Page 399 of Primal

“Tell your blocky fiancée I said hi.”

Another door slams.

I snort into Kade’s shoulder. “You’re a monster.”

We burst out laughing—the kind that tastes like relief after too damn long in the dark.

His arm wraps around me. “That kid’s gonna need therapy.”

I pillow my cheek on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “You think he still wants to move in with us?”

“Yeah. He’s already got us down for a puppy.”

“Wait, us?”

He doesn’t answer—just tugs me closer.

I settle into his side, sweat cooling—

The woods. The chapel. His knife. Me on that altar, him with a bullet in his gut.

And now, this. Us.

Tangled up. Alive.

His hand curls around my hip.

“Kade …”

He’s hardening again. His smile is lazy. Dangerous. “That didn’t count as aftercare, did it?”

“That was aftercare?”

His fingers dip lower. Slick and seeking. He rubs a tight circle on my clit.

“Okay,” I breathe, hips twitching. “Maybe partial credit.”

His teeth graze my neck. “Then I’ll make it worth the full grade.”

He flips me and pushes back in, his body blanketing mine.

“You’re still so tight,” he growls, dragging his fingers along where we’re connected.

I’m soaked. Stretched. Slick enough he’s gliding in and out with obscene ease, and he knows it. He’s using it. Dragging every breathy sigh out of me.

“You sure you’re not just addicted to me?”

He chuckles. “You have no idea.”

He fists my hair. His other arm slides under me, palm cupping my breast. Thumb circling my nipple until I’m squirming beneath him.

“Kade, fuck—”

The drag of him, thick and hard—and I’m already tilting my hips. I arch back into him.

“Wait.”

His cock twitches inside me, but he stills.