Page 51 of Healing Her Lions


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“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants with every meeting of our hips.

I suck hard one more time before moving to her other nipple and licking. “You taste so good. I love your tits. I want to fuck them, too.” She squeezes the fuck out of my cock. “You like that?”

“Yes,” she gasps.

“You like everything Daddy is doing?”

“Yes, everything.” Her head thrashes, and her hips jerk.

I scrape my teeth across her jaw. “My lion can’t wait to mark you.” I know my eyes have changed into my animal’s. He is near the surface, basking in our mate's scent and desire.

“Daddy,” she whimpers desperately.

“Are you going to come, baby?” I feel her tighten almost to the point of pain.

“Yes, please, Daddy.”

“Not yet,” I growl. “Wait.”

“Argh…”

“You can do it, baby,” I encourage. “I want you to wait.” Her wild eyes lock on me. “That’s it, baby. Good girl. You are Daddy’s good girl.” I pound into her. My mouth hovers over her panting one. “Yes, baby. So good. I love your pussy. Do you love how I stretch you?”

Her head nods jerkily. “Please.”

“Almost. Hold it,” I command and watch her with amazement and pride as she does. “Fuck yes, my girl.” I do ten more strokes, and I can’t hold myself back anymore. “Now, Breeane. Come on my cock. Now.”

“Yes,” she screams.

She covers me in her come. “That’s my girl.” She locks down on me. I can barely move while I shoot my come inside her.

I still my lips on her shoulder with her harsh breathing in my ear. I let our heartbeats ease before pulling out. “Don’t move,” I say gruffly.

I clean myself, get a towel, and gently wipe away our combined come. She doesn’t move, allowing me to care for her, watching me with heavy eyes. I go back to the bathroom and clean up the room quickly.

When I reach the bed, I gather her high in my arms and pull down the covers. I get in and tuck her into my side, and she wraps herself around me. Her head rests on my chest, and I lay my hand on hers over my heart.

“Thank you, Breeane.” I stroke her hair. “You were a good girl.”

“Daddy,” she murmurs.

It doesn’t take long for her to drop into sleep, my hand still gliding over her hair.

I am honored by her trust. I am thankful for the bond that brought her to me.

I will never take the gift of her for granted.

Chapter Fifteen

Breeane

Ireach over to an empty bed. The last thing I remember after the life-changing night with Las is him petting my hair. Fuck, it felt good. It was so good that, combined with the massive orgasm, being handled sternly but with care, I fell into the best night of sleep ever, which is mind-blowing because I have never had trouble sleeping.

I struggle to sit up, throwing the covers off and rubbing my face. I pat down my hair and look down at my naked body. I don’t look any different. The difference is inside of me—my heart feels a bit lighter.

I hear water in the kitchen. He didn’t leave.

I jump out of bed excitedly and skip to the bathroom. I don’t even care about my crazy hair or my smeared makeup. All that matters is the glow on my face and the smile on my lips. Luckily, Las left his shirt on the counter, which I quickly slip on, use the toilet, and brush my teeth. I leave the hair.

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