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“Look at me, Cora,” I command, pulling back just enough to watch her.

Her eyes flutter open, heavy-lidded and drowned in pleasure. The moment her gaze meets mine, I push two fingers straight into her tight heat and drag my tongue over her clit. Her whole body spasms. She screams my name into the quiet room, her walls clamping down around my fingers in a violent orgasm that shakes her from head to toe.

I lap at her, drinking her in until her shuddering sighs slowly begin to settle.

Before she can recover, I shuck my pants and underwear, towering over her. My cock is throbbing, dark and heavy, leaking precum at the tip.

I’ve spent my entire life making sure I had nothing to lose. No place I couldn’t walk away from, no names carved into my heart. For decades, survival meant having no anchors, no legacy, and no bloodline. Now I’m kneeling over a girl in my bed, preparing to stake a permanent claim on her future and anchor my life to hers forever.

In my world, a wife is a target. A child is in danger from the moment they take their first breath. I’ve spent my whole life assessing risk and planning escape strategies, making sure I could disappear into the shadows at a moment’s notice. But as I look down at her, flushed, soaking wet, and panting for me, I realize that risk is nothing to me anymore, and escape is the last thing I want.

If anyone comes for Cora or my child, I’ll burn Corvale to the ground and slaughter every man who tries to hurt them. I am never letting her go. She isn’t just staying in my house. I am marking her from the inside out.

Cora looks up at my cock, her chest heaving, her eyes wild with a mixture of fear and desire.

“Look at me, printsessa. Look at my face,” I growl, my hands gripping her thighs, pressing her open until she is entirely exposed to me. “I’m not wearing protection. I’m not pulling out. When I claim you tonight, there is no undoing it. You’re not just taking my body. You’re carrying my name, my blood, my entire goddamn life. Tell me to stop right now, or accept that you belong to me forever.”

If she tells me to stop—fuck, I don’t know what I’ll do.

She looks right into my soul, her hands sliding up my forearms, her fingernails biting into my skin.

“I was on the pill,” she whispers breathlessly. “Before I was taken. I haven’t taken it since. I presume I—”

My heart beats faster. She’s been off the pill for weeks.

The last thread of my sanity snaps. I grip her hips, pinning her against the mattress, and drive the broad head of my cock straight into her pussy.

Cora cries out, her nails digging luxuriously into my shoulders. The sheer tightness of her grips me like a vise. I push deeper, inch by inch, until my cock is buried all the way to the hilt.

She gasps, her throat arching back, her small hands digging nails into my shoulders as her body adjusts to my size.

“Khristos,” I groan as her hot, wet velvet encases my entire length. “You are so fucking perfect. Made to be filled by me.”

I begin to move. Slow and deliberate, pulling almost all the way out until just the swollen head remains at her lips, then driving back in, burying my cock deep against her back wall. She gasps with every thrust, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist, locking me inside her, begging for more.

The smell of sex and vanilla fills the room, driving me out of my mind. I abandon all restraint as my cock hammers into her with hard, possessive strokes.

“Zevran—yes, right there—please!” she cries out, her hands clutching at my back, her nails leaving stripes of pleasure-pain in their wake.

“I’m done being alone, printsessa,” I growl, leaning down to capture her mouth in a kiss while I work her without mercy. My cock drags against her sensitive walls, claiming every square inch of her insides. “You’re taking all of me. Every drop of me belongs to you.”

She clamps around my shaft with impossible tightness, her inner walls pulsing in a desperate attempt to milk me as her second orgasm hits her.

The feeling of her core convulsing around my cock pushes me over the edge. The lone wolf in me dies right then and there. I drive my cock into her as deep as physically possible, and with a ragged groan against her neck, I burst inside her.

My muscles flex hard as I flood her womb. My cock throbs inside her core, pouring every drop into her until my breath comes in ragged, hollow gasps. I don’t pull back. I stay buried inside her, pinning her down so that every single drop of my cum stays locked deep inside her body.

Cora’s arms wrap around my neck, her lips pressing desperate, sweet kisses to my jaw, my neck, my chest.

For a long time afterward, neither of us moves.

I lie on top of her, keeping most of my weight braced on my elbows, my cock still buried deep inside her soft heat, acting as a plug. The room is quiet except for our matching heavy breaths and the soft patter of rain against the balcony glass.

I pull back slightly to look down at her. Her face is flushed crimson, her lips swollen, and her eyes heavy with contentment.

“Are you okay?” I whisper, my voice raspy and destroyed, brushing a damp lock of blonde hair from her forehead.

She smiles, slow and sleepy, and the sight destroys every defense I ever built. “I’ve never felt better in my life.”