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“You have me,” he replies, flipping us.
He turns me, so I’m lying across the couch, and begins to fuck into me with deep, rutting strokes. His cock stretches my body to the line of what I can handle, but I’d accept pain and suffering to see that look on his face as he wrecks me in the best way possible.
“Fucking hell. You feel like nothing I’ve ever experienced. You’re so goddamn tight. Watching you stretch around me...” He kneels between my spread thighs, staring at where he disappears inside me.
I know I’m not taking all of him, and it makes me wish I could. He growls, low and menacing, and it makes me leak around his swollen length. His hand moves to cup my lower stomach. “The way my tip bounces against your insides. Fuck me, it’s doing wild shit to my brain.” His words spur on my desire as I clench around him. “That’s it, little one. Take every inch I feed you.”
It truly is strange to see his crown press into my skin from the inside out.
It makes me ache to plead for his cum. I bite my cheek to keep from begging him to breed me. Impulses are weird. It also makes me wildly uncomfortable, because no matter how desperate I am for children, I’ll never be able to give him that.
Orcs have the almost uncontrollable urge to breed their mates. I’m not able to carry a child, and his biological impulses will eventually force us to part ways.
No, don’t do that.
I have an awful habit of focusing on the bad, but this moment is purely good.
I’ve been honest with him. He knows of my condition—at least, the basics.
The bubble beads on my bracelet slide around as I run my fingers down his muscular stomach, rattling together as I move. If only things could be different. I know I could be happy with Atlas for eternity.
“You’re thinking again.” He falls atop me, and the feeling of his weight caging me in is addictive. His forearm hits the arm of the couch above my head as his fingers brush my cheek. “Stay here, in the moment, with me.” He grinds into me right where I need him the most.
My pussy weeps around his swollen length as his ridges tease me just right. “Atlas...”
He shoves his tongue into my mouth and stretches a hand down to tease my clit. It throbs in time with the ache in my core.
It only takes three or four savage snaps of his hips into mine, and I’m there.
He snarls into the kiss as he swells impossibly hard. The bulbous crown thickens to nearly painful proportions right before it becomes difficult for him to slide in and out. Between the way my body locks down and the way his ridges grow larger, it’s impossible for him to thrust in and out. His movements switch to a deep grinding as electricity slings its way through my entire body. His shaft jumps inside me with each powerful shot of his cum. Even though I know it’s not possible, I still let myself live in the fantasy for a few seconds, imagining he’s fucking his baby into me.
As my orgasm begins to subside, I stare up at his handsome face. He smirks, and those snake bite piercings of his glint in the light.
“I’ve got you,” he says in his language as he brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “And now that I do, I’m never letting you escape. Try to run, and I’ll be forced to hunt you.” He grins, making the experience sound purely sexual. “You have my solemn vow that I will murder anyone who tries to keep me from you from here on out.” My heart flames in response to his words. I can feel his sincerity, and it’s overwhelming as hell. “I hope you’re happy, little one. You’re mine.”
I nod, blinking back tears.
He’s truly the perfect male, but even after all these years, I’m still lying to him.
ChapterEight
Aline
Twenty Three Years Ago
“Are you nervous?” Aryndia asks with a wide smile as she’s laced into her wedding dress.
“Hardly.” I swipe long hair back from my face.
It’s a lie, and my twin can feel as much. We’ve always had a deep connection. It’s unusual for fae to have twins. Our parents are considered blessed to have birthed us.
“Not too tight,” I remind the female lacing my sister’s dress.
It’s the worst-kept secret in Faere that Ary is pregnant. Her mates are from Winter and Autumn Court. They’ve grown up together, making it impossible to keep them apart.
She’s already carrying a fledgling.
She’s excited, but deeply nervous.
