Page 10 of Retribution

She didn’t speak a response, her body already forcing her to arch toward me, to rub against whatever contact I was willing to give her. The desperation for a release was already creeping up, demanding my attention, and I hated that she waited this long, that she suffered, but I was here now. Here for her. Here to serve her. Here to please.

I traveled up to her lips, kissing her, devouring her need with my own as she writhed underneath me, yearning for touch and satisfaction. My dick lay heavy between us, and she opened her thighs, letting them squeeze my hips as she attempted to rub against me for her relief. I knew it wouldn’t help; it wasn’t what she needed. Still, I ground myself against her, encouraging her, loving the sounds she made and the expressions of pleasure that painted her face.

I wish I could hold off, wish I could wait, but the need to be with her was too strong. It pulled me closer, forced our skin together, imprinting my scent with her own. It wouldn’t go away, and that thought alone made me swell with pride. After tonight, anyone with a shifter scent would know who she belonged to, would know not to challenge and threaten the mate of the king.

My fingers gripped her thighs, spreading her legs wide, opening her body for me, and I looked. I couldn’t not savor the beauty that was in front of me, the gift the fates made just for me. She was beautiful, stunning, breathtaking. The swollen pink cunt wept to be satisfied, and as I slipped my finger inside of her, the only thought that was pulsing in my mind was to taste her. Memorize her taste. Savor the feel of her essence as it slides down my throat. It is the way of my people, I knew. It was part of the mating, part of branding me as hers.

I lowered my mouth to her body, rubbing my nose into her folds first, inhaling her scent, moaning my approval against her skin before I allowed my tongue to explore. She bucked against my mouth, a scream of pleasure and pain filling the air around us as she sought more, needing more, begging for more. But I took my time, working her body slowly, building her up until she was a sobbing mess of pleasure. Then, I curved my fingers and quickened my tongue’s movement, and she crashed. Her fingers finding the short stubs of my hair and somehow managing to pull as her thighs closed around my head, holding me tightly to her core as she flooded my mouth with her release.

When her body settled, I kissed my way up her body before biting her lip. “You taste likemine.”

I didn’t know how else to describe it, but it was true. Liberty tasted like she belonged to me, like she owned me, like she was mine. She wrapped her fingers around the back of my neck, toying with the fuzz of hair on my nap, “It’s because I am yours.”

Her admission and ownership made the animal in me wild. I leaned forward, driving my tongue in her mouth as I kissed her, letting her see just how heavenly she tasted. I then pulled back and flipped her over, leaving her body facing downward as I kissed my way down her back.

“I’m part animal,” I confessed. “The animal demands that when I take you, it’s how he would take his mate.”

I bit the small of her back, and she pushed her backside toward me, urging me on, taunting me, and I wish I could prolong it longer. I wish I had time to taunt and tease her and make her pay for how alluring she was, how weak she made me, the king, feel in her presence. But the truth was, it was the weakness I felt that made it impossible to resist her any longer.

I pulled back on my haunches and grabbed her hip, pulling it upwards as I widened her legs; then, without warning, I pushed into her body. She was made for me. Her silky sheath radiated a warmth that screamed to my most basic desires, that urged me to fill her, that alerted me to her readiness. I pulled back, allowing my cock to withdraw all but the tip before pushing back into her body. Maybe it was her sensitivity or the fact that the fates designed her just for me, but just the slightest movement inside of her had her clawing at the sheets with the sexiest sounds falling from her lips.

I picked up my pace, her core already squeezing and contracting around my cock. I honestly couldn’t figure out how Lenin had lasted so long, how he had such staying power when my cock had only been inside of her for a few minutes, and my balls were already drawn up, and my cock was weeping with precum. I had to bite my lips to keep myself grounded; the tiny spark of pain reminded me that I needed to make it last for her, extend the pleasure for as long as possible before I take the final step in making her mine.

Her hands found the headboard as she arched her back, her fingers gripping the wood so tightly that it splintered and cracked under her fingertips. I wrapped an arm around her waist to support her, plastering my chest to her back as my pace picked up. I dragged my cock through her wet folds, nearly dying from the pleasure.

She threw her head back to rest on my shoulder, and my hand traveled from her stomach to rest between breasts. Her head thrashing from side to side, her lip nearly bruised from the assault she was dealing it. I was weak. I couldn’t hold back much longer. My resistance, my stamina, my mind all urged me to claim her.

The moment the first soundless scream left her and her body vised my cock, I caved. A growl escaped my throat and vibrated through the room, shaking the windows as my teeth sank into Libby’s skin over the faded mate’s mark. Her blood flooded my mouth, the rich, heady taste nearly making me dizzy. It took two more pumps inside of her before my cock began to throb and swell, forming a knot to lock my body inside of hers before my come spurted in ropes inside of her body.

Our bodies stayed locked together, our chests heaving long after the pleasure had faded, neither one of us willing to move, wanting to move, after the out-of-body experience we just had. My soul was shattered, my mind broke. Nothing in this world would ever compare, ever come close to being with her. It was undeniable, as much as I had tried initially. She was mine now, completely. Mated, bonded, and if my senses didn’t fault me, fertilized, as a wolf’s, no, the king’s mate.

My mate.

Mine.

Chapter 6

LIBERTY

“So,the gestational period for a human is two hundred and eighty days; for a wolf, it’s seventy-five days max. So like, you could be pregnant for ten weeks or an eternity.”

Michelle offered though her input was useless, there was nocouldabout it. We all knew it was awouldsituation. I would be pregnant for ten weeks or an eternity. We pretty much knew it from the moment the signs of heat disappeared, and I spent two days sleeping and recuperating while the men all milled outside my room, only coming in to offer me food or blood. And now? Three weeks later – I questioned nothing.

“Do you want me to tell them? Because I will. Do you think daddy Sterling would faint? Can we bet money on it?”

Tell them? I didn’t have to tell them a damn thing. I could hear them all pacing outside the bathroom, trying to pretend they were busy when let’s face it, they all couldn’t be vacuuming out there. Not like any of them had time to clean, to begin with. Every day we spent practicing, planning, strategizing. It was exhausting; I was exhausted.

I pulled open the bathroom door, and everyone jumped before pretending to look busy. “Nothing better to do?” Okay, maybe my temper was slightly short, but anything had to be better than listening to heaving. Right?Like, give a girl some privacy. “The least you could do was vacuum if you’re going to loiter.”

“I’ll see if my maid is available,” Sterling responded. Point missed.

“So, today’s agenda?” I prompted.

“We have Maggie and Lacy coming over,” Oak offered. Lacy, the little girl who Oak carried from the cave, seemed to have some strength Maggie wanted Lenin to work with her on. Since that day, we hadn’t seen them, and I suspected Oak was secretly excited to see the girl.

“We are worried about you, mate,” Lenin cut in. “Would you like me to make you tea?” Bless him. Like his tea would solve the world’s problems. “I can make something to help with – with –” He didn’t even finish his sentence, just pointed to the bathroom, and I hoped he was referring to my nausea and not my bowels.

“You know what? You all are a bunch of wimp asses. Sure, you can wield power and flex those biceps, but not a single one of you can or has addressed the fact that the next great leader, after our girl here, is growing into existence.” Michelle stared down each of them, forcing them all to look away.

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