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Brynn

His words sent heat flooding through me. I began to rock my hips, finding a rhythm that dragged his ridged cock against every sensitive spot inside me. The sensation was overwhelming—those alien nubs scraping against my walls in a way no human lover could replicate, creating a friction that built steadily toward something explosive.

I braced my hands against his chest, feeling the scaled texture of him beneath my palms, the steady thrum of his heart. His hands remained at my hips, guiding my movements, lifting me slightly, and then pulling me back down to meet his upward thrusts.

“Yes,” I gasped, my head falling back as pleasure coiled tight in my belly. “Thexan, yes—"

He surged up beneath me, his strength effortless as he drove deeper, hitting a spot inside me that made me cry out. I rode him harder then, losing myself in the rhythm, in the heat, in the absolute rightness of this connection that had been tested and held.

My breasts bounced with each movement, and his gaze dropped to watch them, his pupils expanding with desire. I felt beautiful in a way I hadn’t in years—desired not despite my age and scars and practical nature, but because of who I was, fully seen and fully chosen.

“Thexan,” I panted, feeling the edge approaching. “I’m close—”

“Let go,” he commanded, his voice rough with his own approaching peak. “Come for me, Brynn. Show me I am forgiven.”

I laughed breathlessly, the sound breaking into a moan as he thrust up harder, angling to hit that perfect spot again and again. “There’s nothing to forgive,” I managed, even as the pleasure built to unbearable heights. “You chose to stay. That’s all that matters.”

He growled then, a sound of pure possession, and his hand slid between us to find my clit. His touch was precise, circling with exactly the pressure I needed, and that was enough to push me over the edge.

I came with a cry that I didn’t try to muffle, my inner muscles clamping down on him in rhythmic pulses that seemed to go on and on. Through the haze of pleasure, I felt him follow me, his body going rigid beneath me as his climax erupted.

Thexan

Her orgasm triggered my own, the sensation rushing through me with a force that made my vision blur. I pulsed inside her, hot and endless, my seed flooding her depths as my body shuddered with release.

And then—the knot.

The swelling began at my base, rapid and unstoppable, expanding to lock us together as biology demanded. Brynn cried out again as it stretched her, filling her completely, pressing against that sensitive spot inside her, and forcing a second peak from her before the first had fully faded.

She collapsed forward onto my chest, her breath coming in gasps against my throat, her body trembling through the aftershocks. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, feeling the knot pulse gently inside her as we remained joined in the most intimate way possible.

“Thirty minutes,” she whispered against my skin, a faint smile in her voice.

“Approximately,” I confirmed, my own voice thick with satisfaction.

She lifted her head to look at me, her eyes still glazed with pleasure, her hair wild around her face. “I love you,” she said, the words simple and absolute. “Even when you’re impossible.”

The statement moved through me with a force that had nothing to do with biology or the bond.

I didn’t entirely understand what the word encompassed, so I said, “You are mine. I will remain. I will learn.”

She kissed me then, soft and slow, while the knot held us joined and the world outside waited.

“And you are mine,” she whispered against my lips. “Now hold me.”

I did. For thirty minutes, for an hour, for as long as she would let me. I held her as the knot gradually subsided, as we separated and came together again in a slower, gentler joining that lasted until the light faded completely from the window.

And when we finally slept, tangled together in the narrow bed that had become our sanctuary, I knew with absolute certainty that I would never choose distance over her again.

She was my mate. My heart. My home.

And I was hers, completely, for whatever came next.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Brynn

Morning came differently.