“Come for me, love,” I commanded, my hand slipping between us to rub her clit in firm circles. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock now that you’re claimed.”
Mira’s body tensed, then shattered, her pussy clenching around me in waves as she came, soaking my shaft.
The sight of her lost in pleasure, face flushed and lips parted, pushed me over the edge. I thrust deep one last time, spilling inside her with a guttural groan, filling her up as our heartbeats merged in the heat of the moment.
The knot swelled and locked us together.
Her whole body tensed. Breath stuttering, her fingers dug into my shoulders, and the noise she made was caught between a gasp and a laugh.
“Third time,” she managed through clenched teeth. “You’d think I’d be used to this by now.”
“And?”
“And I’m not.” She squirmed, then hissed as the stretch widened. “It’s... a lot, Percy.”
“I know, love.” I pressed my forehead to hers, brushing the hair from her face. “But you’re doing so well. Just stay with me.”
Her breathing evened in stages. The grip on my shoulders loosened, her body unclenching around the knot. When the discomfort finally eased into fullness, she let out a long exhale and her eyes found mine.
“Okay,” she whispered. “Okay. I’ve got it.”
“Yeah, you do.” I kissed her forehead. “That’s my girl.”
I caught her before she could hit the steering wheel, cradling the back of her head with one hand while the other braced against the seat. Chest to chest, her breath against my throat, my arms around her body.
Three heartbeats. In her chest. In mine.
The bond is complete.
“Oh,” she breathed. “Oh, that’s... wow.”
“Yeah.” My voice was wrecked. “Wow covers it.”
She laughed. Watery, breathless, radiant. Her fingers traced the lines of ink on my chest, following them the way she’d always wanted to, and I let her explore while the knot held and the bond settled into its permanent configuration.
She kissed my jaw. My throat. The spot beneath my ear that made me shiver.
Then she kissed my mouth. Harder. Hungrier than before.
“Again,” she said.
I blinked. “Mira, we’re still...”
“I know. I don’t care. Again.” Her hips rolled against mine and I groaned. “I need more. I don’t know why but I need more.”
“The knot hasn’t...”
“Percival.”
Her voice had changed with desperation. A need that went beyond want into the territory of compulsion, her pupils blown wide, her body restless beneath mine.
“Hey.” I cupped her face and held her still, studying her. “Breathe. Just breathe for a second.”
She tried. I watched her chest rise and fall, watched the effort it cost her to slow down, and when my thumb brushed her cheekbone, I noticed the temperature.
Her skin was on fire.
Mira is burning. A temperature radiating from her skin in waves that I could feel against my palms.
