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A snap inside my chest, like a cord pulled taut, then yanked tight.
Conall howled.
The bond lashed into her, unseen and irreversible.
Ours.
Forever.
I slowly withdrew my fangs, licking the blood from her neck with reverent strokes. Her body trembled beneath me, still joined to mine by flesh and fate.
“Yer mine now,” I whispered against her skin.“Every fuckin’inch of yae. Mine.”
Her breathing was laboured, and her eyelashes fluttered before they closed. She was boneless. Utterly wrecked and filled, precisely as she was meant to be.
I curled a hand over her belly and dragged her back against me, easing her onto her side with my knot still buried inside her. She whimpered, but didn’t wake.
Our mate was exhausted. She’d earned her rest.
But it wouldn’t be long before she needed us again.
Chapter 16
Nia
Adull throb in my stomach woke me, but there was no pain. No cramping. Just a deep, pulsing ache.That’s when I felt it.Him.His swollen, reddish-purple knot was still locked inside me.Without turning my head, I glanced back.He was awake. Watching me.
“Ah didnae get a chance tae taste these wee berries,” he murmured, cupping my breast and lazily dragging his thumb across the hardening peak.
I gasped and pushed back onto him—onto his knot.
Something inside me twisted.
Not pain. Not fear.
But confusion, and desire.
A fluttering happiness that shouldn’t have been there.
Lyall’s thick hand slid to my hip, gripping me with practised possession. He started to rock against me, careful but firm.
“That’s ma good gurl,” he whispered, his voice like syrup in my ear.“Keep that pretty cunt open fur me, aye?”
He nipped my earlobe, and I whimpered, already clenching around him.My lips parted as his knot twitched before growing again.He lifted my leg over his thigh, opening me wider untilI felt the slow spear of his cock inching into movement again.I clenched around him, helpless against the heat blooming inside me. It was building again, so soon—
“Now yae get it,” he said, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear.
“Yer heat’s no over, darlin’. Not until ah fill this sweet hole up and yae start carryin’oor pups.”
My body jolted.
“What?” I breathed, heart skipping—not sure if I heard him right.
But the rhythm of his hips answered before he did.
“Touch yerself, darlin’,” he cajoled, voice like gravel as he pulled my leg higher and thrust deeper.
“Oh God,” I panted, burying my face into the sweatshirt beneath me, soaking in his scent. It was everywhere—on my skin, in my mouth, inside me.
