“Little witch,” he bit out.
Then he roared.
His length spasmed inside my tight channel, right before it flooded me with liquid heat. His heavy body shuddered behind me—again and again—until his seed was dripping out of my hole and hitting the floor in wet plops.
“Fuck me, little witch?” Declan hissed in my ear. “Fuck you.Over and over until my baby’s swelling that soft tummy. Then fuck you even more.”
He pulled out of me, releasing more of his cum—and my want—which dribbled down to the floor beneath the smeared black-glass door.
“But first,” he said, rough and low, “I’ll make you a nest.”
Christmas Morning
TADHG
I jerkedawake on Christmas morning in Sadie’s bed to the sound of her moans. But she wasn’t in bed with me.
A low grumble erupted in my chest, and I flung my forearm over my closed eyes.
Without even needing to open them, I knew Declan was fucking her. Yet again.
He’d managed to resist her for six weeks?—
DECLAN
Now it appeared we couldn’t make it sixty minutes.
After too short a sleep, I woke to the sound of her moaning and her strawberry scent thick in the air. Her hips were squirming over the makeshift nest I’d built from my robes, coats left behind by our wedding guests, and tapestries I’d pulled down from the walls.
I’d wanted to fetch her a proper mattress—or at least some pillows—between her early cycles. But apparently, it would’ve been too dangerous for me to leave the vicinity.
When I tried to access the hallway, I discovered the Shadow King had used infrastructure god tech to create new doors, effectively sealing us in by blocking off all exits from the throne foyer.
TADHG
The Shadow King had sealed them off in a scent and soundproof room. More for our sake than theirs.
Just knowing she was in estrus was a complete and utter mind fuck, wasn’t it?
This was the part the Secret Kingdom history lessons never talked about.
The High King had First Claim of The Potential, but that left the other two kings in a state.
Leaving that throne foyer was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. The Shadow King and I had been sick with lust for days.
Not eating. Barely sleeping. Just rolling around in the rapidly fading strawberry scent Sadie had left on her mattress. While watching the High King fuck her so hard, it looked like punishment.
And felt like one, to the two kings watching from afar.
I refused to open my eyes this time. It was too hard.
In several senses of the word.
It didn’t matter whether I opened them or not.
Even though I’d spent the lead-up to this holiday handshandying myself nearly raw, it once again rose to the occasion. Like a soldier that refused to quit.
Dribbling pre-cum all over my thigh.
