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Stuffed with our pup.

Our offspring.

With the love of my life.

Chapter 21

Aliana

Sorin seemed to be having a private moment. While his brain recalibrated, I slipped my hand beneath his collar. Every day I’d gazed at that thick, juicy, biteable neck—it made me hungry to sink my teeth into the muscle and tendon. I wanted to taste his blood on my tongue when I marked him. Our mating ceremony had only been the first step of being bound.

His chest heaved, and the light returned to his once-blank eyes.

“Feed me, Alpha King. I’m ever so hungry tonight,” I whispered as he blinked.

His eyes flicked up, and I felt his hand settle on my waist.

“Oh, I am going to feed every part of you tonight—until you beg for mercy,” he growled.

The monk was gone. The manwhore was back. A phrase that would never have crossed my mind before tonight. But as he began uncovering the dishes, I tightened my hold around his neck.

The Moon Goddess had placed our bond above all others.

Sorin was mine.

I opened my mouth as the feeding began. My eyes didn’t inspect the food between his fingers—not because I didn’t want to, but because I couldn’t look away from the tenderness in his.

Salt, meat, herbs.

I licked every digit clean.

“My Queen,” he murmured, his eyes dropping to my lips.

He still didn’t remove his fingers.

I sucked harder.

We have them now, Zira purred. We claim them tonight.

If I can make it through dinner, I replied, feeling a sudden gush of slick soak through the delicate fabric of my underwear.

He suddenly sniffed, hard. Twice.

Malakh’s growl was deep and low.

He pulled his fingers from my mouth and gripped my waist, rearranging my position until I straddled him. Hands on his shoulders, his thick length nestled beneath me. His growl still rattled between us, and Zira didn’t answer it.

I rolled my hips slowly, pressing down against his hardening cock. There was no room left for fear. Need had taken over.

The words left my mouth. Terrible words. Without thought or care.

“Food can wait,” I growled, and slammed my lips over his.

He was waiting. Ready to receive.

He answered my call, raising his hips to meet me and growling into my mouth as his tongue thrust against mine. I leaned into him, pressing my body down, feeling his growl vibrate through my chest. His thick length rubbed against my aching pussy. The lightest touch made me gasp into his ravaging mouth.

Zira finally answered. Her growl began as a low rumble, but somewhere in the void, it turned vicious.