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My balls are embarrassingly tight as I dig my fingertips into his hips. “Gods, you feel incredible,” Ronan groans, and my fingers burrow pits into his flesh, the slap of skin punctuated by both of our grunts every time we meet. “Need you, Cam.”

Palms on his lower back, I push until his body drops flat. He whines as he jerks his hips, fucking into the mattress. I spread my knees wider, forcing his legs between them, and watch as his ass bounces with each thrust.

“Ro… fuck, Ro, I’m going to come… I can’t stop.” My rhythm turns choppy as I search for something to hold on to, finally fisting his hair and yanking his head back. The overwhelming pressure in my core presses against my skin until I can’t stand it any longer.

My hips lock as I shatter, pulling on his dark strands while he moans, loud and low. Pleasure bombards my senses—my ears ring and my vision whites as I shudder along with the pulses of my cock. Ronan gasps my name and rolls his hips, the action causing another wave of ecstasy that forces a sob from my throat.

The last barrier between us is annihilated as he unravels beneath me, allowing me to see every part of him in his raw vulnerability.

When my body slumps, I pull out, and he lifts his ass to let me watch my cum slide from his pulsing hole. A dark wet spot stains the bed, and my voice is raspy as I ask, “Did you come?”

“I’m still fucking coming… get back inside me,” he begs, and I groan as I swipe my sensitive cock through my release and thrust into him. His moan is muffled as he shoves his face into the mattress, the muscles in his back flexing as he rolls his hips, fucking himself on my softening cock.

Solid black eyes find mine as he whirls around, tossing me onto the bed with a bounce. “Who do you belong to, Cameron?” He climbs up my body, hooking my legs with his elbows.

“How are you hard again?” I whine as he nips at my neck, sucking on the skin until it bruises. I’m so limp I could become one with the mattress and sleep for the next three days.

His chuckle is low and deep as he swaps to the other side of my neck, leaving another mark before his mouth drifts to my ear, biting at the lobe. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” Slick heat finds my entrance and nudges, and despite my exhaustion, I find myself spreading my legs, welcoming the stretch as he enters me.

“Good boy,” he murmurs, pushing his hips forward, his knot forcing me open. “Now, I asked you a question.”

A weak smile crosses my lips as I find the energy to argue. “What was the question?”

“Stubborn,” he mutters, bottoming out. My body accepts him much faster this time, and my fingernails dig into his shoulders. I whimper as he almost pushes through, then yanks his hips back. “Say it.”

“Ronan,” I mutter, my voice slurred as I writhe underneath him, needy and desperate and not caring in the least that he sees it.

“Do you want me to breed you, sweet Cameron?”

“Yes, please,” I murmur, tugging him by his neck, but he doesn’t budge.

His lips move to mine, just barely brushing over them with a featherlight kiss. “You know what I need.” Defiantly, I flex around him, and he tosses his head in a laugh before claiming my mouth once more. “Come on, mo’sziv, tell me what I want to hear.”

“I love you,” I whisper, and his eyes soften as he kisses me again. “I love you so fucking much… I’m yours, and you’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”

“Mine,” he murmurs in agreement, driving his hips with a hard thrust that knocks the back of my head into the bed. “All fuckingmine.”

“Yours,” I gasp. “Fuck me until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. Claim me, Ronan… mark me.”

“Mark you?” His mouth finds the mauve skin of my upper arm, kissing it before he returns to my mouth. “You are already marked as mine, but I’m happy to make you smell like mine, too.” We both cry out as his knot slips inside me, and his face twists into a beautiful contradiction of elated agony.

His cock pulses, filling me until it’s almost uncomfortable and charging my body up like a battery. Tucking his face into my neck, he bites me again, letting his fangs scrape my skin. “I love you,” he breathes as he settles, his muscles twitching against me.

When he lifts his head, his eyes fall on mine, full of filthy promises. I pop a brow at him, sassy despite the need charging through my veins. “Done so soon?”

A dark chuckle vibrates in his chest as he wraps his arms around my back, pulling me up into his lap. My mouth falls open in relief as he grinds into me, trapping my cock between us as we move as one. “We’re just getting started.”

Epilogue

Ronan

Fabrics spill over the side of Cameron’s arms as he walks into view, fresh from doing laundry in the spring. He flashes me a smile and flutters his fingers, almost dropping the sheets in the process, then chuckles to himself as he ducks into our house.

The sight of him being so domestic makes me smile—hanging curtains, beating the dust from rugs. It’s so simple, but it brings me so much peace.

The bubbling water calms him, and after a morning of unsuccessful work on the solar panels, he needed the distraction. By the time I coaxed him away, I’m pretty sure he’d already stubbed his toe by kicking the metal.

He’s gotten one working, but these are small compared to the giant panels at the rebel camp, and the limited sunlight that makes it through the thick trees compounds the problem. I’m afraid we might need materials that are only obtainable from specialized shops inside the cities, but Cam keeps trying.

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