His rough words make me absolutely desperate for his cock. Skor has defiled me, he’s right about that. Skor made sex something twisted and perverted. He branded his essence on my soul.
But Krall is here to redeem me, and he does so with the natural dominance of an older alpha who doesn’t need to demonstrate his prowess anymore. Krall has nothing to prove to anyone.
I spread my legs and the hard line of his cock slides down my pussy. He’s not inside me yet, but he is making me absolutely desperate for it.
“Tell me,” he growls. “Tell me who you are.”
“I’m yours,” I say, my voice trembling with need.
“Yes, you are. And who am I?” He captures my chin gently and turns my face to his.
I know what he wants me to say, but it’s too loaded a word. It makes me too soft, and too small. It makes me feel vulnerable in a way I never felt vulnerable before, even when I was small.
He drags his cock along my pussy, settles the head at the entrance to my body, but doesn’t push in.
“You’re not going to get what you want until you do as you’re told,” he purrs deliciously. “You went through it with Skor, but that chapter of your life is over. No more hunting horrors in the dark. Now you live in a palace and you have your cute pussy bred by your daddy.”
I moan with need and try to squirm so his cock goes inside me, but he keeps himself away from me.
“Say it,” he says. “Say it or we’ll put our clothes back on and go to afternoon tea and you will have to suffer with a wet, unsatisfied pussy.”
“Fuck me please, Daddy.” I mumble the words, blushing as I do. “Breed me.”
“Of course, princess,” he growls, thrusting inside me in one long, slow, delicious stroke that makes my pussy grip him so tightly as I let out a moan of pure contentment.
He fucks me long and hard, with experienced motions that make every part of my body tingle. Krall has been biding his time, I realize. He tried to get me under control to begin with, being all stern and rough, but now he has me where he wants me he is a different kind of dominant.
“I’m going to fill your pussy up again. Breed you nice and deep, and then you’re going to have a nap here and later you’ll be bred again,” he growls in my ear as his knot starts to thicken inside me. “Daddy wolf is going to make sure you never go more than a day without being fucked like you need to be, you naughty little whelp.”
He’s speaking with a kind of sexual softness that makes my clit tingle with orgasmic energy. I am being used and loved and bred and fucked, my legs are wrapping around him, I am begging him to come inside me, and my voice doesn’t sound like my own. It sounds higher and more desperate as I start to come even before he has knotted inside me.
“You’re a hungry little girl, aren’t you,” he says, thrusting deep and hard, giving me a rough rutting as he gets closer and closer to filling me up. “The first time I saw you, I knew this is how you’d end up, wrapped around my knot, coming so hard for me.”
He pins me down and pushes himself deep inside and I hear him roar as he breeds me, spilling thick ropes of cum in my pussy.
I am so fucked. I am so fucked, so bred, so owned, and so loved. Krall rolls us to the side, and I lie in the midst of luxury, Krall’sroughened fingers languidly rubbing traces of cum into my lips and clit until I take that nap Daddy insisted I take.
CHAPTER 17
Tabby
Living in a palace is a whole new experience. I am spoiled daily in so many ways I can barely begin to count them all. I have little to do, so I take to wandering about the place when I am bored, learning more about the palace and its inhabitants. I could do this for years and still only have learned a fraction of the history and lore of this stronghold of lupine power.
It’s a sunny afternoon about two weeks after our arrival, and I am taking one of my little walks. My mates are all at work, guarding the king and the palace and whatnot. I know they’re not far from me, but they’re also not with me.
At least, not until…
“C’mere.”
I let out a little gasping scream as Thorn pulls me into a small side room unexpectedly, bends me over a writing table, and throws up my skirts. He is wearing his guard uniform, whichtells me he is on duty, which tells me he’s not supposed to be doing this.
“Stay there,” he orders before putting his mouth to my pussy and licking me into a state of swift arousal. This is so unexpected and so spontaneous I don’t do anything besides what he tells me to do.
He stands up after a minute or two and slides his cock into my pussy, just like that, and starts fucking me with an almost casual sense of possession. I don’t think we should be doing this. I don’t even know what room we’re in, or who it belongs to. There are papers on the desk, but I don’t exactly have time to read them.
“The fuck are you… mnggh… doing?”
“What does it feel like I’m doing?” Thorn bites the back of my neck and chuckles. “Relax, baby. Take my cock. Here, want a treat?”
