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His hand slides between our bodies—rough, reverent, and devastatingly precise—fingers finding that swollen, overstimulated nerve with surgical purpose. He doesn’t tease. Doesn’t coax. Heclaims, working in perfect sync with the brutal rhythm of his thrusts, each one a demand, each one a promise.

My body betrays every wall I ever built.

There’s no fight left.

Not against him.

Not against this.

Not against us.

The sensation coils tight—too tight—impossibly so, until the world narrows to that singular, brutal edge. Until I can’t tell where his body ends and mine begins. Until there’s nothing left but instinct and oxygen and the primal need tobreakfor him.

Pleasure detonates like an airstrike—no warning, no mercy, just pure obliteration.

Iscreamhis name—not softly, not sweetly, but like it’s a commandment. Like if I say it loud enough, the walls of this place will finally come down.

My orgasm rips through me, white-hot and wild, my cunt clenching tight around him, spasming with violent ecstasy as every nerve collapses under the weight of it.

“Riot—fuck—Riot?—!”

He snarls in response, a feral sound that shakes the air, and his rhythm stutters, then slams in deep. His hips grind into mine, and I feel it—the bulge at the base of him swelling fast, thickening, locking.

The knot.

His knot.

My vision whites out again.

He knots me with a roar, hips jolting forward as his body locks into mine, sealing us together with brutal finality. His cockpulses inside me, release flooding deep, thick,hot—a claiming no other Alpha could ever undo.

My name pours from his lips like prayer and war cry combined.

“JINX!”

His arms crush me against his chest as he empties inside me, and Ifeelit—not just the heat but the bond snapping into place with bone-deep gravity. It’s more than biology.It’s fate made flesh.Our bond, silenced for six long years, now reborn in blood and heat andchoice.

The knot pulses again, deeper this time.

Perfect fullness stretching me open, keeping him seated so deep I swear I can feel him everywhere. It’s too much and yet it’s exactly right.

I sob against his shoulder, overwhelmed by the savage peace it brings.

He murmurs something against my hair, but it’s lost beneath the roar of my heartbeat and the low, growling hum vibrating in his chest as he rocks us through the aftershocks.

My cunt spasms around him with each wave, milking his knot, drinking in every drop of the future he pours into me.

We cling to each other as the tremors fade—his lips pressed to my hairline, my nails buried in the scarred flesh of his back.

Still joined…locked…still bonded.

Still ours.

His breath ghosts over my skin, reverent and uneven.

“No going back now,” he murmurs into the curve of my neck, voice husky with something bigger than victory. Something like awe.

“Good,” I breathe, lips brushing the line of his jaw. “Ineverwant to go back.”