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I roll onto my side beside her. Hold her hand against my chest, where the bond is still pulsing warm and golden.

“My wife,” I whisper.

“It’s gone. The scar,” she says, kissing me on the lips hard. “This is so wonderful. I love you so much, Julian.”

Thirty-Six

AUGUST

Ihave been waiting patiently for my turn to make love to Liana. I touch my cock as I climb onto the bed beside her. I’ve been hard and aching ever since I watched Ezra sink his teeth into her collarbone, and it wasn’t painful for her.

She is on her side. Panting.

Her face flushed, her eyes drifting closed and open again, three pack marks blooming gold and warm on her body— collarbone, ass cheek, forearm. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

My gaze travels down her body. The curve of her pregnant belly. The soft swell of her breasts. The dip of her waist.

“August,” she calls softly. Her voice is drowsy.

“I’m here,” I whisper. I kiss her cheek. Her skin is damp with sweat. But while she’s knotted to Julian, I glance down at her ass.

Between her ass cheeks, Cole’s release is still leaking out of her tight back entrance in a fresh white trickle, running slowly down the soft valley between her cheeks. The candlelight catches it. Gleams on it. Her small pink ring is still slightly open from Cole, glistening wet, and the sight of it makes me growl.

I need to claim her ass next.

I reach for the small soft cloth on the bedside table. Beside it, there’s a basin of rose water, which is still warm. I dip the cloth gently into the water. It comes away warm and fragrant.

I move to her on the bed. Gently roll her further onto her side so I have full access. Spread her ass cheeks open with one hand.

“August, what are you doing?”

“Relax,” I murmur. “I just need to get you clean, baby. Then I’ll make a mess inside of you. Only my cum will be leaking out of you.”

I use the cloth in my other hand to wipe her carefully. The soft skin between her cheeks. Her thighs where the white trickle has dripped. The small pink ring of her ass — I clean it with infinite tenderness, the cloth warm and gentle against her sensitive skin.

I am doing this for her comfort. But I am also doing this for myself. I need her clean for me. I need to be the only one in her body in the next few minutes. The only release. The only mark.

I set the cloth aside and look at her clean, tight little hole.

It is still slightly open. Still glistening pink. Waiting for me.

I bring my middle finger to her opening. Press gently.

My finger sinks in easily. She has been worked open thoroughly already, and my finger meets almost no resistance. I sink in to the second knuckle.

She moans softly. “More,” she whispers against the pillow. “Please, August. I want more in my ass. I need you there.”

“Is this what you want, baby?” I ask, my voice rough. “You want my cock in this tight little ass?”

“Yes. God, yes. Please.”

I withdraw my finger. A small fresh trickle of Cole’s release that I had not been able to wipe out comes with it, and I growl, determined to fill her ass with my release.

I put my finger back inside her.

My finger moves in slow circles inside her ass, and another small slow trickle escapes around it, and I cannot stop watching. The soft pink of her ass clenching around my finger. The faint shudder of her hip every time I push deeper.

I add a second finger, pumping my fingers in and out of her tight little anus. She is so wet. So loose. So ready. I am going to lose my mind. Pulling my fingers out, I spread her ass cheeks wide with both hands. My cock is throbbing against my stomach, leaking pre-cum in a thin strand.