Page 50 of Outcast Island

And now he’s going to claim me.

He’s going to breed me.

I pant as he growls and rips off my clothes with his claws, somehow removing everything in a few swipes without scratching me.

He bites his tongue and licks my wrist where I’m bruised, healing me. Then licks my cheek, sealing the wound from my brother’s strike.

Then he stops and bites his wrist and holds it out to me. “It’s all I have for your nest right now,” he tells me with a low growl rumbling underneath his words.

He won’t be lucid for much longer, but he wants to make sure my estrus is how it should be.

Within a nest created by his Omega.

I cup my hands under his blood offering and take my fill. Then I carefully crawl over the bed and drizzle the blood around in a semi-circle, and onto the pillows.

Then I lather the remaining over myself.

My senses buzz as I curl into the nest I had made. I writhe in it, pleased by my creation until I hear my Alpha’s growls transform into a purr.

I mewl with need as I roll onto my back and spread my legs. I push my fingers into myself, reflexively trying to push his blood into me as he picks his way across my nest, careful not to disturb it.

He presses a kiss to my cheek as he moves my fingers out of the way, then replaces them with the tip of his cock.

He’s impossibly swollen.

Impossibly hard.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

I’m not even sure how he’s capable of words right now. I have let go of all my control, all my ability to restrain my heat or his rut.

Unable to manage a verbal agreement, I grab his hips and pull him onto me while I widen my legs.

He rumbles with an approving purr as he forces himself into me, making my body accommodate his size in a blissful stretch that has my eyes rolling in the back of my head.

He grips my chin when he slowly fucks me and directs my gaze to the heads on the mantle while he fucks me.

I take in the sight of my father and my brothers, forced to watch with dead eyes that will take in a sight that consummates their complete and utter failure.

This is the start of a new bloodline.

This is the start of my life as a queen.

Magnus purrs in my ear as he massages my throat. “This is their end, Guðrún. And for you and I? This is our beginning.”

Tears burn at the edges of my eyes.

The nightmare is over.

My breath catches on a gasp when the inner walls inside my lower abdomen stretches in an unmistakable sensation.

My womb has opened.

My estrus has arrived.

We did it, Magnus.

We found each other on Outcast Island.

But now?

We are outcasts no more.

Because you belong to me.

And I belong to you.

Forever.

The End

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