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“Caleb, I need you. Please help me. I hurt.”

The knowledge she was in pain, pain without the added benefit of pleasure, sliced me to my core. I was here for a reason—she was in need of relief. I couldn’t serve her in the same way her other mates had—even though I fiercely wanted to—but I could help. I could take away some of the need.

“Spread your thighs, Sunday. I’ll take away the ache.”

She was quick to do so, her body visibly reacting to my gaze. Slick arousal slid down her plump lower lips and sent my cock weeping with need. She reached for me, her hand palming my length and squeezing.

“Feck, you’re a bad girl. No touching.”

I would never last if she touched me. I cast my gaze around, searching for something to bind her with when it was clear she was beyond obeying the simple request.