Her moans get higher, breathier as I fuck her deeper. Her legs wrap around my waist, ankles locking behind my back, pulling me in tighter. The trust in her eyes, the way she surrenders completely to me, makes something fierce and protective roar to life inside me.
Mine to protect. Mine to pleasure. Mine to keep.MINE!
I flip her suddenly, manhandling her onto her hands and knees. She squeaks in surprise but doesn't protest, especially when I slide back into her from behind, hitting even deeper this way.
"Oh!" she cries out, fingers digging into the sheets. "Thorne!"
I grab her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as I pull her back onto my cock with each thrust. The sight of her taking me, her perfect ass jiggling with each impact, drives me wild. I bring my hand down on one cheek, not too hard, testing her reaction.
She moans louder, pushing back against me. "Again," she begs.
Jesus Christ. She's perfect.
I spank her again, harder this time, watching the pink bloom across her pale skin. "You like that? Like when Daddy spanks you?"
"Yes," she whimpers. "Yes, please."
I establish a rhythm—thrust, spank, praise. Her ass turns a beautiful rosy color, and her pussy gets impossibly wetter around my cock. My balls slap against her with each thrust, heavy and full, ready to empty inside her.
"Gonna pump you full," I promise, my voice rough with exertion and need. “You’re gonna be pregnant by tonight, little girl.”
Something about the words makes her clench around me, a high keening sound escaping her throat. "Please," she begs, though I'm not sure she even knows what she's begging for.
I know. I'm going to give her my seed, mark her from the inside out. Make her mine in the most primal way possible.
"Gonna keep you here forever," I continue, one hand snaking around to rub her clit as I pound into her. "Fill you up every day. Watch you grow round with my baby."
Her whole body stiffens at my words, and she comes with a wail, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vise. The sensation is too much—her tightness, her surrender, the knowledge that I've claimed her.
I thrust once, twice more, and then I'm coming, emptying myself deep inside her with a roar that might be her name. My body becomes a live wire, every nerve ending firing at once. My cock pulses, spurt after spurt of hot seed flooding her womb. I grind against her, making sure every drop stays inside where it belongs.
We collapse together, me careful not to crush her smaller frame. I stay inside her as long as I can, enjoying the aftershocks that ripple through her around my softening cock. When I finally slip out, I feel a primal satisfaction at the sight of my cum leaking from her well-used pussy.
I gather her to me, tucking her against my chest. She fits perfectly in my arms, like a missing puzzle piece finally slotting into place. Her breathing evens out as I stroke her hair, her back, needing to touch her, to reassure myself that she's real. Thatthisis real.
"That was..." she starts, then laughs softly. "I don't even have words."
"Good," I rumble, kissing the top of her head. Something tight in my chest loosens for the first time in five years. Something that feels dangerously like hope.
And I decide right then and there…
No one is taking her from me. Not now. Not ever.
five
. . .
Lila
I wakeup feeling gloriously sore, every muscle a sweet reminder of last night. Thorne's arm is heavy across my waist, his breath warm against my neck. Between my thighs, I'm sticky with his release, evidence of his claim on me. I should be horrified that we didn't use protection. Should be calculating days and risks and all those responsible adult things. Instead, I feel a secret thrill at the thought of carrying his child. What is happening to me? One day with this mountain man and I'm thinking about babies? But I can't deny the heat that pools low in my belly at the memory of his words.You’re gonna be pregnant by the end of the night. Gonna keep you here forever.God help me, but I want him to.
I shift slightly, and Thorne's arm tightens, pulling me closer against his chest. He's awake, has probably been awake watching me sleep.
"Morning, little girl," he murmurs, his voice even deeper with the remnants of sleep.
I turn in his arms to face him, suddenly shy in the morning light. His eyes are soft as they roam my face, a gentleness there I didn't expect after the primal way he claimed me last night.
"How do you feel?" he asks, one large hand stroking down my spine.
