I could only make short thrusts as my knot swelled, finally locking into place behind her pubic bone. Nala reared back, hands reaching around to take hold in my fur at my sides, as I raised my arms to circle her chest.
Dropping my nose to the scar she bore on her shoulder, I let my tongue drag over it. I wasn’t jealous she’d already had a mate, only happy she’d ended up mine.
With another lick, I traced my hand between her legs to rub her little nub again. She tensed around me as I shifted to the other side of her neck, her channel fluttering as it tried to milk me, but I needed to hear her cry out once more.
Chapter 7
Nala
Av’dag raked his teeth along my shoulder, making me shudder as his finger worked between my legs. His thickness lodged inside me, the pressure excruciating and exquisite.
He released a growl with every breath. My body teetered on the edge of another mind-numbing orgasm, but I needed more.
He worried the flesh of my neck and shoulder, teasing me without breaking the skin. He added a second finger to circle my clit, but I still hung at the edge, unable to fall over.
I wanted him to fill me. To flood my womb, and gods willing, breed me.
But most of all, I wanted to feel the connection I’d lost. A new memory to replace the one of my soul ripping in two when Nearden died.
“Bite me.”
I didn’t realize I’d spoken the words aloud until Av’dag’s growl deepened, his teeth pressing harder into my flesh. I stiffened, breath held and braced against the pain I knew would come, praying I wasn’t too broken to bond again.
“Come for me.”
His words were muffled against my skin, but it didn’t matter. He pinched my clit between the sides of two fingers, setting a spark to the tension coiled in my abdomen.
I cried out, the first wave of my release pulling an answering pulse from him. The second time my core clenched, so did his jaw, his teeth piercing my shoulder. Breath caught in my throat,I choked on a scream as everything froze until a fresh bloom of warmth grew behind my sternum.
I could feel him.
His pleasure filled me, each jet of his seed scorching my womb and echoing through the bond. My climax grew stronger as he shared his, bright light building behind my eyelids, burning the moment into my brain.
Peace.
Acceptance.
Joy.
It all flowed into me, more than I could have hoped, and I returned it. He may look different from me, but he was no monster. Any lingering regret burned away with the onslaught of feelings cycling between us, a new hope daring to take root in my heart.
Too impatient to wait, I turned my head and sank my teeth into the inside of his upper arm, where his fur was short and thin. A bond didn’t require a bite from each, but I wanted to show him what I felt was real. Wanted it plain for all to see.
He may be my second mate, my second chance, but he wasn’t a second choice. There was still a place for Nearden in my heart, but there was enough room for Av’dag as well. He wasn’t taking what remained, but doubling the love I held.
He was my future, and the seed still pumping deep within my womb would be ours.
Together.
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