Rok freezes. His whole body locks up like he’s been speared, muscles trembling.

“Jus-teen.” His voice is shredded, rough like he’s been screaming. His pupils are blown black, but he’s holding himself still, even though I can feel him twitching inside me. “Hurts?”

I choke out a laugh. “Yes. No. Don’t stop.”

When I clench around him, his snarl shakes the cave walls.

His jaw clenches, his muscles taut as he holds himself still, every inch of him trembling beneath my touch. He’s fighting himself, barely holding back, and the sight of him—this massive, powerful warrior brought to the edge by me—is enough to make my core clench around him.

He groans, his head falling forward to rest against my shoulder, his breath hot against my neck. His teeth graze the tender skin there, and my eyes roll over as I groan.

My nails drag down his back as I shift slightly, adjusting to his size. The movement sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I gasp, my hips instinctively rocking against him.

“Move,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “Rok, please. I need you to move.”

He growls again, his hands tightening on my hips as he pulls back slowly, the thick length of him dragging against my inner walls in a way that makes my toes curl. And then he thrusts back in, harder this time, and the force of it knocks the breath from my lungs.

“Jus-teen,” he groans, his voice desperate as he starts moving, his hips rolling in a slow, earth-shattering rhythm. Each thrust is deep, powerful, pulling me apart and putting me back together again.

His forehead is against mine again, our breaths mingling as his golden eyes burn into me, full of awe and hunger and something deeper—something that shatters everything I thought I knew.

“You feel…perfect.” His lips brush against mine. “You are perfect.”

I shudder at his words, my body tightening around him as pleasure coils low in my belly. “No, you’re perfect,” I whisper back.

His hands slide down to my thighs, gripping them tightly as he lifts me higher against the wall. The new angle has him hitting deeper, harder, and I cry out, my head falling back as my legs tighten around his waist.

“Rok,” I gasp, my voice a broken plea.

He growls low in his throat, his hips snapping harder now, his rhythm growing more urgent. His claws dig lightly into the soft flesh of my thighs, and the slight sting only heightens the pleasure coursing through me.

“You’re…mine.” His golden eyes blaze as they lock onto mine. “My Jus-teen. My female.”

I should tell him absolutely not. That there’s no way this would work out between us. But the words don’t come. Instead, all that leaves my lips, my thoughts, is a broken, surrendering, “Yes.”

The word seems to snap something inside him. He lifts me higher, his hands gripping my ass as he pulls me away from the wall, holding me in the air like I weigh nothing. He thrusts up into me, deeper than before, and I scream his name, my nails digging into him.

“Feel you.” Even in his thoughts, his voice is tight with desperation. “So good. So…wet.”

I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but hold on as he fucks me, his pace relentless now. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, and I can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my belly, ready to snap.

I don’t think it will happen. Unfortunately, I’ve never been one of those girls who could come with only penetration. But this is different. Rok is different. And his cock. It really is like it was made just for me.

“Rok,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “I’m gonna—I’m⁠—”

My orgasm crashes over me and I scream his name as my body tightens around him, gripping him like a vice. Pleasure pulses through me in wave after wave, leaving me trembling in his arms.

Rok groans, his thrusts growing erratic. His golden eyes lock onto mine, his gaze blazing with intensity. “Mine.”

“Yes,” I gasp, my voice barely audible. “Yours.”

He grunts, his head falling back as his body tenses beneath me. I feel him throb inside me, his cock pulsing as he comes, filling me with his release. The sensation is overwhelming, and a delicious shiver runs through me as I pant, gasping as I cling to him.

For a long moment, neither of us moves. Our breaths mingle in the quiet of the cave, our bodies trembling as the aftershocks of pleasure roll through us. His forehead presses against mine again, his golden eyes softening as they meet mine.

“You…are a miracle.”

I smile, my heart swelling at the possessiveness in his tone. I cup his face, brushing my thumb over his jaw. And as I rest my head against his chest, his strong arms still wrapped around me, I know one thing is certain. There’s no turning back from this. Not now. Not ever.

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Chapter 31

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WHAT JUST HAPPENED? (AND CAN WE DO IT AGAIN?)

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ROK

The universe has shifted.

In all my cycles, I have hunted the great beasts of the dust. I have fought rival clans and survived the black winds. I have shed blood and suffered wounds that would have killed lesser beings. But nothing—nothing—has prepared me for this.

For her.

I watch her now as she sleeps, curled on the smooth stones of the dust stalker’s abandoned nest. Her breathing is soft, her face peaceful in a way it rarely is when she’s awake. The fire I’ve built casts golden light across her skin, highlighting the strange paleness that first made me think she was something other than flesh.

My Jus-teen.

My female.

The claiming still pulses through my blood, a satisfaction so deep it feels carved into my bones. The memory of being inside her makes my stem harden yet again, an urgency I never knew before she fell from the sky.

When I first coupled with her against the cave wall, it was like the universe clicked into place. Like every breath before had been shallow, and suddenly I could fill my lungs completely. Her body welcomed mine, tight and wet and perfect, as if the great Ain had crafted her specifically for me.

She’d taken me again after we rested, guiding me to taste the sweet water between her legs. The sounds she made—soft cries that built to desperate screams—are branded in my memory. And when she’d mounted me afterward, her soft body sliding down over my hardness, her watery eyes locked with mine…I’d nearly lost myself completely.

I shift closer to the fire, adding more fuel to keep her warm. She shivers even in sleep, her small form vulnerable to the cold of the cave. My Jus-teen is delicate in ways I never expected. Strong in spirit but fragile in body. She needs protection. Nourishment. Warmth.

She needs me.

The possessiveness that floods through me is like nothing I’ve ever felt. Mine to protect. Mine to feed. Mine to please. The thought of her living with me in the clan cave shoots through my mind, and my chest rumbles with satisfaction.

My clan will welcome her—a blessing from the sky, a gift from Ain herself. They will see her value, just as I have. They will help me protect her and find the others of her kind.

I have already gathered water while she slept, filling the gourd from a small spring deeper in the cave system. And now I will hunt. My female needs meat to strengthen her, especially after our coupling.

I touch her face gently, careful not to wake her with my claws, and ease away toward the cave entrance. I slip out into the twilight, my vision sharpening as I adjust to the dimness. The pesky dust serpent that had been after us is now gone, leaving the sands peacefully still.