Addicted to His Rejected Mate
He whispers fragments, my name, mate, mine, beautiful, like he can't hold them back.
Maybe the universe finally cut me a break. After the endless grind, the empty nights, maybe I'm allowed to have this one thing.
"Mine," he growls, thumb circling me. "Let go. Need to feel you."
It breaks me, harder, brighter, my body clenching around him. He follows with a roar, spilling deep, hips stuttering.
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