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Thoughts of flipping her off my lap and shoving my face between her thighs so I can taste her before I shove myself inside her pussy.

The beast inside me suddenly throws himself against his chains, trying to break free, and I know I’ve let this go on for too long.

If this doesn’t end soon, what I want to achieve will go flying out the fucking window.

The beast will take her, and he won’t be patient or gentle.

Then he will turn her.

While I’m forced to watch like a fucking cuckold.

Unclenching my fingers from around her ass, I grab her by the shoulders and drag her up and down my cock at a speed she can’t achieve on her own.

“Oh god,” she groans and trembles against me. “What is…”

Determined to pull her orgasm out of her, I move her even faster.

Her thighs try to lock tight around my hips a split-second before her head falls back.

Moaning with abandon, her release flashes through the bond like a white-hot blast.

The artery in her neck pulses in front of my eyes, ready for the taking.

And my cock is almost bursting with the need to explode alongside her. To share in her orgasmic bliss.

To stop myself from doing anything stupid, I sink my fangs hard into my bottom lip.

The beast inside me still struggles to take control from me, but eventually gives up when I focus on searing this moment in time into my memory.

The sweat glistening on her porcelain skin. The way her body trembles and shakes with all her little aftershocks.

How fucking soaked my erection is.

We gave our bonded her very first orgasm.

And it is the first of many more to come…

Grumbling, my beast coils around himself and tucks his head down, ready to go back to sleep.

Ripping my fangs out of my lip, I run my tongue along it, licking up any blood that might be there.

Alena’s eyelashes flutter, and when she finally lifts her head and looks at me, I’m grateful that what I did to my mouth is already healed.

She gives me a pleased, sleepy smile, and I clutch her closer to my chest.

At first, she stiffens, as if out of reflex, but then she quickly relaxes. Melting against me.

Burying her face in my neck, she murmurs, “I’m tired.”

Biting back a groan, I say, “Of course you are.”

I guess I’ll be enjoying blue balls, after all.

Fuck.

Alena’s breathing slows, and I don’t need the bond to know that her release took the last of her energy.

Tightening one arm around her, she clings to me as I turn, yank the quilt back and gently lay her down.