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The word suddenly snapped in my head.

Rut.

Knot.

I went still between them while I was still full of both of them, and the heat in my stomach turned sharp enough to cut through the haze.

“Klayton.” My voice came out thinner than I wanted. “If you go into rut— if you knot me— I just had the babie...

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