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trapping the piece of flesh between their bodies, pressing the swollen slit of her vulva just at the top, c**t to cockhead, so that the golden honey of her breeder's slick would spill down over him.

Sasha had to stretch her neck to keep her hold on her bite, sucking the thick iron of his blood while maintaining the perfect rubbing position of his fat mushroom tip lined up with the engorged bundle of nerves her c**t had become.

Kane wrapped her tight in his arms, bone crushingly so, keeping the position as he moved, walking with purpose away from his warriors.

He took her to their rooms and found the nest on her bed. It was massive, comprised of most of his dirty laundry. Sasha had found his clothing before it could be washed and brought it here, along with blankets he had ejaculated on in his sleep and pillowcases he had drooled on. If it smelled like Kane, she took possession of it and let no one touch it.

He was alternately purring and growling for her, pleased at the sight. She was too gone now to be embarrassed, too hungry and determined.

His rut had triggered her second estrous. Her claiming heat.

While clamped on his neck, she made sweet, needy little noises. Tension built in her abdomen, want a cramping, painful thing.

He tried to set her down. There was an instinctive protocol to a nest—the breeder invited the alpha in—but Sasha wouldn't release him. He was her nest;