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“Then claim me,” I whisper, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. With my palms on his firm ass cheeks, I murmur, “Make me yours.”

He enters me in one smooth thrust, his impressive girth stretching me deliciously as he fills me completely. The ridges along his shaft create friction that makes us both gasp with pleasure, and I feel every inch of him as he claims me thoroughly.

This is different from our previous intimacies—crossing a threshold we’ve approached but never passed. As our bodies join for the first time, there’s a moment of perfect stillness, of recognition that this step transforms everything between us.

“Mine,” he growls, hiswings spreading wide above us as he begins to move. “My mate, my Blair, mine forever.”

“Yours,” I confirm breathlessly, my nails digging into his shoulders as he sets a rhythm that drives me wild. “Always yours.”

What follows transcends mere physical pleasure. The mate bond flares between us, creating a feedback loop of sensation that makes us both cry out with overwhelming intensity. I can feel his pleasure as if it were my own, and he experiences mine with equal intensity.

“I can feel you,” I gasp, my body arching to meet his powerful thrusts. “Through the bond—I can feel how good it is for you.”

His response is a possessive growl as he claims my mouth in a kiss that tastes of my own arousal. “Then you know how perfect you feel wrapped around my cock. How you were made for me.”

The rhythm becomes frantic, desperate, as we both chase the completion that waits just beyond reach. His tail winds around my waist, holding me in place as he pounds into me with inhuman strength.

“Come for me,” he commands, his voice rough with need. “Come on my cock like the good little mate you are.”

The combination of his words, his relentless thrusts, and the overwhelming sensations from our bond send me spiraling into climax. I scream his name as my inner walls clamp down on him, milking his cock as waves of pleasure crash through me.

His own release follows immediately, triggered by my climax. With a roar that shakes the chamber walls, he buries himself to the hilt and fills me with his seed, marking me as his in the most primal way possible.

We collapse together, our bodies trembling from the intensity of what we’ve shared. For long moments, neither of us can speak, can barely breathe. His weight settles over me, careful not to crush me but unwilling to break our connection.

“Mine,” he breathes against my neck, his body still trembling from the intensity of our joining. “My mate. My everything.”

“Yours,” I whisper back, my body still pulsing with aftershocks. “Completely yours.”

In the aftermath, as we both struggle to catch our breath, the mate bond pulses between us with new intensity. This wasn’t just sex—it was a claiming, a completion of something that began the moment we first touched.

His arms tighten around me as our breathing gradually returns to normal. The mate bond shimmers between us with a new depth, as if what we’ve just shared has strengthened every fiber of connection.

“The mate bond,” I observe, my scientific mind automatically analyzing even in this intimate moment. “It’s stronger now. The neural pathways are more established.”

His quiet laugh vibrates through his chest where my head rests. “Only you would analyze our mating while still catching your breath.”

“Our mating,” I repeat, tasting the word. “Not just sex. Mating.”

“Yes,” he confirms, his voice serious now. “What we just shared was Jersey Devil mating behavior. You’re mine now in every way that matters.”

The possessive certainty inhis voice sends another shiver through me. “And you’re mine,” I reply, my fingers tracing the scales along his chest. “My Jersey Devil. My mate.”

His skin shifts to that beautiful iridescent color, and I feel him twitch inside me, already beginning to respond again. The mate bond pulses between us, demanding more connection, deeper bonding.

“Again?” I ask, though my body is already reacting to his renewed interest.

“The bond won’t be satisfied until we’re completely joined together,” he explains, his hips beginning to move in slow, deep strokes. “Until every cell in your body knows you belong to me.”

“Then don’t stop,” I whisper, my legs tightening around his waist. “Bond with me completely.”

What follows is slower, deeper—less frantic need and more reverent worship. He moves within me with deliberate precision, each stroke designed to pleasure rather than claim. The mate bond pulses between us, growing stronger with every shared breath, every whispered endearment.

When release takes us this time, it’s with a gentle intensity that leaves us both glowing—literally, in his case, as his skin shifts through the entire spectrum of his emotional palette.

“I love you, Blair.” I’ve never seen him this serious, this earnest. “I love you from the depths of my heart. You’re perfect. This…” He glances at where our bodies are still joined, “is perfect.”

“We belong together.” As I say it, the truth strikes me like a thunderclap. “When I look at the unlikelihood of us being together, it’s as though the universe conspired to put us together.”