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The room is still dark when you feel it - warmth wrapped around you like a vice, Allie's chest heaving against your back, his breath coming in short, unsteady waves against the curve of your neck. His arms hold you tighter than usual. Too tight. His whole body trembles with the effort of keeping still. This rut came early. Harder than anything he's felt before - and he whispers your name like it's the only word keeping him tethered. You are his bond, his anchor, the reason his pulse won't slow. He needs you, and he's barely holding on.