Vera wakes with the dull throb of something too deep in her belly to name. She’s drenched in sweat, thighs shaky, cunt swollen and sore.
For a second—she forgets.
For a single, blessed, hollow heartbeat—she thinks it must’ve been a dream. The knot. The altar. The way he’d humiliated her. Made her beg.
The pulse of the collar around her neck interrupts her reverie. Soft. Steady.
Claimed.
Her body tenses.
The arm of Rael’s still across her waist—muscular, warm, possessive. His palm just above the rune glowing just above her cunt, thumb stroking the tender skin.
The knot hasn’t fully subsided yet.
She can feel him, still thick and swollen and pulsing against her inside. The two of them locked together in the most primal of ways.
His c**k twitching from time to time, a reminder of th
