These places used to feel as distant as happiness. Now I have him, nothing is out of reach. I know this thing between us isn’t what everyone else has. Not Cassidy, not Shoshanna, not Kaya with their Butcher Boys. We all have something different and unique. What Clay and I share is sewn together with blood, tears, loneliness, commitment, and love. He’s the wolves’ leader, always alone, and I’m the little deer lost in the woods, forced to sharpen my teeth on concrete.
Mid-morning light filtersin as I crawl across the massive king-size bed in my delicate Gucci lingerie, his cum sliding down my thighs. A dull ache in my core remindsme how thoroughly he’s fucked me over the past twenty-four hours.
He wants another baby.
And so do I.
My husband sits on the bed, his back pressed into the luscious, cushioned headboard, completely naked, long muscular legs stretched out. As his clear-blue eyes track me, I force myself between him and the newspaper he’s reading. He lowers the paper behind my back, eyebrow rising at my demanding entrance.
My body hums and trembles—satiated and fatigued. Planting myself on his lap, I enjoy the subtle amusement on his face as his blue gaze narrows on me.
“Yes, little deer?”
“You know, Sir”—I tease—“you can read the news on your phone,live, as it happens.”
He feigns shock, the pulse of his cock throbbing against my thigh. “Is that so, sweet girl?”
“Mhm.” I nod enthusiastically, beaming at my husband. He is so distinguished and smooth, so effortlessly powerful.
He stares at me. A charismatic smile sweeps across his breathtaking face, and I physically swoon. This is my well-fucked and at peace Clay Butcher. “What other pearls of wisdom do you have for me, little deer?”
I laugh aloud. “That,because I’m still breastfeeding, it might be harder to get me pregnant.”
“Your period returned fast, sweet girl. I doubt we will have a problem. Any other insights?”
I eye the empty espresso cup beside him on the glass bedside tabletop. “That,coffee isn’t good for your sperm count, Sir.”
“Christ.” He sighs roughly. “My sperm count is just fine. Any other facts to bestowupon me?”
My body is so warm from the hours of fucking, that sweat slides between my breasts.
“Prove it.” I lift to my knees, pressing my hard nipples to his lower lip as I guide his cock to my entrance. It thickens further in my hand.
He grabs my hips, halting me as the warm round head of his cock parts my delicate slit. “I beg your pardon?”
I blush, panting with excitement, anticipating the stretch. “You have already come six times in less than twenty-four hours, Sir.”
Seemingly unfazed, Clay reaches around me and grips his cock, holding it steady as I sink down, impaling myself.
“Sir.” My eyelids flutter.
“And this will be seven.” His large hands stroke up my spine, sliding around my bare skin, supporting me as I circle my hips over his lap. My eyes flutter, locking with his as they grow heavy. I circle my slim arms around his shoulders, holding his face to my chest. His tongue slides out, flicking the aching bead of my nipple, then sucking it into his mouth. Hard.
A rumbling sound moves through his chest, hitting mine, sending vibrations through my entire body. For reasons I will never understand, this formidable man responds to me as if I am the only one capable of making him feel this way.
Feel this good.
Feel this complete.
I lift my chin, hot and bothered, moaning with abandon to the ceiling, taking him a little deeper as he sucks my nipples, switching from one to the other. I know I’m lactating—just a little. It’s impossible not to when he’s stimulating them. He doesn’t seem to mind, licking the beads of milk, lapping at my tight nipples as if trying to relax them.
“I want you swollen again, sweet girl,” he growls against my skin, allowing me to slide up and down his length at myhesitant pace. “Barefoot. Belly full. Pussy needy. Pert tits leaking. My perfect, fertile little deer.”
My pussy ripples around his thick cock, his words of claim and possession tightening pleasure into an explosive ball in my centre. “I want that too.”
His arms wrap around my back. “Never change.”
Panting, I lean back to look him in the eyes, still moving slowly with him inside me. “I don’t know how to.”
