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He nudged me again, and I understood. I rolled over, just like that, up on my hands and knees.

He mounted me.

His cock didn’t feel different than a human cock, but he slipped in without a knot, like a wolf would, slipped in and he was a thick and hot reality as he filled me full and fucked me hard and quick and deep.

He spilled in me, and I felt that sear into me.

And then his knot, holding us together.

I looked over my shoulder at the wolf behind me, and—

“Shift,” I said. I was panicked. “Shift.”

He shifted, and that felt strange, but his cock didn’t really change inside me. It felt the same, the knot felt the same.

He panted, looking at me. “Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s…”

“It worked,” he said. “I can scent that it worked.”

He was right. The heat was gone.

He banded a hand around my waist, pulling me with him. He settled down on his knees, and I went onto my knees, too, my legs spread around his, my back against his chest, both of us kneeling in the woods, connected, his knot snugly settled inside me.

“It did work,” I said, sighing.

“You wanted it over,” he said. “I thought… maybe… the tabooness would be its own kind of intensity, maybe something enough to combat the intensity you have with Damian.”

“You were right.” I relaxed into him, shutting my eyes, enjoying how good it felt to have the heat gone, finally gone.

He slid his hand over my skin, and then his fingers stopped moving. A moment passed, and then he was exploring the underside of my breast, his fingers moving over one of the bite marks that Damian had left there.

I tensed, cringing. “Don’t,” I breathed.

His fingers found another one.

I shut my eyes. I held my breath.

And he brushed over one bite mark after the other, moving to the other breast as well.

“Vincent,” I said eventually, but there was no strength in my voice.

“How many times did he do this to you?” His voice was barely there as well.

“It was my fault,” I protested. “I begged him—”

“How dare he?” Vincent’s voice was stronger now. “How dare he when he knew he couldn’t actually claim you, how dare he keep doing this, over and over—”

“I begged him,” I said.

It was quiet.

Vincent’s fingers smoothed over the marks, his breath harsh at my ear.

“He could resist my begging sometimes, though,” I said in a tiny voice. I thought of all the times he would say, Just this, omega, this is enough, and I would feel settled and sated when he took charge of me. “But he never tried to stop himself with this.”

“Fuck, Leo,” Vincent rasped.