I angled my hips and thrust upward.
She screamed.
I held that angle and kept driving into her, relentless, until her slick dripped down my balls.
Sweat built across my back as my hips snapped back and forth, faster, harder—every stroke a claim.
Her cries echoed through the room, cracked and raw.
Everly.
My obsession. My undoing. My fucking broodmare.
“You want it, baby?” I rasped, voice frayed from restraint.
She nodded—wild, wrecked, mine.
“Tell me,” I growled, dragging it from her.
“B-breed me, Silas,” she moaned, voice trembling.
My hand slid from her hip to between her thighs, fingers finding her swollen and soaked.
Conception was more likely when she came.
And I wanted that.
I wanted everything.
I fucked her so deep that I felt the tip of my cock bump into something. But it didn't stop me. My balls slapped her each time and when I felt her pussy flutter around me, I rubbed her soaking clit in circles.
Her body jerked, and she howled my name. Broken and desperate. The gush of her come covered my cock. Her pussy began to milk me, and with a low growl, I emptied my balls deep inside her. Spurt after spurt, my cock pulsated with each one.
My breath was ragged and my legs were weak, but I still dragged her to the bed.
Laid her face down.
Covered her with my body.
Kept myself buried inside her, sealing her up—so nothing I’d given her could spill out.
Chapter 12
Everly
I was utterly wrecked—and I loved it. From the slick sweat trapped between our bodies to the way he refused to leave mine, keeping every drop of his come plugged inside me.
Our child would be wanted. Loved.
I could work from home, raise my baby. I’d already checked the maternity leave policy—twice.
“Can we do that again?” I asked, my voice muffled by the bedding.
“Oh, baby,” he chuckled, kissing my shoulder. “We’re going to do that again and again. As many times as you want.”
I smirked.
Looked like I’d given Silas Voss a second shot at life.
