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I focused on the magic, enhancing the sensitivity even more where his mouth touched me.

The effect was immediate—Felix groaned against me as the amplified pleasure hit him through our connection.

And then the loop sent that pleasure right back at me, driving us both higher and higher.

His fingers pinched my nipples, and I felt myself growing even wetter against his mouth, heard his approving groan, and the vibration of that sound sent another shockwave of pleasure through me.

“Felix— It’s too much—” I gasped, my entire body trembling on a knife’s edge.

His hand left my breasts, sliding down to grip my hips with bruising force as he devoured me like a man starved.

His tongue flattened against my clit, circling and teasing before dipping lower to taste my entrance.

When he slid one long finger inside my slick heat, I gasped at the invasion.

He found that perfect spot deep inside me and began stroking it with deliberate, relentless pressure, curling his finger just right.

“Felix.” His name fell from my lips like a prayer, desperate and broken.

I was close, so close, tension coiling tighter and tighter at my core, every muscle in my body drawn taut as he worked me higher.

Felix seemed to sense how close I was, adding a second finger and curling them in a way that made my vision blur white.

The stretch and fullness combined with the relentless pressure against that spot inside me was driving me toward something that felt like it might shatter me completely.

Sounds I’d never made before tore from my throat—wild, uninhibited noises. I bit down hard on my lip to keep from screaming loud enough to wake the entire warehouse.

When the orgasm finally claimed me, it hit like a tsunami of sensation. Pleasure crashed through me in pulses so intense, I cried out his name, my back arching sharply as my inner muscles clenched around his fingers.

He didn’t relent. Kept rubbing, sucking, licking me through every aftershock, only gentling his touch as I came down, until I collapsed back onto the bed, trembling and dazed.

My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath, my mind blissfully empty of everything except the lingering echoes of pleasure. I wanted to stay suspended in this moment forever—feeling everything and thinking nothing.

“You taste of moonlight and magic, you know that? Fucking delicious. If I could taste you on my tongue every day for the rest of my life, watch you come undone in my mouth like that, I’d die the happiest fucker who ever lived.”

“I… That was…” I struggled to form words, my brain still scattered. “Felix, I…”

A wicked smile curved his lips. “I like the speechless look on you. Especially when I know I’m the one who put it there.”

He moved up to lie beside me, gathering me against the solid warmth of his chest. I could feel his arousal pressing insistently against my hip, hard and demanding, but he made no move to do anything about it.

“You want…?” I gestured vaguely, still trying to catch my breath.

He pressed a tender kiss to my forehead, his arms tightening around me protectively. “This was about you,” he said simply. “About making you feel what you deserve to feel. Putting you in a space where you have good dreams, not nightmares.”

Something caught in my throat—gratitude, wonder, confusion—I wasn’t sure what. The idea that I deserved to feel good, to feel cherished, was so foreign it made my chest ache. That someone could want to give me such exquisite pleasure without expecting anything in return seemed impossible.

I brushed my fingers through his hair. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

I laid my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. My wolf, normally so restless and angry, was quiet and content, curled up inside me like she’d found a place to finally rest.

“Felix?” I whispered.

“Hmm?”

“No one’s ever…” I struggled to find words. “I’ve never—.”

“I know.” His arms tightened around me, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of my head. “And that’s one hell of a fucking tragedy. But I have to say I’m honored, fucking ecstatic that I get to be the one who shows you all these things.”

The fierce protectiveness in his voice made my throat close up completely. “Stay?” I asked, hating how small my voice sounded. “Just until I fall asleep?”

He pulled the thin blanket over both of us and shifted to make room on the narrow camp bed, wrapping me more securely in his arms. “I’m not going anywhere.”

As sleep began to claim me, wrapped in Felix’s warmth and his pine-forest scent, a thought drifted through my mind: What if I was wrong after all? What if I wasn’t broken or flawed or damaged but just different? And what if different could be valuable, even precious?

For the first time in years, I slept without nightmares, my wolf and witch sides finally at peace, cradled in the arms of someone who saw all of me and, for some unknown reason, found me extraordinary.