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I walk her to the bed, and when my shins hit the frame, we fall together. Every inch of her molds to me. My cock jerks and my skin feels electrified.

I stand, and she unhooks her legs. Her dress rides up, revealing panties darkened with slick. Her chest rises and falls quickly, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. The thought of her mouth on me makes me grit my teeth. Her gaze drops to my straining cock.

Bram and Jack step up beside the bed, but I snap at them with my teeth bared. Bram growls back, our eyes locking before I yield.

“He’s in rut,” Jack says through the roaring in my head. My vision tunnels until she’s all I see.Mine.She bites her lip and I try to lunge, but strong hands clamp on my arms, holding me back. I struggle, but they don't let go.

“Let him go,” Clara says.

Bram and Jack share a look.

“He’s in rut, Ghost. I don’t want him to hurt you, and it would kill him if he did,” Bram warns.

“He won’t,” she says softly, still looking at Bram. “You won’t let him.”

Bram meets my gaze. “No biting.” The command hits hard. Then he releases me, and I tear free from Jack.

Clara’s at the pillows, but I grab her ankles and drag her down the bed. Her startled squeak makes me harder.

“Slow,” Bram barks.

“If I don’t tell you I need your help,” she snaps at him, “then I don’t need your help.”

Bram steps back.

Myhands grip her hips hard as I flip her onto her stomach. Her breathing turns ragged, perfume thick in the air. She likes giving me what I want, and it feeds my alpha hunger.

I hook my fingers in her panties and yank as fabric tears in my fists. She groans as they fall away, her bare ass framed by the bunched hem of her dress. I grab each soft globe, nipping at the flesh until Bram’s warning growl halts my teeth.

Slick runs down her thighs. I lick it up like I’ve been starving, her taste pure apple pie. It's warm, sweet, perfect. She’s loving it.

Two fingers slide through her folds, circling her clit. She keens, and my cock throbs. I notch the head at her entrance. She wiggles, the tip slipping just inside is too much for my rut-drunk brain.

I fist her hair, pulling her taut like a bow. I slam home in one brutal thrust. Her gasp breaks into a moan as slick floods around me. I don’t wait. I fuck her deep and fast, hips snapping forward like I’ll never get enough.

“Dagan!” she cries between thrusts. “More!”

The sound wrecks me. I reach between us, gather slick from where I’m buried, and spread it up to her tight little rosebud. One press, then another, and I’m fucking both holes, cock in her cunt, fingers in her ass, while my other hand circles her clit in tight, sure patterns. She arches back, chasing more.

“Knot me. God, Dagan, please—please!”

I can’t deny her. On the next thrust, I shove deep, knot swelling. She cries out, her walls fluttering violently as her orgasm crashes through her. I pull out, making her whimper, then slam the knot back in. Again. Again. Until it’s too big to pull free.

I come, forcing every drop deep inside her. Pressing her into the mattress, my body curls protectively over hers, scenting her, breathing her in until there’s nothing else.

Mine. Always mine.

Clara

Victorjoinedusforbreakfast. Whatever Bram said to him before the séance seems to have reached him, even just a little bit. Or maybe he heard his brother with me last night and decided it wasn't worth it to be so obstinate. I catch Dagan’s stare across the table and duck my head, heat climbing up my cheeks.

A knock at the front door has us all turning. Bram goes to open it, and a sharp,“What the fuck,”has all of us getting up and moving toward the front entry.

Victor, Dagan, and Jack form a wall of alphas in front of me, forcing me to peer between them to see anything. When I finally catch a glimpse of who’s in the doorway, my breath catches and my heart races.

Finian stands there. Same piercing blue eyes. Same high cheekbones. Same slicked-back white-blonde hair.

I push past the alphas, but Victor, of all people, grabs my hand to keep me from getting too close. The contact sends sparkles up my arms, and I don’t pull away.