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Arwan cups my jaw as I cry out. “I’ve got you,” he promises as I try to close my legs.

Godric is not as tender as Ze’ev, but my body submits to the demanding sucks as I tremble and ache for more.

A soothing sensation flows down my throat from Arwan’s touch, and I realize he’s strengthening me with his magic. Blue power tingles and glimmers over my skin as Godric groans and pushes his large tongue inside me.

My eyes roll back in my head, and the curling heat in my stomach slowly begins to unwind.

“Yes,” I say on a breath. “More of that.”

I need to be filled up from the inside. My body screams to be stretched and full. The emptiness within is what’s burning so much.

“Prop up her hips so I can reach better,” Godric orders.

I squeak as Arwan complies, lifting my hips by propping my bottom on his hands, and the Alpha groans in approval before he takes advantage of the position.

Pleasure slams into me as I dig my fingers into Arwan’s thighs. He whispers words of encouragement as I unravel on demand, my flesh absorbing every stroke and suck from the Alpha between my thighs.

“Can you take more?” Arwan asks me.

He’s monitoring my body, my tolerance, and how far we can take this. Satisfying this insane heat while I’m human is a dance I don’t know how to navigate.

But the royal seems happy to lead.

“More,” I agree as Godric watches me with his bright amber eyes. Those flecks of gold in his irises seem to glow as if his wolf is clawing from deep within, pushing him to devour me.

Something inside me wants him to.

Arwan lowers me, then holds open my legs while he talks to the Alpha. “I will impale you with a thousand magic darts if you knot her,” Arwan warns him as Godric eyes my weeping sex. The Alpha’s mouth parts as his canines sharpen.

His wolf seems to be fighting for control, but Godric flexes his bloody fingers. “What do you want, Liliana?” he asks me.

Even now, he lets me have a choice.

“I want you to fuck me,” I say as a blush curls over my cheeks. “I want you to knot me,” I add.

His amber eyes flick up to meet mine as he freezes.

Arwan curses from behind me. “You can’t handle that, little queen. You’re not a shifter.”

“Whatever it is, I want it,” I repeat as Godric’s muscles bunch and flex as if he’s fighting himself.

Growing tired of all of this, and feeling drunk with arousal, I reach out and tug at Godric’s belt. “Take this off.”

Arwan’s hand is on my wrist, holding me still. “You don’t understand, little queen. When an Alpha shifts part of his body, he forms a knot near the base of his cock. The gland can take up the lower band of the shaft, depending on the dominance of the wolf.” He eyes Godric as if he fully expects his knot to be of monstrous proportions. “It will swell,” he continues, making a thrill run up my spine, “and lock his mate in place to fill her with his seed.” My eyes widen as he describes the foreign act of intimacy. “Your anatomy won’t accept it. It’ll tear you in two.”

Defeat crushes me.

This is why Godric said he couldn’t take me as a mate. It’s not some stupid curse or whatever else he made up just to spare my feelings.

I’m not biologically compatible with him.

Maybe that’s what the infusions are for, but perhaps I’m not taking to them like he thought I should.

Maybe I’m broken.

“But he can fuck you,” Arwan says, making my chest tighten with hope. “It should be enough to break the heat. This isn’t a full-blown heat. It’s only mimicking one.”

I don’t even want to know what a full-blown heat would feel like if this isn’t the full force of one.