Page 32 of Tamed for Her Pleasure

I yank her pants down to her knees, pick her up, and drop her over the nearby table facedown. Thank fuck all the furniture here is sturdy.

“What are you—Ummm!”

I am buried to the knot. Her inner walls are hot and clench over my length.

“I will be quick,” I say, offering this as a selling point… although it is a little late now either way, for I am inside her and pounding her hot cunt with all my savagery.

“Goddess! Oh!”

“It is your own fault,” I say between thrusts. All the things on the table bounce about. I clamp my big hands over her jiggling ass, consumed by the vision of my cock plowing her. “You were a bad little girl, talking about washing off my seed. Now, I have no choice but to fill you again.”

“Gods, come already,” she bemoans. “Or I may never walk straight again!”

I come. I chuckle. It feels fucking good. Reaching around her, I get my fingertips all over her slippery clit.

“What? No! Do not make me come. Oh! Goddess have mercy.”

She comes with a wail, clamping all over my dick and compelling a final heady gush of cum from me.

I sigh contentedly. There, she is thoroughly fucked and filled to my satisfaction. She lies against the table, panting and twitching. I believe she will think twice before talking of cleansing my seed away again.

I pull out slowly, and she wails yet again as my cum splatters down her thighs and the inside of her leather pants. Lest she gets any fresh ideas for cleaning, I pull them up and fasten them in a no-nonsense way.

“What is wrong with you to do this? Oh, you… savage!”

I grin and press the material all up against her pussy, making sure she can feel the stickiness against her skin.

“Ugh!” She bats my hand away and spins to glare at me.

“It is an alpha thing,” I say, implacably, trying not to get distracted by her pretty tits. “Cease your whining lest I feel compelled to come over your tits and belly.” I really should not have put those words in my mouth, for now I am thinking about it. “We are newly mated. You should expect me to come over you often.” I don’t mention that my seed on her and in her will facilitate her adapting to an alpha’s ways, that alpha seed is potent in ways more than breeding. “I am a possessive male with a high appetite for rutting, but I can temper it for the ride to Pershore knowing you are well-scented.”

She stalks off to snatch up her jacket, perhaps sensing the likelihood of my following through on the threat rises while she remains in a state of partial dress.

Reluctantly, I dress and braid my hair, my mood shifting as I recognize the end of one time and the beginning of another is upon me. Gathering my few possessions and my spare weapons in a sack, I take a lingering look around. My fingers wrap around the jade necklace nestled against my throat. I remove it and hold it in my hand, looking at it for the first time in many years.

It has never left my throat from the day I donned it.

Penelope is staring at it.

“It was a gift from my parents when I came of age,” I say. My gaze rests on her delicate throat as I consider how it will look there.

“You want me to wear it?” she asks.

I nod.

She does not hesitate, presents me with her back, and lifts her hair out of the way. “Put it on, please.”

My mate is an ornery creature, I reflect with a smile. One moment cursing me out, the next soft and compliant. My handsshake a little as I secure it around her slender throat. She closes her fingers close over the stone and lifts it so she can look at it. On me, it nestles at the hollow of my throat. On her, it will nestle against the swell of her breasts.

I swallow thickly. I like her wearing something of mine. The thought of it being next to her breasts is like a part of me touching her all the time. It is the same compulsion to mark her and fill her pussy with my cum. “Seeing it there makes me want to fuck you.”

She tucks it inside her leathers with a glare. “Do not get any further ideas about bedding me.”

“You need to fucking go,” my brother calls from beyond the curtain.

We don our cloaks and leave the hall, finding a crowd has gathered. There are a few smirks from the villagers and glares from her guards, who are already mounted. My princess is a little disheveled and was not quiet about what was happening. I believe they have been waiting a while thus and have been treated to her sounds of pleasure.

Good. Nosy bastards, the lot of them. I want no one to be mistaken about the claim that has taken place. Her guards will soon spread word through her kingdom on arrival. Better none of her former lovers are confused about her being mine.

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