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I can’t remember anything— and I mean anything —in my entire fucked-up life that feels more right, more holy , than being balls-deep inside my mate.

Arliss.

She’s not just mine.

She’s it .

My beginning, my end, and everything in between.

There’s no world outside this moment. No fear, no questions, not even the goddamn Rut that’s been hanging over me like a loaded gun.

Just her.

Just us.

Her body wrapped around mine like silk spun from stars and sin, her scent so thick I can taste it when I breathe.

She clenches around me, hot and slick and fucking perfect, and I swear I black out for a second from the sheer force of it.

“Kian!” she cries, voice raw, sweet, wrecked, as I slam forward, my hips meeting the lush round of her ass with a delicious, dirty smack.

Fuck.

The way her tight, soaked cunt grips me. Like it knows I’m the only one who’ll ever be inside her again. It just undoes me.

“I got you, Mo Chroí . I got you, mate.”

My voice is low and guttural, barely human.

Because I’m not just human anymore.

Not with her like this.

With every thrust, I feel her soul pulling at mine, demanding more.

More love.

More pleasure.

More of me.

“Christ,” I groan, hips pistoning into her as I lean in, lips grazing her ear, “I should take a picture of this. Of you, bent over and dripping, my cock stretching that tight little pussy open just for me.”

She moans. A deep, needy sound, and she clenches around me again, tighter than before, like the words themselves fucked her as deeply as my body.

I watch the slow, hungry slide of my thick shaft disappearing into her, her slick shining on me like proof of her need.

Of her surrender.

Of her wanting me just as much as I want her.

“More,” she gasps, voice breathless, voice desperate.

And fuck, I give it to her.

I grip her hips tighter, bruising maybe, but she pushes back into me like she wants it rougher, like she wants to feel me in her bones.

I slam in harder, deeper, each stroke claiming her.

Marking her.

Branding her.

I reach around, fingers finding that tight little clit, and I don’t tease.

I strum her fast, faster, until she’s crying out, body trembling, thighs shaking.

“Oh my God, you’re so big?—”

I freeze for half a breath. “Too much?”

I ask, my body nearly shaking with the effort it takes not to lose control.

“No. No! Please don’t stop!”

Her voice breaks on the last word and it’s everything I need.

“I got you, mate,” I promise again, pressing in deep, angling up just right— right there —where I know it’ll wreck her.

I grind my hips, stroking that secret spot inside her, the one that makes her fall apart in my arms.

And she shatters.

Her body goes tight, then tighter, her pussy clamping down on my cock as her orgasm bursts through her like fire, screaming my name like it’s the only word she’s ever known.

The feel of her— wet, pulsing, squeezing the soul out of me —pulls my climax out of me like a bullet through my chest.

“Arliss—fuck—” I roar, rutting into her as I come, hard and hot, spilling inside her, marking her from the inside out.

My arms shake.

My breath stutters.

And for a second, all I can hear is the pounding of her heart against mine.

This. This is everything.

She’s not just my mate.

She’s my home.

I pick her up when I’ve stopped shaking and carry her to the bathroom.

Inside the shower stall, I lather up a loofah and caress it over her heavenly and flushed from fucking body.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“You take such good care of me,” she replies, a sated smile on her lips.

Heated blue eyes meet mine and I can’t stop my kiss from finding her sweet lips.

“I love you,” she moans into my mouth.

“Love you too.”

I know the future for us is precarious, but right now it feels sure. It feels strong.

And for the first time in a long time— maybe ever —I wonder if all that shit my mom and stepdad said about me, about the Rut and being like my piece of shit sire, is exactly that. Bull shit.

My Bull is as clueless as I am about the truth of it. But there is one thing we both agree on.

And that is Arliss.

She completes me in ways I never imagined a mate could.

Maybe that’s why the Fates are the ones who match us up from the get go.

Whatever happens, I mean to keep the promise I made to myself.

Arliss is the only one for me, and the very idea of being untrue makes me sick to my stomach.

I said I’d eat a bullet before I touched another. I meant it then and I mean it now.

For me, there is no one else but her.

This sweet, beautiful woman.

Mo Chroí.