Cassian kept his word. For the remainder of the day I remained locked inside the Alpha’s private chambers, wearing only his shirt, the scent of our repeated joinings saturating every surface. Food arrived on a covered tray left outside the door by a silent staff member who never saw my face. I ate little. Most of the hours were spent in a heavy, sated daze, replaying the feel of his knot locking inside me and the low, possessive growls he made each time he came. When the door finally opened again it was full dark. Cassian entered carrying a small leather bag and the sharp scent of the outside world. He locked the door, set the bag down, and crossed to the bed in three long strides. Without speaking he pulled the shirt over my head, pushed me onto my back, and spread my thighs. “Missed this cunt,” he muttered, already hard. He thrust into me in one smooth motion, burying himself to the root. The stretch was still intense, my body still tender from the previous claims, yet the wet
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