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“Zehn,” she whispered, and the sound of my name on her lips sent heat racing through me.

I moved toward her slowly, savoring the anticipation. Here, I could be whatever form would please her most. I chose something between my natural state and my Beast Battle form—tall and powerful but not so massive as to frighten her. My spotted fur gleamed in the dreamlight, my muscles rippling with each step.

“My mate,” I rumbled, the words vibrating from my chest. “My Everly.”

When I reached her, I didn’t immediately take her in my arms as every instinct demanded. Instead, I dropped to my knees before her, looking up at her face—at the woman who held my fate in her hands.

“Let me please you,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended. “Let me show you what we can be together.”

Her answer was to thread her fingers through the fur at the back of my head, her small hand a brand against my scalp. Permission. Invitation.

I gripped her hips gently, claws carefully retracted, and buried my face against her stomach, inhaling her scent through the thin fabric of her shirt. She smelled of desire already, her body recognizing mine even if her conscious mind still wrestled with our connection.

With deliberate slowness, I slid my hands beneath her shirt, pushing it up to reveal inch by inch of soft skin. Her breathing quickened as I explored her with my palms, memorizing every curve, every dip, every texture. I lowered my head to press my lips against her navel, tasting her with my tongue, growling my approval at the salt-sweet flavor of her.

She gasped, her fingers tightening in my fur, and I felt her knees weaken. Good. I wanted her undone by pleasure. Wanted to show her how perfectly we fit together.

I eased her down until she was lying before me, her hair spread out like a dark halo. Her eyes never left mine as I divested her of her clothing, piece by piece, revealing her to my hungry gaze. In the unity dream, there were no scars from our escape, no bruises from our flight through the forest. Just her, perfect and whole.

When she was naked, I took a moment simply to look at her. The swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips—every part of her called to me. Mine, some primal part of me insisted. Ours, another part corrected, thinking of Khaaz.

I lowered myself between her legs, spreading her thighs with gentle but insistent pressure. She was already wet for me, her sex glistening in the dreamlight. The sight of her arousal made my cock throb painfully, but I ignored it. This wasn’t about my pleasure. Not yet.

“Zehn,” she breathed, half plea, half demand.

I answered by pressing my face between her thighs, my broad tongue taking a long, slow lap from her entrance to the sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex. The taste of her exploded across my palate—sweet and tangy and distinctly Everly. I groaned against her flesh, the vibrations making her arch up toward me.

I lapped at her again and again, alternating between broad strokes and pointed precision, learning what made her moan, what made her gasp, what made her fingers clench in my fur hard enough to hurt in the most delicious way. I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked gently, feeling her thighs begin to tremble against my shoulders.

While my mouth worked her most sensitive flesh, I brought my hand up, teasing her entrance with one thick finger. She was so wet now that it slid in easily, and I growled in approval at the way her inner walls clenched around the intrusion. I curled my finger inside her, seeking that spot that would bring her the most pleasure.

When I found it, she cried out, her back arching off the ground. I added a second finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come while continuing the relentless attention of my tongue. Her hips began to move in small, desperate circles, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of everything I was giving her.

“Please,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Zehn, please, I need?—”

“I know what you need,” I rumbled against her flesh. “I’ll give you everything. Everything.”

I increased the pace of my fingers, thrusting them deeper, faster, while my tongue flicked rapidly against her clit. Her breathing grew ragged, her thighs tensing on either side of my head. She was close—so close.

When her climax hit, it was with a force that made her entire body go rigid. She cried out my name, a sound that sent fire racing through my veins. I continued to lap at her, more gently now, easing her through the aftershocks, until she collapsed back, chest heaving with exertion.

But I wasn’t done with her yet. Not nearly.

I rose above her, my cock hanging heavy and ready between my legs. “Look at me,” I commanded softly, and her eyes fluttered open to meet mine. “I want you to see who’s claiming you.”

She nodded, her gaze never wavering as I positioned myself at her entrance. I rubbed the head of my cock through her slick folds, coating myself in her arousal. Then, with a slow, controlled push, I began to enter her.

The tight heat of her around me was almost enough to undo me then and there. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to go slowly, to give her time to adjust to my size. Despite her wetness, despite her earlier climax, she was still tight—deliciously, agonizingly tight.

“Fuck,” I hissed, the crude human word slipping out unintentionally. “You feel so good, Everly. So perfect around me.”

She moaned in response, her hands coming up to grip my forearms, claws sinking into my fur. The small pain grounded me, kept me from driving into her with the ferocity my body demanded.

When I was fully seated inside her, I paused, giving us both a moment to adjust to the sensation. The feeling of completion was overwhelming—like finding a piece of myself I hadn’t knownwas missing. This was more than physical pleasure. This was unity in its truest form.

I began to move, drawing back almost completely before pushing forward again. Each thrust was measured, controlled, though it cost me dearly to maintain that control. I wanted to claim her hard and fast, to mark her as mine in the most primitive way possible. But I wanted her pleasure more.

Her eyes stayed locked on mine, wide and dark with desire. Her lips parted on each exhale, small sounds of pleasure escaping her with every thrust. I leaned down to capture those sounds with my mouth, kissing her deeply as my hips continued their steady rhythm.

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