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I nod feverishly, biting my bottom lip as he grinds against me, his length stroking my folds, teasing me. Clenching around nothing, I whimper against my lip, fighting not to make a sound when he makes it nearly impossible to stay focused.

I can feel…everything. Every inch of him sliding across my folds, the velvety shaft being coated in my slick, the veins throbbing against my bundle of nerves.

“I’m close, Conan,” I whisper, and he chuckles quietly in my ear.

“So quick, Hannah? I’ve barely even started.”

“P-please, Conan,” I plead, my voice cracking. “Please!”

“You’re a greedy little kitten tonight, aren’t you?” he drawls, wrapping one hand around my neck, the other around his cock. “You’re gonna come on my cock for me, okay?”

Nodding fervently, I hold my breath as he pushes the tip between my folds. I’m so greedy, my walls clench, drawing all of him in until he’s balls deep inside me.

I’m about to cry out his name, but he cups my mouth, so I let the sound out into his palm while he presses kisses to my neck, nibbling and licking as he thrusts into me. He rolls his hips with the kind of finesse that has me exploding in no time.

He stops thrusting as I come on his cock, nestled deep inside me, as he feels every wave of pleasure that washes over me in waves. When my knees threaten to buckle under my weight, which suddenly feels as heavy as lead, he spins me over and lifts me up onto the table.

“Do you think I was done?” he chuckles lightly as he licks a fat stripe across my lips. “Wrap your legs around me, kitten. We’re taking this to the bedroom.”

Chapter 13 - Conan

Hannah’s eyes have become softer, but not the kind of softness that makes her appear innocent.

She’s still fiercely and distinctly her, mature and powerful, but soft in a way that attests to how much she’s enjoying this.

We’ve been at it all night, and I just can’t seem to get enough of her; her scent, her soft flesh, how it feels to card my fingers through her hair, and how she lets me tug on a fistful every time I’m deep inside her and want a taste of her neck like I’m drinking in her pheromones.

Both of us have been ravenous, insatiable, inebriated in ways that neither of us could have experienced outside of this passionate tryst. Eight years of pent-up desire was a long wait for me, but I couldn’t bring myself to bed another woman while she was gone.

Hannah Young was my first.

She was my everything.

And only as I come, spilling hot ropes of seed inside her, do I realize that some things never change. I could never imagine someone else under me, taking all the passion I’m capable of giving, and returning it with equal vigor.

She’s perfect, like she was made for me. And she was, because she’s my fated mate.

So I hold her gaze steadily until I’ve poured every last drop inside her, and when we’re both spent, I flop onto my side and draw her into my chest.

She sighs and falls asleep almost immediately, and my lips curl into a smile.

That was amazing.

I feel amazing.

And that’s when my hand goes to my chest, and I peel back some of the bandage.

My injury has miraculously healed. The mate bond is complete now that we’ve consummated the ritual, bonding our bodies where our souls had been united in the mating ritual.

But there’s something still missing, and it feels like a gaping hole in my chest. Not from the injury, but from the uncertainty of where I stand in my relationship with Hannah Young.

We may be mated, but the hurt of both leaving me in the past and then lying to me about my child is unforgivable. It wasn’t supposed to be like this between us. We practically grew up together, and there was only one direction we were headed in if she didn’t leave me.

I sigh as I’m stung by the reminder, trying hard to overlook it and stay basking in the beauty of tonight. But my logical mind won’t let me.

You love her, Conan. You always did.

I glance at her sleeping face resting on my chest, and my heart tugs.