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“This is going to hurt, love. I detest having to do this to you, but I promise it will be worth it.”

I nod, thinking back to the women that lost their virginity to the stone phallus of Xiarius. Truth be told this is a far better sacrifice. No matter how warm the spring made the stone, it was still rigid, unyielding. How many times did I help clean that immovable cock, dreaming of the day when it would be my turn?

Davix feels nothing like that. His very being pulses with life. I feel him throbbing inside me, twitching as he holds himself back. His frame vibrates as he holds himself aloft, watching every movement that shifts about my face.

“I love you.” The moment the words leave his lips, he surges forward, forcing his cock past my barrier.

The scream that lodges in my throat stills as his lips cover mine, swallowing the sound deep inside him, taking it into himself. Light sparks beneath my eyelids as my body stretches, to accommodate him, clenching around the hardened steel of his shaft as he jerks inside me.

Pulling away from my lips, he slides down toward my ear, groaning as he holds me even tighter. “Gods, Ladria. You feel like heaven.”

CHAPTER 19

Davix

I hold myself as still as humanly possible, granting her body time to get used to this intrusion. Sweat beads across my forehead as my body trembles around her. Every muscle in her body is tense, primed for flight. I don’t want to move until she can relax and enjoy the ride.

I can’t help but study her face, noting the winces of pain with any slight movement I make. It rips away at my soul, staining my conscience in a way that I aim to repay. Reaching between us, I slide my finger over her mound, grazing against her clit.

The moan that spills from her lips is music to my ears. It’s soft and plaintive, a far cry from the anguished tones from earlier. I continue to pleasure her, noting the hitch in her breath as I pinch the delicate nub between my thumb and forefinger

After several minutes, her body melts in my arms. No longer are her legs wrapped around me like a vise, they hang low on my hips as she grinds against my fingers, riding me with short thrusts. Her inner walls squeeze around me, choking me as her orgasm builds.

Groaning, I grit my teeth, willing my body to hold out while I see to her pleasure. I want this to be good for her. I want her to look back on this time in lustful wonderment and not painful fear.

The soft moan as her body shudders around me goes straight to my balls, making them clench up with need. Already, my knot enlarges stretching her delicate tissues even more. However, instead of causing discomfort, it seems to bring out a ferocity in her that I haven’t known before.

She digs her fingers into my shoulders, so hard she is close to drawing blood. Her eyes are wild, nearly black as she undulates her body up and down, fucking me with inexperienced strokes. Growling against her damp skin, I wrap my arms around her body, pinning her to me as I ease myself out of her tight, welcoming heat, only to drive back in with a hard, punishing stroke.

Ladria’s grip on me increases as her head falls back, her lips slack as moans pour out, filling the air with that decadent sound. It’s better than I could have ever imagined, and I don’t want this moment to ever end.

Only one thing is missing, and that’s my ability to scent her, joining her in this heat by allowing myself a rut. Maybe by her next heat, I can indulge. Perhaps things will be safer for both of us then. As it is, I still have to go to work. I still have to put up the front that I’m alone without a mate to call my own.

And so, I take what I can, reveling in the moment as best as my body allows. However, even amid all this erotic ardor, there’s a tenderness that unravels from within me. I want nothing more than to shower her with all the love that’s in me to possess, possibly breaking down those barriers she’s erected between us.

Because, despite everything, I can still feel the wall between us. It’s more than just the other omegas that I’ve had to assist at the clinic. It’s something deeper, far more insidious. I just wish I knew what it was so I could lay it to rest.

Staring down at her wide eyes, pupils blown to the point where she probably can’t even see clearly, I infuse as much love as I can into each hard stroke. Her body responds to this rough treatment, gifting me with sighs, moans, and mindless pleas as I pound into her, tying her to me in this moment.

Tingles of arousal trip down my spine, wrapping around me with each jerk of my hips. My balls continue to tighten. This is where I belong — in between the thighs of the woman I crave.

As I clutch her to me, my knot expands, forcing her open even more. I start to purr, but soon realize that she doesn’t need it. Her body sings for me, clenching as if approaching another orgasm. Allowing myself to revel in the feel of her hot, silken skin wrapping around me, I slam home one final time as my knot hooks behind her pubic bone, locking us into place.

Keening wails pour from her throat as her nails score my back. I growl in kind, rocking back and forth as ropes of hot cum fill her womb. With any luck, this one mating will get her pregnant. If not, I’ll fuck her every moment I can. It’s the only way to ensure she’ll never leave me.

Once she’s with child, the mothering instincts will take over, forcing her to seek out my help and protection. I detest that it’s come to this, but I know no other way of keeping her safe. Closing my eyes, I rest my forehead against hers, filling my thoughts with a bouncing baby toddling after me, and of Ladria as the perfect doting mother.

Blinding pain cuts into my thoughts, drawing a loud roar from between my lips. Before I can pull away, tendrils of ropes slice into my body, anchoring me to the omega beneath me. The one whose teeth are firmly embedded in my chest. Not willing to hurt her, I cradle her head, enduring the pain as she marks me, forever claiming me as her mate.

Colors burst from behind my eyelids as our psyches merge into one. Not only do I still feel my own pleasure coursing through my veins, but I can also now feel hers. It’s not as strong, however, as if it’s a shadow that’s superimposing itself onto me. Groaning, I rock my hips back and forth, reveling in the pleasure her body derives from me.

For a moment, everything is laid bare, just not in any way that I can comprehend. It’s not words, thoughts, or memories — more like feelings pummeling my brain. Fear, anger, and lust swirl together, slamming into me hard enough to steal my breath. These aren’t from me. They’re all from her.

Try as I might, I can’t decipher any true cause. The lust, I understand. The anger, I can see. But where is all this fear coming from? No matter how hard I try to ferret it out, nothing makes sense. And then, as if none of it existed, everything leaves until it’s just mine and her lusts intertwining together.

What still plagues me, however, is what brought this change in her? When did this happen? When did she go from aloof and standoffish to wanting to stake her claim? No doubt the scent of the other omegas finally made her snap.

I don’t begrudge her, however. I’m actually grateful she did this. Since I’m unable to claim her until our situation is far safer, it’s relieving to at least have her mark on me. It will make things far easier at work but, more importantly, without my mark, no one can use her as a pawn. That’s the thing I’m most worried about.