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"I want that connection with you," she whispers, running her fingers over my cheek.

Her pussy clenches in waves, milking my cock for all I'm worth. I groan. My cheek bumps her head to the side, and I strike. My teeth dig into the soft flesh of her throat. The dizzying wave of pleasure I'm hit with isn't my own, but it sure as fuck feeds mine.

Evie slides into my senses like a soft breeze through an open window. Her undeniable affection takes my goddamn breathaway. It's not love, not yet, but it's that tender ember of feeling that grows into it.

I'm slammed so hard with her emotions that I don't know which way is up. She's utterly content and still extremely aroused.

"You're all mine," I growl as my cock swells. "Gonna fuck my baby into you now, little one." My knot pulses with wave after wave of pleasure as I burst as far as I can get inside her.

I rut with deep, snapping movements of my hips as I lose my fucking mind. The jolts of ecstasy are so intense my vision goes spotty.

"Fucking hell, Evie."

She holds me to her as she shivers under me. She kisses my cheek, and I grin like a damn lunatic.

"I'm so happy," she says, her voice filled with emotion. "I can feel everything you're feeling. I don't…" She buries her face in my neck and softly cries. My panic ratchets up, but her small hand caresses my head. "They're happy tears, can't you feel it?"

"I do," I agree, rolling us over. I'm still fully locked inside her. "Sorry, a crying woman always elicits a little panic."

Evie snorts a laugh.

I gently pull her glasses off and kiss her forehead. "Let's get some rest."

Evie kisses my chest as she snuggles into my shoulder. I fall asleep knowing life just changed for the better.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Everly

Iwake up hot and uncomfortable. The sheet slides over my bare skin, and I feel achy in a way I've never experienced. Tom is missing from his side of the bed, and when I roll over the other way I roll into Luke.

"Good morning, pretty girl," Luke mumbles, sliding a hand over the back of my head. "Oh shit, you're hot."

He sits up, studying my face.

"I don't feel so good," I grumble. "I think I caught the flu. My entire body hurts. You should stay back. You might get sick."

Luke buries his face in my neck. "Nah, sweetness. I don't think that's what this is."

My pussy throbs as I catch a whiff of his electric scent. My nipples tighten painfully, and I moan, trying to roll up into a ball.

"I think bonding with Murphy sent your heat into overdrive," Luke says, brushing his cheek against mine.

"Please don't leave me," I whimper, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him down on top of me.

"I should get one of the others," he replies, and his eyes squeeze shut.

"I don't need one of the others," I say, pushing his shoulder, rolling him over. "I need you."

"Oh, sweet girl, how I wish that was true." He shakes his head like he can't believe he said that.

I toss my leg over his pelvis and slide over on top of him.

"Do I need to beg?" I ask, grinding my hips over his. His cock jumps between my thighs, and I whimper. I run my hands over his strong chest. He's covered in muscles. "Because I will. Please, Luke, I needyou."

His hands land on my hips, and he grinds me over his thickening length.

"It would be so much better without that pesky material between us," I grumble. Luke's hand lands on my ass in a playful swat, and I shiver. "Crap, that felt really good."