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“That’s right, Beloved. Fuck me. Fuck your mate’s cock. Claim me. Your tight little hole can’t get enough, can it? Only my cock can bring you relief.”

“Yes,” I pant, my back bowing when the flared tip presses against my prostate. “Alaska!” The roots in my grip crumble from my new strength.

My mate’s hands travel up my chest, to my neck, and I glance down to see roots slithering up my arms, binding my wrists together.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” he praises. “Like a good boy taking my cock.”

My cock slaps against his stomach with every downward stroke. I roll my body, curl my hips, wanting to feel every inch of him inside me. The sounds between us build, becoming louder; breaths become unstable and broken, the ground shakes under us from how hard and fast we’re moving.

I break free from the constraints and bend down, still fucking his cock while I lick up his throat.

“All mine,” I vow to him, a wave of possession hitting me. “You’re mine.”

He presses his throat against my teeth. “All yours, Honeybee. For eternity.”

This time, I ease my fangs in and suck, keeping his head tilted so I have the best access. I lap at his throat; the saltiness of dried tears and sweat gives his blood an underlying spice.

I sit up, blood dripping from my chin, and Alaska follows me, licking his blood free from my red-stained lips. He presses his hips up, fucking me from the bottom, and my claws drag down his arms.

He grips my hips and uses my body, fucking me hard, fast, and without worry.

Oh, he really was holding back before.

My body bounces. My ass slams on his cock. We move as a blur, moving faster than we ever have.

He roars, pairing his orgasm with his bite. Alaska bites my chest, pulling the blood from my heart. With every twitch of his cock bathing my insides, he drags blood from me.

My own cock erupts, my shouts louder, deeper, and more primal than they have ever been before. Alaska flips us. I’m on my back, staring up at him, his long hair tickling my chest.

I grab onto the ends and use them as reins, tugging him to me. Our lips find one another easily. I’m not sure how long we kiss. All I know is every breath I take belonged to him the second prior.

The haze clears. An erotic fog drifts from my mind, and my vision returns to normal. That’s when I notice Alaska is covered in blood. His hair sticks together with a hue of red. Red is splattered across his face and neck. His shirt is ruined with tears and stains.

“What happened? Oh my god, did I do this to you?” I don’t remember becoming violent, just unreasonably, paranormally aroused.

His eyes sparkle with happiness, and he swoops in to give me another kiss. I don’t even care that he is covered in blood. I don’t care that we are filthy. All I care about is feeling him.

Alaska tries to pull away, but I grip his firm cheeks and keep him planted inside me. “Don’t go. Not yet.”

He nods in agreement, a sweet smile crossing his face as he leans in, running his fingers through my curls. “I ripped that bastard to shreds,” he explains.

My brows hit my hairline. “This is his blood?”

“I ripped his head from his body, slashed his torso until I yanked his heart out, then I tore that in two.”

There it is again.

That unreasonably hot incinerating passion returns full force, and my vision flips to red.

Alaska’s nostrils flare. “You like that?”

I tangle my fingers in his hair. “I fucking love it.”

He moves slowly. Every stroke is lazy, with no force behind it. His shaft drags along my walls, taking his own time.

“You’re really here,” he explains with a hard swallow that causes his throat to bob.

“And I’m never going anywhere again.”