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But the pain pulses at my throat as his teeth remain clamped down and I don’t even mind. It hurts, but if it means what he says it means, it could be worth it. His strong arms are tight around me and I’m whimpering as even more heat expands between my legs. Immense heat.

I think he must be ejaculating. It’s never felt hot before. His body convulses along with mine for a long time before he releases my throat and I know that he’s enjoying it, which makes me feel good for a switch. And now our mouths are attached again. I’m not well-versed in kissing, don’t know how to do it, so I just mirror what he’s doing with my tongue and my lips and he groans while holding my face. The sounds he makes cause strange sensations to move through me.

Then his big cock slips out of me, hot liquid spilling between us.

I’m blissed out. Limp. Happy. Gooey. Sleepy. He might give me a baby! Someone to shower my love over. But what if…

My thoughts halt as I’m flipped to my belly, hauled up to balance on my palms and knees, and he slams back inside me, his pelvis hitting my rear end with a familiar slapping noise.

My world tilts again. Because this is the position I’m used to. And it feels like the world I was trapped in my whole life and this promising other world have just smashed into one another.

I squeeze my eyes tight while I cry and big, fat, sorrowful tears escape as he slams forward over and over, gripping my hips. Just like I’m accustomed to.

But I suddenly jolt in surprise as those hot hands slide up and cup my breasts, thumbs grazing over my still-sensitive nipples. And now his mouth is on my neck, at the same place he sank his teeth into. He nips at it, making me jolt before he slowly licks the spot. Now I’m jolting in a different way as he pulls the skin there into his mouth and sucks while continuing to touch my nipples,while continuing to piston his hips forward. I collapse, falling on my face, crying out with more sensation.

How am I feeling so many amazing things at once? I’m not back in that other dark, dreary, strife-ridden world like I was a moment ago. I’m here. With him. We’re somewhere wonderful. In a large, soft bed with clean bedding that smells like detergent and Greyson. He smells like late autumn pine mixed with smoky caramel. And I feel happiness in my chest, in that warm, newly unlocked space that just split open. That’s his place. It’s been locked away until now, and I never knew about it, but now I do. His knot unlocked that spot and Iknow. I’m meant for him. He’s meant for me.

Oh, my stars.

He keeps sucking and thrusting into me, breathing heavily, releasing low groans as I feel his warm breath, his hot touch, his thick erection stroking my soaking wet and quivering hole so amazingly.

His pace quickens, as does his breathing, and then he thrusts forward hard, staying rooted in me while groaning into my ear. “Stacy. Blossom. Fuck!”

The fuller knotted sensation returns and the buzzing hits again, going on for a long time as I clench the bed sheets, whimpering. But then his hand cups mine and I loosen the grip on the bedding as our fingers weave together. The sounds he’s making are the sexiest noises I’ve heard. I’m not in this alone. I’m not simply servicing a male on my brother’s orders.

It’s different with Greyson. It’s us. Both of us. I feel him. I think he feels me too. He feels so much right now. I feel me. I feel things I’ve never felt in myself. We’re connected by our bodies and by something else, as well. In my mind I see a crystal-clearvision of our wolves nuzzling one another’s muzzles, their tails wagging.

Like Greyson is so much larger than I am, his wolf is larger than my wolf and I feel like both my forms are suddenly so protected, so safe. Never safer.

“Yeah,” he whispers as he stills on top of me for a long moment. Now he’s kissing my neck on the sensitive place where he marked me, touching his lips to the ridge of my ear. He works his way down my back by dotting kisses down to the base of my spine, pulling shivers and goosebumps from me.

My eyes bolt wide open as Greyson sinks his teeth into my right butt cheek. Hard.

I squeak and say, “Ouch!”

“You won’t be taking off on your mate again, will you, Wife?” he asks, then presses his lips there to ease the sting.

I swallow hard. And I say nothing. Not only because I don’t know what to say, but also because I can’t even speak.

I’m liquid. Goo. Sleepy Stacy Goo.

He presses another soft kiss on the spot he just bit before blankets are put on top of me as he snuggles in, draping an arm around me, then rearranging me so that my back is pressed to his front. His other arm slides under me so now he’s spooning me while holding me, my head on his bicep. A faint, gentle vibration slides through me.

What is that? Oh. I know what it is. I forgot… I heard an alpha purrs for his fated mate to comfort her.

My heart swells as a memory seems to unlock. I don’t know how long ago it was, and I can’t see their faces in my mind, but it dances around the edge of my memories. He used to hold her and make that sound. And she looked so happy. So at peace. Andwatching them made me feel like that, too. I was young. Very young. I think they were my grandparents. My late mother’s folks.

Greyson is doing this as a gift for me. Tears spring up in my eyes and I swallow down a giant lump of relieved emotion as this reality settles in and his purr gets louder. He kisses my shoulder.

I lean into the feeling, giving into it, unable to think of anything other than how utterly weird and wonderful it is to feel this gooey and good. The way a hot bath feels after a hard day. No, better than that. The way it feels sitting by the wood stove when it’s raining out and you don’t need to go out there because you’re enjoying a good book with no chores left to do today. Actually, even better than that. The way warm chocolate chip cookies feel as they melt into your tongue. Yes, like that.All that. Warm chocolate chip cookies after a hot bath in front of a roaring fire with nothing to do but cuddle under a soft blanket that smells good.

My eyes drift closed. Maybe the things Aphra said to me are true. Maybe I am the key to helping my crumbling pack because of who I’m fated to. Greyson Blackwood. Could it be that I’ve found someone who… even though he has no ties to Silver Hills… might come to care enough about me to help me help my pack get out from under Wyatt’s heel? Up on their own four feet?

Something settles in me knowing that I’m not just the sister of the alpha Wyatt Meadows, a piece of his currency to be traded at his whim. I’m now Stacy, mated to Greyson Blackwood, an extraordinarily strong alpha of the famous Arcana Falls shifter council. One who’s not only an extra-alpha alpha – he’s also a warlock. And he’s kind. He’s strong but gentle. He’s capable of pulling sensations from my body that I’ve never felt. That I want more of. And this house, this village, this… this day did not gohow I expected it to go. I’m so glad I failed at killing Tyson Savage.

I could become part of his pack. A pack I’d been tasked with helping to dismantle. A pack that Wyatt will continue to try to destroy. If not for the gentle vibrations of Greyson’s purring lulling me to sleep, I know I’d be in absolute panic-mode right now. Because things could get very messy. For all of us.

But maybe it’s his gentle purring, the heat enveloping me, and his strong arms around me that has me thinking that maybe it’s all going to be okay. Could it be that fate wants it all to happen? That all this was meant to happen just like this?

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