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“Desire and sex…”

I pump my orgasm into her, and she sucks in a breath when I rub her clit, coaxing one last scream from her spent lungs.

“Take it,” I mutter, grunting as I empty myself into her sweet, tight cunt. “Take every fucking drop, mate.”

But it’s not enough—I need more. I lift her from me and lay her on her back, spreading her legs. Her pussy is red and raw, shiny and creamy from my cum. I shove her knees to her stomach and let out a growl, burying my head in her delicious cunt.

“Ohhhh,” Blair moans, her fingers gripping my hair as she yanks at it, begging me to release her.

Musky delight hits my tongue, and I lap it up like a man starved until it’s dripping down my chin and coating my throat. My tongue laps at the head of her womb, where our child will one day grow. I clean her fully, devouring her so she’s empty and plump, ready for my dick again.

I lift and look at her, and she stares at me, panting.

“Calix,” she breathes, and I climb to her mouth, my dick sinking back into her as our mouths meet.

“Taste us, mate,” I command, fucking her so hard the bed snaps beneath us. “Taste us.”

Blair does, sucking on my tongue and cleaning my face with her tongue. It’s feral; she’s feral. We’re feral.

And nothing else matters.

Chapter Thirty-Four

BLAIR

My mother was taken by an Alpha werewolf and held captive for two years.

Two years.

What happened to you, Mom?

I’ve got a sinking feeling about it all, but I can’t say for sure what really happened, and I don’t know if I’ll ever truly know. My aunt doesn’t know, and I doubt Leon knows any of this.

Shit—Leon!

I sit upright, and Calix groans beside me, stretching his limbs on the too-small bed. I fight a smile when he yawns, his lazy gaze sharpening when he sees me.

“Blair, what’s wrong?” His voice is groggy but panicked, and I reach out to cup his face.

“Nothing. I was just thinking about my mother, then I wondered if Leon knew…”

Calix is silent for a minute before shaking his head. “No, Leon didn’t know.”

I frown. “What makes you so sure?”

Calix shrugs. “He saw me once.”

My jaw drops open. “Leon saw you as a werewolf?!”

Calix nods and sits up. His hair falls into his eyes, and I stroke it away while awaiting his answer.

There’s no way Leon knew werewolves existed before I did. But then he let Calix take me… and it explains why Calix helped Leon out a few times…Shit!

“He saw me in my wolf form, yes.” Calix tilts his head before swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “He’d had a few drinks, and I think he knew it was something he needed to keep to himself.” A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he rises to his full height. “I don’t think anyone would have believed him, anyway.”

I stare at the floor.

Would I have believed him?