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“Bullshit,” I muttered.
“I know,” he said. “I know you don’t want to believe in it. I get it. But I think it’s real, because that’s what nature is like, Kestrel. It’s brutal like that. Us turning into wolves out of nowhere, against our will? Her falling in love or lust or whatever with us and destroying her life because she’s whipped for our cocks? Hurricanes coming through and destroying houses? Plagues? Wildfires? That’s exactly the kind of fucked up shit nature does. Nature does not care. It just takes over.”
“You think she’s our mate,” I said.
“I do,” said Lazarus. “And that’s exactly why we need to get her out of here and back to her life as quickly as possible. And why we should steer clear of her next full moon and every moon after that. We’re a lost cause, Kestrel, but she’s a vibrant, beautiful woman with her whole life ahead of her.”
I nodded slowly.
“It’d be selfish to claim her.”
“No, agreed,” I said. “Agreed.”
“Of course, you did knot her, you jackass, so hopefully, she’s not pregnant.”
I squared my shoulders, acting like I hadn’t been thinking about that for the past two weeks, but, of course, I had. “Couldn’t stop myself,” I mumbled.
He shut the laptop with a snort.
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AFTER KESTREL ANDLazarus walked out, Paladin sat down on the bed and patted the space next to him for me to sit down next to him.
I climbed up there and sat down. I was very turned on, not quite the way I’d been turned on at the full moon, but powerfully so, much more so than I’d been from the erotica I’d been trying to read, much more so than from fantasizing about their cocks.
Why did I like sucking Kestrel so much? Why did his come still taste salty and wild and like the sky, somehow?
Paladin touched the place where Kestrel’s semen was smeared into my skin. “I’m sorry he was like that with you. He’s not always like that.”
“I didn’t mind,” I breathed.
“You are so pretty and so perfect,” breathed Paladin. “If I could touch you, I wouldn’t…”
“You can touch me.” I thrust my bare breast at him.
He sucked in an audible breath, looking me over.
Suddenly, we were kissing, and he was struggling out of his shirt, and I was struggling out of my bra, and then we both paused to frantically shed our pants.
Both nude, he pressed me back into the bed and climbed on top of me.
Oh.
The feeling of our smooth skin pressing together, all over, it was phenomenal. I let out a small moan.
He kissed the tips of both of my breasts and smiled down at me, his expression full of awe as he looked at me.
I reached between us and found his cock. I didn’t really know what I was doing with it, but he made a strangled noise of approval. And I found that I justwantedit. So, I tucked it into my incredibly wet pussy. Whatever Kestrel had done to me, it had turned me on so bad.
Paladin’s cock felt different now that it wasn’t a wolf cock. It wasn’t that it was smaller exactly. I couldn’t quite say. But it was good. I let out a long, slow groan as he began to thrust in me.
“You feel amazing,” he gasped.
“You too,” I said, hooking my arms around his neck and pulling him down for another kiss.
We kissed, and he fucked me. Then he broke the kiss and pulled back enough to gaze into my eyes. He stared at me, his expression half-lidded bliss, and he fucked me.
He fucked me and fucked me and it felt phenomenally good, all over good, and my pussy was so pleased to have him back inside me. I felt filled and complete. I thought to myself that this was what I needed, to be fucked like this daily, that it settled something inside me.
