“Anywhere,” I gasp. The stretch of him is incredible. Surely he can’t be bigger than last time.
Linton’s mouth clamps onto my neck, halfway between my shoulder and my ear. There’s no pain, only a complete and utter bliss as he withdraws his cock and then thrusts all the way back in. I can feel his achingly slow pulls as he takes in my blood. With each mouthful, he thumps against me, his huge cock stretching me wider and wider, one hand on my buttock, holding me close, the other in my hair as if he never wants to let me go.
I am entirely at the mercy of my mothman. I am entirely his, my body, my soul as he circles his hips and drives deeper than ever. I wrap my hands around the base of his antennae, and he groans against my skin. The moonlight bathes us both in its eerie hue, and Linton sucks one last drop from me before his lips are on mine. I taste a little metallic, a little salt as his touch tips me into oblivion. My channel clamps down on him, making him groan. I pulse uncontrollably, covering him as he continues to thrust faster and faster until, with a deep, guttural groan, I feel him come. Hot, copious, and with a pinch and a tug, he is clamped within me.
“My mate, I am filling you,” Linton rasps. “I am breeding you.”
His hips are still working, but I go with him with every irregular thrust. His eyes are burning, burning, burning as he continues to empty himself. And I can feel the most tremendous stretch inside. I look down to see my stomach swelling.
“Linton?”
“You are taking my seed. You are taking all of it, sweet mate,” he croons, a hand cradling my stomach and making me convulse once again.
As I do, I feel a fresh rush from him, hot and lava-like as he spills still further directly into my womb.
None of this should be possible, but this is the Yeavering. If Linton needs to rearrange me in order to get me pregnant, then he will.
“Such a good little breeder,” he sighs, lips brushing over mine. “I want to always breed with you, my Kaitlyn. I want you always ripe and filled.”
“You do?”
“I want so many young.” He nuzzles at my neck, his tongue lapping over the tender spot where he bit me. “You took my claim, we mated under the full moon, and our future is set.”
I put my hand on his cheek. His skin glitters under the moonlight. I think his eyes are the clearest I’ve ever seen them.
“Linton, is it wrong if I love you?” I ask. “It’s been no time at all.”
He leans into my touch.
“I loved you the moment I saw you arrive in the Yeavering. I don’t think it’s wrong at all.”
LINTON
“You saw me…arrive?” Kaitlyn gazes up at me.
My spicket is firmly clasped within her. My seed has no escape and must do its duty.
“I did not know what I was witnessing. Warden had released me from the Shadow Keep as the Faerie were losing their war. It was before I ended up with the brothers,” I say, shaking my head slowly, even though I know it helps not with my memories.
“Oh,” Kaitlyn says.
“Had I known you’d end up with Lord Guyzance, had I had full control of my mind, I would have taken you away the very instant I saw you but…”
She studies my face.
“But?”
“There was a tavern, and there were Redcaps, and the innkeeper let me deal with them and gave me wine.”
“You don’t drink wine.”
“I don’t know why anyone drinks wine.” I smack my lips, still able to taste the foul stuff even over the deliciousness of Kaitlyn. “It is not nice and it made me feel bad.”
Kaitlyn screws her lips up in a strange scrunch.
“What is it?” I ask her, in case she is ill or she didn’t enjoy our mating.
“Nothing,” she says, but her voice is strangled.
