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I rub the tip against myself, and I almost come right there.

I’m so swollen down there that just the head of him sliding through my lips is too much. It’s hot and smooth and slippery with sap, and when it drags over my clit, my whole body jumps. So I do it again. And again. Rubbing my clit with him, sliding him up and down through my slick, until my thighs are shaking and he’s gripping the blankets so hard I hear one rip.

“Hattie,” he growls. “You’re killing me.”

“Good.”

Then I line him up and sink down.

The head of his cock pushes against my entrance, and for one second I really don’t think it’s going to fit. It’s just pressure, hot and blunt and stretching. Then my body gives, and the head pops inside me, and I moan so loud it echoes off the walls.

It burns. The good kind, that stretch that goes all the way up into my belly. I sink down another inch, and I can feel every ridge of his grain going in. One. Then another. Then another. Every single one rubbing right over that swollen spot inside me that makes my eyes roll back. My thighs are trembling. My slick is running down his cock on his stomach. And there’s still more of him.

When I finally sit all the way down, my ass on his thighs and his knot pressed up against me, I can’t breathe. I’m so full I can feel him in my stomach. I put my hand on my belly, and I swear I can feel the shape of him.

Rowan’s watching me with his jaw clenched and his chest heaving. And when he sees my hand on my belly, his whole face goes soft.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Look at you. Look at how much of me you took.”

“I’m so full,” I whimper.

“I know. I can feel you squeezing me.” His hands slide up to my waist. “Now ride me.”

So I do.

I don’t know what I’m doing at first. It’s clumsy, and I’m rocking more than riding. But my body figures it out real quick. My hips start rolling on their own, grinding my clit down against the base of his cock every time I sink down. And then I find the angle. The one that drags the head of him right over that spot inside me. Again and again and again.

I cry out. Rowan swears.

And then I’m riding him for real. Fast and hard and greedy, lifting up till just the tip is in and slamming back down, my tits bouncing, my braids swinging, my nails digging into his chest. Every time I drop down, I feel the grain drag all the way up inside me, and every time I lift up, it pulls. I’m saying his name. I think. I’m not sure I’m saying actual words anymore.

And he’s just lying there letting me. Holding my waist, mouth open, his whole body shaking from holding back.

“That’s it,” he grits out. “Use me. Take whatever you want. Every inch of me is yours. Mother Wren carved every single one of them for you.”

That does it. I come so hard I scream.

And he finally loses it. He grabs my hips and slams up into me from under, fucking me right through it, hard and fast. Then he yanks me down on his knot.

It pushes into me. Swells. Locks.

And I come again, harder, while he pours into me. I can feel every pulse of him. So hot. So much. His knot throbbing and stretching me open.

And that’s when the bed breaks.

There’s a crack, and the whole left side drops a foot. The nest slides sideways, and so do I, still locked on his knot, screaming. Rowan grabs me and holds on, and we end up in a heap at the bottom corner of the bed, tilted at a terrible angle, with one oak leg snapped clean in half on the floor.

We both just lie there.

“Rowan.”

“I know.”

“You made the legs twice as thick.”

“I know.”

“You said you made them thicker than that.”