“I mean it.”
Lucien’s voice was thick and low, breath hot against her temple as he shifted just slightly inside her, his knot still buried, still throbbing. His c**k was still twitching from how tightly her p***y gripped him, how swollen she still was from his c*m, how completely she’d taken him. And yet, he wasn’t f*****g her now.
Not yet.
He was speaking.
And Sera could feel every word wrap around her like his mouth was speaking them straight into her womb.
“I mean it, Sera. Every time I shift, I’m going to want to f**k you like this. No..need to. Every f*****g time you shift, your body will smell like mine, your heat will rise, and I won’t be able to stop myself. I’ll f**k you wherever we are. I don’t care if it’s in the middle of a clearing or under a council tree or by the river.
