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I wrapped my free hand around the back of Hawke’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. “I’m going to make it,” I whispered. “The voice told me so.”

“How are you so sure of this voice?” he replied pitifully. “How can you trust her so much?”

I rolled my lips together in thought.

“Because she’s always been with me. Be kind of silly if I didn’t trust her now.” I smiled up at him, twirling my fingers in his hair.

Because, I’m like, 99.9% sure she’s my wolf.

“Now make love to me before your knot explodes and wastes your precious seed.”

Hawke let out a groan that was a mixture of content sigh and gratefulness. He pushed the head of his cock in slowly, like it was the first time we’d ever made love.

And heavens, he took his time, letting me feel all of him, letting me savor his piercing, the enormous head of his cock, the veins of his shaft. I felt all of him while he slowly made love to me.

The wrinkle between his eyebrows creased while his body shook as he held onto his resolve. This man would be the death of me, watching him try to take me slow.

“How are you so tight, after all the times you have taken my knot?” He arched his back, sliding his knot deeper.

He stretched me, pushed me while I lifted my hips higher, begging for more. “My mate loves my knot, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, I love your knot,” I panted, watching him pull himself from me.

His cock glistened with my arousal. There was so much, I couldn’t believe it was mostly me dripping from him.

Hawke smirked, obviously happy with himself.

He reached down and stroked my lower lips with his fingers and placed them into his mouth.

Dear. Lord.

“Let me make you feel even more full, Sunshine. Roll on your stomach.”

Without hesitation, I rolled over, and Hawke lifted my hips. He massaged them, planting kisses up and down my back while he spread my legs and pushed me down onto my elbows.

“I’ve never felt pain like this before,” he murmured, stroking himself. “But it will be worth it when I’m locked inside you for the longest time yet.”

Oh, my.

Without warning, he pushed inside me, his strokes coming in short, shallow thrusts. My cries couldn’t be contained, feeling the overwhelming pleasure after an orgasm rushed over me in an instant.

Then he inserted his knot, slowly sinking it inside me while bursts of his come filled me. If Bram didn’t hear us before, he certainly could now because Hawke’s roar shook the needles from the trees.

He tenderly rocked his cock inside me and placed his wet thumb at my back entrance. My head perked up at the weird sensation. But then he distracted me by stroking faster, pushing his knot against my clit. I arched my back meeting his thrusts. He continued to seep his knot further inside me.

“That’s it, take it like the suitable mate you are,” he snarled. “Take my knot and let me take your whole body.”

His thumb dipped inside my ass, and I threw my head back at the feeling. I felt so utterly full, and it was just his thumb. The sharp sting to my back side faded, and he pushed his digit in and out of my body while his knot pulsed inside my pussy. My orgasm didn’t build, it hit me like a freight train coming out of nowhere. I saw stars behind my eyes, and I let out a silent scream. Hawke continued to rock while he grunted into me as my pussy milked him from his release.

“My good little mate,” Hawke breathed, kissing down my back.

I purred, the vibration making Hawke swear under his breath.

“Fucking. Death. Of. Me. Dede.”

I snickered, fingers tracing patterns in the leaves, as his rough, calloused hands kneaded my hip.

By the time Hawke’s knot released, the sun was high. He was still mumbling grumpy curses, pushing his come back into my bodywhere it belongedand kissing down my neck. He didn’t have a care in the world right now.

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