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“Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”

He shifts, angling his hips, and the next stroke hits something that makes me cry out, stars bursting behind my eyes. His hand slides between us, thumb finding my clit, circling it in tight, perfect pressure.

It builds fast – too fast – and when it hits, I break apart beneath him, gasping his name, clenching around him as I come hard, legs locking around his back.

He groans like he’s unraveling with me, his pace stuttering.

“Gonna bond you,” he pants. “Gonna knot you and keep you.”

“Do it,” I beg. “Please, Xar— Mark me. I want it.”

He kisses me once more – tender, adoring – and then lowers his mouth to my neck.

His teeth sink in with a sharp jolt that flares into blinding pleasure, and I scream – more from the overwhelming rightness than any pain. Instinct takes over and I bite him back, joyful when the bond slams into place like a thunderclap in my chest, warmth blooming through my veins.

Xar moans against my skin as his knot begins to swell, locking us together, his cock pulsing as he comes deep inside me, flooding me with heat and love and everything he’s been holding back.

We cling to each other, breathing hard, sweat-slick and trembling, bound in every possible way.

“My omega,” he whispers against my throat. “Forever.”

I stroke his hair, tears slipping down my cheeks. “Forever.”

Xar’s still knotted inside me, breathing ragged against my neck, one hand stroking lazy circles on my hip. We’re cocooned in warmth and scent, his bond a soft, golden glow thrumming under my skin.

It’s perfect.

Until Blaise groans dramatically from where he’s sprawled at the edge of the nest. “I’m gonna die of blue balls,” he mutters. “How long does that thing take to deflate?”

Xar doesn’t even lift his head. “Twenty minutes. Maybe thirty.”

“Thirty? Are you fucking kidding me?” Blaise sits up, his cock already hard and leaking. “I’m literally dying over here.”

I laugh, breathless and still floating. “Go have a cold shower.”

“No. I’ve waited long enough.” He leans forward, eyes on Xar. “Think unsexy thoughts. Dead goats. Rain. Your nan in a bikini.”

“Fuck off,” Xar mumbles against my skin.

I can’t help the giggle that bubbles up. “You’re not exactly helping him with that knot, Blaise.”

He groans again, flopping dramatically onto his back. “I swear to god, Xar, if you don’t deflate in the next sixty seconds I’m going to?—”

“What?” Xar lifts his head now, smirking slightly. “Jerk off while watching? Be my guest.”

“Don’t tempt me.” Blaise grins, then shifts closer. His hand strokes down my leg, slow and reverent. “You okay, sweetheart?”

I nod, cheeks flushed and heart full. “More than okay.”

His eyes soften. “You’re glowing.”

“That’s because I’m bonded and it’s perfect.”

He leans in, brushing a kiss over my shoulder, right where Xar’s bite mark sits, swollen and raw. “That’s becauseyou’reperfect,” he murmurs. “And because you’re mine next.”

Xar finally pulls back with a groan, knot softening enough to slip free. He kisses me once more, then tucks a blanket around my legs and moves aside, giving Blaise room.

Blaise doesn’t rush.