The sound of her name—broken, reverent—tore from his throat as he drove into her from behind, his grip a bruising brand on her hips.

Elara was lost.

Completely.

Every thrust sent her further into the abyss, her hands twisting in the sheets as she cried out with each snap of his hips. The room echoed with wet, obscene sounds, the scent of sex thick in the air, clinging to their sweat-slicked bodies.

“You feel that?” Caelin rasped, bending over her, chest pressed to her back. His hand slid beneath her, fingers finding her breast, tugging at the swollen peak. “You feel how soaked you are? How tight you still are around me?”

She whimpered, arching into his touch.

“Say it,” he ordered, his voice like gravel against her skin. “Say who’s making you feel this way.”

“You,” she gasped. “Gods—Caelin—it’s you—only you—”

“That’s right,” he growled, teeth grazing her shoulder. “Mine.”

He reached down again, fingers slipping between her thighs to circle her clit with devastating precision. Her entire body jerked.

“Please—” she sobbed, on the brink.

And he didn’t stop.

His rhythm deepened, his hips slamming into her with raw force as she unraveled beneath him. Her orgasm came fast and hard, stealing the breath from her lungs. She clenched around him, crying out, nails clawing at the sheets.

Caelin cursed, burying himself deep one last time before he stilled—his entire body tensing as he followed her over the edge. He groaned her name like a vow, hips twitching with each pulse of release, his forehead pressed to the back of her neck.

They collapsed together, tangled and gasping, the mattress soaked beneath them, the room heavy with heat and silence.

Elara couldn’t move.

She could barely breathe.

She just lay there, chest rising and falling beneath his weight, her body trembling from the intensity of it all.

He kissed the back of her shoulder—slow, almost tender.

“I should stop,” he murmured.

But he didn’t move.

Didn’t pull away.

And she knew—deep down—he wasn’t done.

Not yet.

Their breathing was ragged, hearts pounding in unison as Caelin pulled her back into his arms. Elara’s cheek pressed to the sheets, flushed and glowing, her body humming from the intensity of what they had just shared.

But he wasn’t done.

Not yet.

He shifted behind her, his palm spreading across her hips possessively. When he leaned in, lips brushing her ear, his voice was low. Wicked.

“I want all of you, Elara,” he growled. “Every inch.”

Her breath caught.

And when he spread her ass cheeks to reveal her right ass, he inserted one finger first as she moaned and fucked her ass into his finger , she gasped—but didn’t pull away.

He murmured soft words against her skin, coaxing her with reverent care and scorching desire. And when she finally yielded, trembling but trusting, he guided his tip to her ass , slowly kneading it in —slow, deliberate, intense. Then he pushed fully into her , she yelled and he groaned deep and low

It was like nothing either of them had ever experienced.

A union both forbidden and sacred.

Their bond pulsed wildly as they moved together, heat crackling between them until their pleasure crested once more—this time in perfect sync. The kind of climax that left no room for words, only the raw, gasping truth of how deeply they fit.

They collapsed again, tangled and breathless.

But the moment shattered with a soft knock on the door.

“M-My Lord?” came a small, nervous voice. “Forgive me, but… the Luna is on her way.”

Caelin stiffened.

Elara blinked, still dazed. “Luna?” she repeated slowly.

His jaw flexed. “I told them not to disturb me.”

The Omega stammered an apology from behind the door, retreating immediately.

Elara tried to sit up, confusion knitting her brows, but before she could, Caelin’s hand wrapped around her waist.

“Caelin, wait—”

“I’m not finished with you,” he rasped, flipping her again.

Her protest turned to a moan as he filled her once more—fierce and consuming. There was no gentleness this time. Just the desperate, greedy need of a man who knew he was crossing a line for the last time. She gave him everything, not knowing it would be the final time she ever would.

When it was over, when their sweat-slicked bodies collapsed together in the mess they made, Elara curled into him, blissfully unaware.

“You’ll come see my father, won’t you?” she asked softly, her fingers dancing across his chest. “It would be great if you could meet him officially .”

Caelin’s eyes softened as he brushed a kiss across her brow. “Of course,” he murmured. “I’ll come tonight.”

She beamed.

Clothed in nothing but her joy, she kissed him again, then rose from the bed and slipped into her dress. “I should go before your people say something scandalous.”

He helped her straighten her gown, his lips brushing hers once more.

When she left, her smile lit the hallway like sunlight.

As soon as the door shut behind her, Caelin’s expression changed.

Gone was the warmth.

Gone was the softness.

He turned to the Omega waiting silently by the corner. “Burn the sheets,” he ordered coldly. “Scrub every inch. I want no trace of her scent in this room.”

The Omega bowed. “Yes, Alpha.”

“And from now on,” he added, voice like steel, “Elara is not to be let in again. Ever. Do you understand?”

Another bow. “As you command.”

Caelin stood by the window, staring into the fading morning.

His chest felt hollow.

He’d touched paradise with his own hands.

And now he had to let it rot behind closed doors.

Because there was a price for everything.

Even love.