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He pulled Brenna up and off his body and rose to a stand, bringing her over to the bed. Forceful hands turned her roughly, bending her over.

She’d never felt this exposed, though she’d been in this position countless times.

He dipped his fingers into her wetness, coating her rectum.

Her jaw dropped. She’d never allowed a man to take hertherebefore. It’d never appealed to her.

“You want to be taken like a whore?” He pressed his cock head to her cunt, fighting his way into her channel as he buried his finger in her ass.

She breathed out a sigh of relief, as this was just different enough to be interesting without being painful.

And boy, was it interesting. Cole knew how to fuck. He was built for it.

Bottoming out inside of her, he slammed into her again and again as his fingers fucked her ass, making her feel full—so full. Cole’s other hand reached around and massaged the little nub that brought her so much pleasure.

She clutched at the bedding as she edged closer and closer to coming, amazed by how quickly she was escalating. Did all Heartlander men fuck so well? Perhaps she shouldn’t have written them off.

“You wanna be my whore?” Cole growled.

Brenna bucked her hips in response, allowing him to go even further into her.

“Come for me, you filthy little bitch.”

Unable to hold back, she came long and hard as his cock pumped molten heat into her. It was like the earth colliding with the sun, birthing a galaxy of stars, all of them singing the song of their lust.

When he was done, his head dropped to her back, coating it with sweat.

“What you do to me…”he choked out, his voice shaking.

She wanted to curl in his arms and tell him all the ways he made her feel.

But that was a mistake.

So she pushed him off and fixed him with an icy gaze. “We have a long day of traveling ahead of us. It’s best we get some rest.”

“Would you care to share a bed for the night?”

“You’ve already served your purpose,” Brenna replied, avoiding his gaze because she feared she would break. “I’ll be sleeping alone.”

“I’ll be up at first light,” Cole said with no hint of emotion. “Rest well, m’lady.”

14

COLE

Never had Cole felt like such a fool, but then again, he’d never known a woman like Brenna.

And now that they’d coupled, revealing their most intimate selves, he was certain he’d never want another.

Her strength wrecked him.

The Heartlanders were prudish with how they allowed their women to act, and Maritimas, far too wild.

The Dusklands, however, gave their women agency. Perhaps this wasn’t true for the whole of the territory, but he’d seen enough of it to know there were far fewer modest gazes.

“I’m hungry!” Fiona whined.

Before settling in, he’d brought up a fair amount of food, as Brenna had instructed, but she’d eaten her way through the jerked meat, boiled cod, and several rashers of bacon in a matter of minutes and he’d had to deal with the rumbling of her stomach ever since.