"Only when the wolf lays down his crown does the kingdom find peace in his heartbeat."
The initial, demanding claim had completely subsided, yielding to a deep, profound connection that anchored my soul far more effectively than any psychic ward or political decree ever could. The raw, desperate hunger that had driven me to possess Elias was finally spent, replaced by the spiritual, undeniable necessity of the Fusion.
I was still fully sheathed in Elias's sweet hole, my body heavy and commanding above his, my chest heaving above his back. Elias was no longer struggling under the sheer, brutal force of the Alpha; he was arching into the rhythm, his own potent scent of spice and profound relief filling the chamber, mingling perfectly with the musk of my own satisfaction and release.
