Page 47 of Princess Redeemed

The scent catapults me into an orgasm so intense, snapping my fangs down, that I grab his head—still, he’s thrusting—and bring him to me.Then I sink my teeth into his flesh…and I drink.

I drink for my child.

For myself.

And for Rogan, because even though I know our bond is chemically induced, I can’t deny the reality of it.

Part of Rogan needs to feed me.Needs to feed our child.

He grunts as he plunges into me one last time.“Fuck, princess.God, you feel good.That’s right.You take me.Take from me.Take only from me.”

My pussy is still pulsing when I finally move away from his neck, let the last of his blood slide down my throat.Feed and nourish me.Feed and nourish our child.

He pulls out and lies next to me, one hand over his forehead.

The sun blazes above us, and the grass is soft and cool under my back.

My clothes lie on the grass.I know I should rise.Get dressed.Figure out where to go next.

But for this moment, I let myself imagine the bond between Rogan and me is genuine.

Solid.

Real.

Because I don’t know what I’m going to do without it.

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Unfortunately,I’m a realist, and within another moment, I stop myself from imagining that Rogan’s and my bond is real.

It’s not, pure and simple.

Whatisreal is the child growing inside me.The child I must protect from anything that may want to cause him harm.

A shiver snakes down my spine as the cold wind whispers through the meadow.

Something’s not right here.This beautiful place has morphed into something ominous, and I want to leave.

Rogan’s hand is warm and steady in mine, an anchor in the eeriness that now surrounds us.I clutch my clothes and dress quickly.

“What will we do about clothing for you?”I ask Rogan.

“Same thing I always do.Arrive wherever I’m going in wolf form and then find something.”

I nod.“We need to go.”

“How?You think I know how to get out of here?”

“You got us here, didn’t you?”

He shakes his head.“I wish I knew what this place is.This isn’t the ether.At least not the ether I know.”

“I want to learn about the ether, Rogan.I want to know everything my father never taught me.But right now, we need to get out of here.We need to do something—” A light flashes in my mind.

It flashes with a word.

Unite.