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My mouth fell open, in shock and pleasure, as his knot slid into my tight pussy.

“Take my knot, little lamb. Squeeze my cock while I pump you full of come.”

As tears ran down my cheeks, I did.

It hurts. It hurts. But it feels so fucking good.

“Klaus!” I moaned as I came around the man I’d prayed would rip every shirt he owned so he’d come back to me. He fucked me hard then, his grip bruising, his cock thickening as he chased his release.

“Klaus,” I whined, my cunt fluttering as I clenched around his knot.

“Ru,” he roared as his knot expanded, locking me to him.

I cried out.

“Say it again,” he growled. His real voice. God, his real voice. “Say my name, mate.”

“Klaus.”

“Again.”

“Klaus—”

“Look at me,” he ordered, his hips jerking as he spilled deep inside me, over and over. “Look at me while I fill you.”

For the first time, I could.

His eyes locked on mine, and I was gone all over again.

He’d been here all along. Watching. Waiting. Taking care of me. He was terrifying. He was a monster.

And he was mine.

My Omega sang.

I could barely breathe. Then the words left my mouth before I’d even thought them.

“Mark me.”

He froze.

His eyes searched mine, wild and bright with something like fear.

“Are you sure?”

“I know what I want,” I rasped. “I choose you.”

Then he leaned down and claimed my neck for himself. His tongue slid up my throat and he bit down. Pain flared, then dissolved into heat so sweet I sobbed. I felt it snap into place, a thread pulled taut between us, his heartbeat suddenly thudding in my chest beside mine.

I jerked, pulling on his knot as he sealed me to him forever. He poured into me, flooding my senses, and when he was done, he licked the blood clean.

“You can’t change your mind anymore. You’re stuck with me.” I could taste honey and cherry on his breath.

His.

Bonded.

“It was you,” I whispered.