“My seed is protected. The collar only binds you,” he said slowly. “Take a look.”
I shifted on the floor and gasped when I saw that my silver stretch marks had become black. They spread across my entire belly like a complex pattern of veins. They were thick at the bottom but grew as thin as a spider’s web at the top. Before I could react, he was standing behind me.
“This is my wager won. In a few short days, she will give birth to our next Prince,” he announced, but his hands cupped my breasts. “Until then? She'll learn her true purpose.”
My breasts started to leak, and Alvar laughed, retracting his claws. I stared at them, the white droplets of milk dripping down me, aghast that he made me lactate.
He snapped his fingers.
The collar's thorns dug deeper.
And my body arched for him.
Chapter 3
Willow
Iknelt before him on the obscenely large bed, which was covered in black silk sheets. The gold posts were carved with screaming faces. The thorn collar sat heavy around my throat, its barbs a constant threat.
Alvar studied me like a puzzle, his black eyes glinting.
“Why you?” he mused, tapping a claw against his chin. “No creature has ever carried my seed to term. Had it not been for the wager, I'd never have sullied myself with a mortal.”
I glared at him, my fingers digging into my thighs.
He smirked. “Fiery little thief. You tried to steal what's mine.” His hand lifted, and the collar tightened, thorns pricking my skin until blood welled.
I stood, stepping toward him as his fingers untied the emerald gown. “Take it off,” he ordered with his gaze locked on my swollen belly.
The silk pooled at my feet. His touch was ice as he traced my skin.
“There you are, little one,” he crooned.
“Talk to me.”
Silence. Then—
A cruel smile curled his lips.
“You fed him,” he purred. “Your son's first kick? That was my child stretching itself in your womb. Your 'miscarriage'? My heir swallowing its weakling twin whole.”
I gasped out Luke's name.
“Yes,” he hissed, gripping my breast. “And when he's born, you'll feed him again. Every drop of milk belongs to me.”
He moved faster than I could blink, sharp teeth closed around my nipple, his tongue lashing the sensitive flesh. I cried out, my body betraying me as heat pooled between my thighs.
“That's it,” he murmured against my skin, his breath scalding. “Cum for me, little thief. Let me feel that tight cunt clench.”
I fought it. I fought. But the thorns twisted deeper, and my legs shook as pleasure ripped through me. My back arched, a broken groan tearing from my lips as I shattered.
Tears streamed down my face. Luke. My Luke. He never stood a chance. Alvar pulled back, licking his lips.
“I hate you,” I whispered.
“I know you hate me,” he murmured, dragging a claw down my cheek. “But your body adores me.”
I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.
