His words hit me like a jolt, and I want to deny it, to push him away, but I can’t. I’m drowning in him, in the overwhelming sensations and the storm of emotions he stirs in me. He shifts behind me, turning me onto my hands and knees with gentle but unyielding strength.
I gasp as his hands grip my hips, his chest brushing my back. “This is where you belong,” he growls, his voice a raw blend of dominance and desperation. “With me. Always.”
And then he enters me from behind, slow at first, drawing a gasp from my lips. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain, of resistance and desire. He moves, each thrust claiming me, each touch unraveling the tension between us. I can’t hold back the moans spilling from me, matching his deep groans as we move together.
With each thrust, a moan escapes me, but my mind is not with Kael. It’s with my true mate. I think of Lucian—of his strength, his steadiness, his quiet intensity—and tears spill from my eyes.
I hope to Goddess I’ve done the right thing by becoming Kael’s Luna once again. I know this was the path I had to take for my child, but I can’t deny the ache in my heart, my longing to be in the arms of my true love, Lucian Blackwood.
TWO DAYS LATER
I wake with a gasp, my hand flying to my belly as pain radiates through me. The bed beside me is cold and empty—Kael must have left early for a meeting. Another wave of discomfort makes me grip the sheets, and I know with sudden certainty: the baby is coming soon.
I struggle to sit up, my movements slow and careful as I try to breathe through the tightening in my abdomen. Just then, the door bursts open and Sabrina stumbles in, her face streaked with tears, her usual perfect composure completely shattered.