty girl,” he says. “You and me. Mated for life.” He grabs my jaw. “You’re mine forever, Blossom. You? You’re my wife. Your husband is gonna bust his ass to make you so fucking happy.”

“Greyson,” I plead.

I don’t know what I’m asking for. The sensations are insane. I’ve gone crazy. And I don’t ever want to come back from it.

He groans, throwing his head back with pleasure. His eyes are lit up so brightly, they could illuminate his village. My thoughts border on ridiculous. I’m giddy. It’s as if I’m drugged, I’mthateuphoric. My legs are wrapped tight around him while the incredible sensations just go on and on and I’m along for the incredibly pleasurable ride.

Greyson puts his mouth to my ear and kisses down the side of my neck, which feels absolutely wonderful, but I suddenly seize as the pain of him sinking his teeth into my skin by my collarbone sends my body into a whirlwind of confusing sensations.

Biting me. Giving me the mate mark. God, thisisreal. All this is real. He’s my mate. I’m his mate. I get to shower all the love I have in me on him! I have a partner. This alpha. Greyson Blackwood. Half shifter, half witch. I never thought it was possible, that I’d get to love someone. That I’d meet a male worth loving. Never in a million years would I imagine it could be not just an alpha but an extra-alpha one from Arcana Falls of all places.

Will I love him? Will he warrant having that from me?

Tears trickle down my face at the notion, at all the feelings I’m feeling. Something splits open in my chest and fills with warmth as pleasure continues buzzing between my legs, making my body jolt, making my fingernails dig into the skin of his back.

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