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His omega needed him, and he would not fail her.

Gently, he threaded his arm between her thighs, hooking his elbow under her knee as he lined himself to her sex from behind, both laying on their sides.

She was already dripping with slick, the scent having calmed back into something sweet since he’d begun tending her.

Fern may have resisted him at the start, but on some level, she wanted him there. And if that was all he had for now, he’d take it.

He drove himself in slowly, trying not to wake her.

But it was hard to keep his own moans silent, because he’d never felt anything like her. Walls of warm silk enveloped him as he thrust, muscles contracting in ripples that pulled him in deeper.

And bless the moon for omegas, because now that he’d learned what knotting was supposed to feel like, he didn’t know if he could ever go back to anything less.

Her eyes shot open, and when she realized what was happening, began to protest.

“Shhh,” he soothed, slowing down for just a moment. He felt her body tense and struggle against him, but he knew it was just her needing him more. She didn’t understand yet, but he would guide her. That was his duty as her alpha. “I have you, Fern. You’re doing so well for me.”

“No, please…”

“Shhh…”

He picked up the pace, feeling both of their orgasms coming. “You need my knot, don’t you? Sweet little Fern, do you want it?”

She closed her eyes, let in a shuddering breath, and nodded.

“Aye, let me take care of you.”

He kissed her on the top of her head as he drove harder, until finally they were locked together, and stars formed in the periphery of his vision.

Darion had lost count how many times he’d knotted her in…

Gods, he’d lost count of the days, too.

But still, every time her body welcomed him in and kept him there, milking him for more and more seed, it was just like the first.

Exquisite.

When his cock had expelled the last of it, his hand rested on her lower belly, cupping the small curve and holding it in his palm.

“There could be a pup here,” he said. “Our pup.”

And when she cried, he hoped they were tears of happiness.

Chapter 39

Fern

It was a cruel twist of fate to be given the only thing you wanted once you had finally given up hope of ever getting it.

She dug her face into the blanket, fingers curling into the sweat, seed, and slick-coated fabric as he drove himself inside her from behind, his hands on her waist.

“Fuck,” he panted, thrusting harder. “This is what you need. And I have it, just for you. My omega, my Fern…”

She flinched.

Fern remembered wishing for the day he’d call her by her name, but hearing it now from his lips was painful and strange.

As if she’d walked by a cow and it started barking.