Alexander’s POV
“F*ck,” the word tore out of my throat, less a human curse and more a guttural, feral roar of absolute, earth-shattering triumph.
The exact moment my hips snapped forward, driving the massive, half-shifted length of my c*ck completely to the hilt inside her, the entire universe simply ceased to exist. There was no forest, no morning mist, no ancient bloodlines or curses. There was only the scalding, impossible heat of my True Mate completely sheathing my flesh, her tight, newly forged immortal walls instantly clamping down around my girth like a velvet vise.
Lilian’s back arched violently off the damp moss. Her head tossed back, exposing the long, flawless line of her throat as a shattered, inhuman scream of pure, unadulterated ecstasy ripped past her fangs.
The sheer,
