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He leaned back as his hand ran over my ass before he gave it a light slap. I squeaked in surprise as he chuckled and gave me another slap.

“You are exquisite,” he said. “Every inch of you is made for bedding.”

I shivered when he ran a hand around to my hip before slipping it between my thighs. He pulled me firmly against him.

“I could spend hours looking at you, touching you, fucking you.”

My breasts became heavier at his words as he dipped a finger into me.

“And so wet,” he murmured. “So ripe and ready for me.”

He shifted me so his cock nestled between my thighs. He guided it partially into me while continuing to rub my clit; my muscles clenched around him, drawing him deeper.

Unable to resist, I rolled my hips until he slid in further. “That’s it, little thorn. Get me inside you.”

I gasped at the familiar sensation of him stretching and filling me. It had been so long since we’d been together, and while his size was a little uncomfortable, it was also right.

His fingers biting into my skin as he gripped my hips, Knox guided me further, but he didn’t shove me down or drive upward. He wanted to; I could sense that in the rigidity of his muscles, but he restrained himself.

There was that glimmer of his old, kinder heart, but it would vanish soon. It never lasted. That didn’t matter as all I cared about now was having him fuck me into oblivion.

As he slipped deeper inside me, an overwhelming feeling of completeness robbed my breath. I bit my lip at the increasing discomfort as his finger circled my clit again.

“Knox,” I breathed. “More. Give me more.”

His hand clasped my throat again, pulling me back while he lifted his hips and buried himself completely within me. The discomfort of having him inside me eased as he continued to tease my clit while remaining still.

“Fuck, Briar. I could come just from looking at you.”

Claws grazed down my breasts before he rolled a nipple between his fingers. I moaned as my head tipped back and little tendrils of electricity rippled across my skin.

When I was certain it wouldn’t cause any discomfort, I circled my hips and groaned as his cock hit a spot deep inside me—one that I’d forgotten existed without him in my life.

Things were so different from what they were before, but some things remained the same. No matter how much we changed, we still fit perfectly together.

His arm locked around me, pulling my back against his chest and holding me as I rode him. Claws pricked my flesh, but they didn’t sink in as he struggled to retain his control.

When he rubbed small circles around my clit, I bucked against him, demanding more as my breath came in small pants. It was almost too much to bear as the pleasure and pain mingled together.

His teeth clamped down on my neck, and my whole body jolted as a startled cry escaped me. It wasn’t a shifter claiming bite; there were no fangs, and he didn’t pierce my flesh, but he kept me pinned against him as he thrust within me, hitting that spot again and again.

With his finger working my clit, the pressure growing inside me built toward exquisite torment. When he growled against me, my loud cry drowned out the storm as I came apart.

My body bowed against him as waves of ecstasy cascaded through me. It was so overwhelming that pieces of me fragmented like glass from a dropped mirror. They scattered to the far reaches of the kingdoms.

I wasn’t sure I could ever put those pieces back together, and I didn’t care as tremors wracked my body. He bit harder, but still didn’t break my skin before releasing his bite. I was still quivering when he stood and carried me to the bed.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

Knox

The beast roared within me as it bashed itself against its cage and clamored to be set free. Its shrieks were like those of a wild hyena caught in a trap.

For years, it was the only one who fucked. While the beast handled it far better than I ever could, it also loathed having to fuck those who sought to dominate and humiliate it.

It loathed the casters but not her. It desired her in every possible way, and I wouldn’t let it play.

Since the beast was a favorite amongst the casters, they thoroughly enjoyed tormenting it. However, they sometimes suffered the consequences of their actions. It wasn’t often the beast managed to sink its teeth into someone, but when it did, it shredded whatever flesh it could.