Chapter TWENTY-ONE-KIAN

I can’t remember anything—and I mean anything—in my entire fucked-up life that feels more right, more holy, than being balls-deep inside my mate.

Arliss.

She’s not just mine.

She’s it.

My beginning, my end, and everything in between.

There’s no world outside this moment. No fear, no questions, not even the goddamn Rut that’s been hanging over me like a loaded gun.

Just her.

Just us.

Her body wrapped around mine like silk spun from stars and sin, her scent so thick I can taste it when I breathe.

She clenches around me, hot and slick and fucking perfect, and I swear I black out for a second from the sheer force of it.

“Kian!” she cries, voice raw, sweet, wrecked, as I slam forward, my hips meeting the lush round of her ass with a delicious, dirty smack.

Fuck.

The way her tight, soaked cunt grips me. Like it knows I’m the only one who’ll ever be inside her again. It just undoes me.

“I got you, Mo Chroí. I got you, mate.”

My voice is low and guttural, barely human.