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“Little lamb. You haven’t eaten since that bagel, and that was only a couple bites.”

I glared at him. It would’ve been more convincing if I hadn’t been purring. He kissed my temple and reached over the edge of the nest. I climbed him before he could pull the tray off the nightstand. He’d had it waiting. Water. Orange slices. Toast with honey. And a mug of coffee with my favorite whipped cream canister sitting beside it.

He’d remembered. Of course he had. He’d watched me make it a hundred times.

His gaze darkened. “Ru.”

“What?” I asked innocently, sinking down on his cock, inch by inch.

He chuckled, grabbed the water and held it to my lips first, and I drank because he wasn’t fighting me on what I wanted.

He put the water down and picked up the toast. “Eat.”

I took a bite over the plate and rocked my hips, lifting and sinking back down. I wanted to feed him too. Needed him to know how this made me feel. I grabbed an orange slice and put it to his lips. He bit into it as I bounced on him. Juice dripped down his chin, and I leaned forward and licked it clean. He took the orange and put it on the tray.

“Behave,” he growled.

“Make me,” I moaned as I arched my back and rocked my hips. He shoved another bite of toast into my mouth to shut me up. He fed me like that as I took what I wanted.

By the time I’d eaten enough to satisfy him, my thighs were shaking and my orgasm hovered just out of reach without his knot. He hadn’t moved once. His jaw was locked tight, his hands white-knuckled on the tray, holding himself so still I knew it was costing him. He wanted me fed more than he wanted to come.

I whimpered.

That broke him. The tray hit the nightstand, and his eyes snapped to mine, burning.

I cupped his face in both hands and pulled it down to mine. Then I rose up on my knees, letting him slide almost all the way out.

“Don’t look away,” I whispered. “I want to watch you while you fuck me.”

He rolled me beneath him in the nest he’d built for me, and I stared into his eyes as he sank back into me. My mate took me, slow and hard. I wrapped my legs around his waist, one hand clawing his back, while the other grabbed his ass and pulled him in.

“Klaus,” I whimpered as the pressure deepened. “You’re so deep.”

He growled, the cords of his neck straining as he held back from going faster. His knot pressed against me, and I whined.

“Give it to me,” I begged.

He kept that frustrating pace, but pushed his knot in little by little. My vision went white as he pulled out all the way and thrust into me, feeding me more of his knot until he was fucking me with it too.

I felt ready to split apart. The stretch, the burn—I wanted it all.

And I was so close.

His hand snaked between us and he rubbed my clit in vicious circles as he continued fucking me so deep I didn’t know where I ended and he began. I came harder than I’d ever come in my life. His name tore from my lips as I shattered.

“Oh, fuck, baby. You squeeze my cock so good,” he grunted, tilting his head back, losing himself to the feeling of me.

My gaze locked on his throat. Bare. Unmarked.

I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down until he looked at me. Then I sank my teeth into his throat. He froze for a second before he roared. He started to swell in me as the thread between us snapped tight from both ends. His heartbeat in my chest. Mine in his. My scent pouring into him, honey and cherry wrapping through the smoke until we welded into one.

“Ru,” he groaned, staring down at me as his knot locked us together. And I writhed, coming again for him.

“Ru,” he breathed as he pulled me close. He repeated my name over and over again as rope after rope of come filled me.

I licked the blood from his throat, slow and clumsy, my tongue heavy with exhaustion—sealing us.

“Mine,” I whispered.