“Only one way to find out,” and with that he hilts himself and begins moving.
“We may regret skipping dinner before this is over,” I groan.
He’s rarely gentle, but this is rougher than usual. His hands squeeze my waist until I can barely breathe and his pace quickens until I’m being rag-dolled on his cock. He’s been excited about the prospect of his child, but until now, I didn’t realize how desperate he is to put a baby in my belly.
“You’re going so deep from this angle. It feels amazing.”
“You’re so fucking wet my knot may not even hold when I finish,” he rasps, slamming his length into me. “But I’m going to enjoy it regardless.”
I’m already dripping, but somehow his words make me wetter. My body squeezes his hard cock, and the next thrust knocks a cry from my throat.
“Oh god,” I cry, fisting the fur. “Even if it doesn’t hold, I don’t think that’s going to stop you from trying.”
“No,” he agrees. “It’s not.”
His hand moves up my back, pressing between my shoulder blades until my chest sinks into the mattress. It changes the angle again, tilting my hips higher, giving him more access. I barely have time to suck in a breath before he drives into me deep, and I can feel him everywhere.
My thighs tremble. My arms shake. All I can do is hold on while he claims me from behind, every thrust rough and possessive. His hips slap against my sore ass until the sting from the spanking blends with the pleasure building in my core, the tension tightening, desperate to be released.
“You’re about to come on my cock,” he grunts, his cock throbbing inside me. “I can feel it.”
“Yes,” I keen. “Oh god, yes.”
“That’s your body begging to be bred,” he growls. “That’s what those who believe in the ritual claim.”
“It’s begging alright,” I groan, feeling the pressure growing.
King Lix’tuk pounds into me, his hard cock throbbing against my g-spot. I’m not the only one who is close. If my body is begging to be bred, then his is begging to breed me. He’s not showing any restraint at all. Not slowing down so he can enjoy it. He’s just driving the hard flesh into my body, every thrust bringing us closer.
“Fuck!” he thunders, his hips jerking erratically before he steadies himself. I feel the hot rush of his seed. It spills into my body, some of it leaking out.
“Oh, my King!” I cry out, the heat of his release sending me over the edge.
I come on his cock, then I feel his knot. It swells until I’m stretched so tightly around him thatnothingcan leak out. My extra slickness doesn’t stop his knot. It locks our bodies together, his cock deep inside me, still twitching. My body reacts, just like it always does, smaller orgasms rippling through my core.
“The first step of the ritual is complete,” he murmurs, soothingly rubbing my back.
“Your knot usually lasts a while,” I whimper, the fullness feeling incredible, my body still trembling with pleasure. “It’s going to take a long time… if you’re really going to do that twelve times.”
“The ritual normally takes days, my little human girl,” he chuckles. “I considered waiting until our honeymoon, but if you’re not pregnant by then, we just get to do it all over again.”
“Okay, that doesn’t sound quite as scary,” I whisper. “I was thinking we were going to really regret skipping dinner.”
“I will ensure all our needs are met,” he promises. “The only thing you have to do is take my knot.”
“Twelve times,” I repeat, feeling another tremor of pleasure.
“Yes, my little human girl,” he rumbles. “Eleven to go.”
After his knot recedes, he doesn’t even pull out of me. He just starts moving again, the pleasure returning immediately, my body trembling as another orgasm builds.
Then I don’t care how long the ritual lasts.
I just want more.
CHAPTER 36
Clover
