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I kiss her.

“I want to ride you,” she whispers.

“Are you saying I should deflate the knot?”

“No.”

I chuckle. “You don’t know what you want.”

“I want everything.”

“I can give you everything.”

The discomfort I read on her face makes me think she’s not ready for everything. Too bad. I don’t call her out on it. I’m smarter than I appear.

I release the elastic holding her long hair and comb her thick platinum-blonde strands through my fingers. Her hair tumbles down her shoulders like an avalanche. I bring a strand to my nose. My eyes roll back.

“You smell divine,” I tell her.

“Thanks.”

I deflate the knot, and Runa sits up so she can ride me. Her hair cascades over her breasts and tickles my sides as she leans in to grip my chest hair and hold on for a ride.

I cup her face.

She’s barely keeping her eyes open. She bites her lips. I trail my hands down her body and cup her butt cheeks. I give them a few slaps, and Runa moves over my dick faster.

I push my finger into her butthole.

That sets her off.

A flame near me shimmers, turning pearlescent right in front of my eyes. I try to get a better look, but Runa comes and falls forward on my chest. Her hair covers my face. I can’t see past it. And to think she’s not a fan of hair when she has ten times more than I do. Pfft.

Runa nips my jaw. Possessive, this one. Likes to mark me.

“More,” she says.

I roll over her and pound into her until I exhaust us both.

Chapter 27

Ash

People who are naturally wired for work love their jobs and take great pleasure in performing them. They rise early, ready to get as much done as they can. Runa must be one of them, because, at dawn, she lifts her head from my chest, gets up, and makes coffee. Minutes later, she prepares breakfast.

“Good morning,” I say, then stretch out on her nest.

“Good morning, Alpha.” Runa pulls on her jeans.

That “Alpha” sounded formal. Uh-oh. I don’t think so. At this rate, we’re going to have a fight bright and early. That’s fine. I love a good conflict, as long as we can make up later. Right here in the nest.

“Going somewhere?” I ask.

Runa offers me a plate of cheese and dry beef. “Last day of the chores from the bet I lost.”

“No, thank you,” I reject the plate, since she won’t eat with me. After she finishes her chores, she’ll eat breakfast with her family. It’s a Stormcrest royal family routine. It’s where decisions get made. That old alpha does have one thing right: he keeps his family close and his children closer.

I have no family left. I eat alone. I make decisions alone.