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She couldn’t bear it.

She couldn’t live through it.

As her inner flesh sucked at his shuttling erection, she couldn’t help releasing the mat with one hand, her arm curving back to bury her fingers in the long silken strands of his hair as it fell over her shoulder and face.

He licked at the mark on her shoulder.

His incisors raked over the little wound, and she knew—

Liza shuddered at the knowledge.

Her thighs clenched, her pussy gripped his cock tighter, spasmed and with a desperate, agonized cry, she felt herself suddenly hurtling through the blazing, blinding center of pure ecstasy—a rapture that imploded, crashed inside her and began setting off an explosive series of fireworks that radiated through her body.

Behind her, Stygian was still fucking her. The hard, driving strokes powered inside her with a force that triggered one ecstatic explosion after the next.

Throbbing violently, the blood pounding through heavy veins, each impalement was another sharp, brutally explosion burst of release until he buried inside her with one last desperate thrust. A snarl sounded behind her a breath before the sharp incisors sank into the mating mark once more.

She was jerking beneath him.

She was melting around him.

The feel of his release spurting inside her, the mating knot suddenly extending a portion of the already broad length of his cock, locking her in the desperately flexing muscle that milked at it, sent her rushing headlong into an explosion of pure violent ecstasy.

An agony of rapture held her suspended, exploding over and over again inside the quaking depths of her pussy. Spurt after spurt of heated semen gushed inside her, filling the depths of her pussy as tears of agony and ecstasy spilled from her eyes.

It seemed never ending. The waves upon waves of such overwhelmingly intense sensation tore reality from her mind and kept her hips jerking against his, her body shuddering until she feared there was no way to survive it.

But as each pulse of ecstasy became shorter, less dramatic, until finally, with one last wave of electrified sensation, Liza found herself collapsed against the mat, soaked with perspiration and weak with exhaustion.

Behind her, his cock still locked in the heavy muscles of her pussy, his tongue lapping at the mating mark, eas

ing the bite, Stygian’s breathing was harsh, growls emanating from his throat at irregular intervals.

As the pleasure eased and a shadow of reality returned, she could feel the change within herself. Some feeling, some knowledge she wasn’t yet certain of, that she knew would change her forever.

The knowledge of it had a wave of fear just waiting to tear through her.

“What have you done to me?” She was too exhausted, too drained to feel anything other than repletion at the moment.

Repletion, and a certainty that there was no preparing herself for what was to come.

“The same thing you’ve done to me.” His voice was heavy, dark and indolent with the pleasure and release that had swept through him as well.

“And what is that?” She had to force each word past her lips.

Exhaustion was making her voice slurred, heavy. Making herself worry was impossible. Fear didn’t have a chance.

Yet.

As she waited for him to speak, she felt him shudder above her, the knot that had locked him inside her slowly receding and losing possession of her inner flesh.

“What is it?” He sighed. “Possession. You own me, Liza. That’s what mating ensures. Heart. Body. God, my very soul. You own it all. We belong to each other in ways we’ve never belonged before. In ways I never imagined I could belong to anyone.” His lips pressed against her shoulder, warm, lazy with satisfaction. “I love you, Liza. With every part of my body, my heart and my soul. I love you.”

Trepidation was rising inside her now. She’d already begun to suspect the truth, and the certainty of it now filled her with dread.

“I wasn’t in the market to be owned,” she whispered as panic tried and failed to rise inside her. “I liked myself nice and free and single, thank you.”

“I think you’re very nice,” he drawled as he eased his cock slowly from the grip of her pussy and collapsed beside her before pulling her against the warmth of his chest. “You’re free. You’re single,” he said gently as he brushed his cheek against her hair. “But, you have to admit, Liza, it’s nice to belong, isn’t it? To know you were the dream that kept me fighting for my freedom, for all the Breeds’ survival. For this moment in time, for the heart of a woman I knew awaited me. Surely it’s not so terrifying?”

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