So…
This was what a mind break felt like.
“Daddy,” I choked out, my voice small, broken. “I understand.”
Silence fell, a quiet implosion, and maybe his mind broke, too—along with my own worldview.
In the next heartbeat, we shattered together. Me, helpless and loud, my cries surely alerting the whole floor. And him, with a roar that was pure, untamed possession.
He shoved into me one last time before collapsing on top of me like a filthy, multi-hundred-pound blanket.
We lay there, breathing together in the quiet aftermath.
Then he pulled out of me, but even without his weight holding me down, I couldn’t move. I lay there in the mess he’d made of me. Body twitching, core still trembling, mind melted to a useless, soft haze.
“Zayka,come here,zayka,” he murmured, gathering my boneless body into his arms and cradling me against his chest like I was his most precious treasure.
“You are such good girl for me,” he said. His voice was ragged, thick with emotion, as he pressed tender kisses to my temple. “I am sorry I had to have this rough conversation with you. But thank you for allowing me to speak to you this way. Thank you.”
“It’s okay.” I felt as though I were swimming to the surface from deep underwater. “I know you didn’t mean it. It was just a, um… rough conversation, like you said.”
I let out a small, self-conscious chuff.
But he didn’t laugh.
He drew back to regard me, his expression deadly serious. “I mean every word,zayka,” he said in a tone as grave as if he were delivering tragic news.
He cupped my leaking pussy in his large hand, thumb tracing gentle circles. “Do you need convincing now to stay with me?”
My heart stuttered, caught between everything I thought I knew and the raw, undeniable pull of his moon.
“If I say no, does that make me crazy?” I whispered, even though it was just us in the room.
“Nyet,it makes you my woman.” He cupped my chin, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip as his gaze held mine, dark andunbreakable. Impossibly, I felt him stiffen again, his arousal pressing against my stomach. “Myzayka.”
“What doeszaykamean?” I asked softly.
A wry smile flashed across his mouth. “Bunny.”
Well, that tracked. I’d been comparing him to a wolf for a while now, and him calling me bunny in Russian totally explained the fan-fic, Rule of 34BEASTARSenergy coming off of this relationship.
“Okay, I think I can do this. Be what you want. Call you…” I faltered, my voice catching as the word stuck on my tongue. My courage was flagging now that we were past… whatever insanely intense thing had just happened. “…your preferred pet name.”
Clearing my throat, I forced myself to be serious. “But you have to promise me something.”
Yom’s intense expression softened. “Anything,zayka.This you are already knowing.”
“I need you to let this beef with Paul go.”
His face darkened. “Anything but this,” he edited, shifting his gaze away.
“Hear me out, okay?” I laid my hands on his chest, tilting my head to get his eyes back on mine. “After what happened in that restroom, I’m going full no-contact with Paul. And if my parents try to strong-arm me, I’ll tell them why. I won’t need protection from him anymore. But I won’t be able to fully enjoy this…us… if I’m constantly worried about you destroying his life.”
“Zayka,do not ask this of me….” Yom’s face was a study in torment.
My heart clenched, but I couldn’t back down. “You know I don’t ask for much. This is the one promise I need from you.”
He glowered—harder than I thought possible—holding the frown for so long I almost laughed. Almost.
