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“Fill me, mate,” I said, and raised myself enough to position its dripping head against my ass. “Fill me and knot me and never let me go.”

He guided my arms around his neck and held himself steady while I dropped slowly onto both his cocks. The stretch was so good and so familiar and he was such a perfect fit that it had begun to feel like coming home.

By the time I was fully seated—at least to the top of his knot—I was gasping for air with my nails digging into the back of his neck and his shoulder blades.

He held me still and let out a guttural groan. “Keela.”

So much love and pleasure poured into me through our bond that I felt dizzy with the sheer depth and volume of how much he wanted me.

“I love you,” I said against his chest, knowing even though my voice was muffled he’d hear me just fine. “Gods, you feel…you feel so good.”

He put my hand on his breastbone over his hearts and drew back so he could look into my eyes. “These beat for you,” he said, covering my hand with his much larger one and pressing it until his rapid double heartbeat thudded against my palm. “If you didn’t believe that before, now you can. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Nothing I wouldn’t give.”

The fierceness of that promise blazed through our bond like plasma.

“I don’t need much from you,” I said, cupping his face with my other hand. “Just forever.”

He pressed his forehead to mine. “You have it.”

He let me set the pace, guiding me, supporting my weight with his hands on my hips, and keeping me spread open so making love with both his cocks was as easy as breathing. Every rise was a symphony of pleasure as his ridges rubbed against every sensitive place inside me, and every fall was an entirely different chorus of sensations. Our cries blended, accompanied by the slick sounds of our bodies moving together.

My climax built slowly, delicious tension coiling low in my belly with every drag against my inner walls of a thick ridge or perfectly placed piercing.

And when I finally wanted to go faster and take him harder, he helped me do that too, until he was growling and I was screaming his name and grinding my hips on every drop.

Suddenly I was on my back and he was above me once more, his wings spread wide until they blocked out the entire room from my view.

He was beautiful and dangerous and steady as stone, and he was mine.

Maybe he caught that last word somehow through our bond because he went a little wild, caging me with his arms before driving himself deep, deeper, and deeper still until I was taking his knot all the way to the base of him.

Knot grinding against my inner walls, he rocked inside me once, twice…

“Jarrix,” I sobbed, and came wrapped in the safety and promise of his powerful embrace.

A moment later, he shuddered hard, growled into my ear, and climaxed in almost a dozen hot releases that filled my overstuffed pussy and my clenching ass until I felt full to bursting. His twitching cocks set off another soft orgasm that made my eyes flutter closed.

Our shared pleasure and satisfaction blended until I truly had no sense of where each of us ended and the other began. With Jarrix’s arms around me and his knot securing us together, I let myself drift in bliss.

Some hazy time later, he rolled us carefully so I was lying on his rumbling chest. He hummed something soft and gentle as he caressed my back in long, languid strokes. My mind was quiet for once, and his contentment was a constant soft warmth in my chest that helped it stay that way.

“I love feeling you so at peace,” he murmured, toying with my hair. “I love you in every mood, but this…this is especially good.”

“You love my every mood?” I summoned enough energy to rest my chin on his chest and regard him skeptically through half-open eyes. “You know some of those moods are very…stabby.”

“I’ll tell you a secret, Captain.” He drew a lock of my hair to his nose and inhaled before letting it slip through his fingers. “Those stabby moods are the ones I love most of all.”

“Glad to hear it.” I settled back in and closed my eyes. “Because stabby is my default setting and I don’t think that’s likely to change anytime soon.”

“Good,” he said softly—so softly I almost didn’t hear it.

With a smile on my lips, I succumbed to the steady thrumming of the Vespira’s engines and Jarrix’s quiet rumble and drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER 24

KEELA

With only three hours remaining in our journey back to Trakhan, Jarrix and I finally emerged from our quarters to eat a quick meal and settle into the cockpit.