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I lift and lower, repeat, soon finding a rhythm that has me panting and crying with pleasure as I ride his hard cock.

“Fuck, yes,” he says. “That’s my filthy little girl, taking her pleasure on a barbarian’s cock. Look at you, using me well. Your filthy wet pussy, sliding up and down my dick. Do you want my seed, princess? Do you want me to fill you all up?”

His hands go to my hips. He’s doing this as much as me now, lifting me up and dropping me down onto his cock. My breasts bounce around. Bodies slap together. Between my spread thighs, I see his heavy, potent balls swinging with the thrusts.

“It’s too deep,” I say as the head of his cock begins to pound ruthlessly against the sensitive place inside.

I am going to come. I cannot possibly abstain. The vision before me of the tiny princess being ravaged by the big, muscular barbarian, her flushed face, her pussy being pounded from below, and the glint of savage determination in his face conspire to send me soaring.

I come with a squeal. He growls and slams deep, and I feel the hot flood inside as he comes. His knot is pulsing at my entrance, so close to being inside me.

“I need your knot,” I beg.

He growls again, grinding me deeper, but not yet deep enough. “Naughty girl. I could hurt this poor beta pussy, if I knot you now.” His thick fingers find my clit, petting it without mercy, making me clench and grip him.

“Oh, please!” I come, shuddering and twitching and losing all command over my body.

He holds me to him, his arms wrapping around me gently, his touch soothing against my burning skin.

“You are perfect,” he says, his voice a low growl next to my ear. “My perfect mate, whom I love well.”

His words find a sensitive place in the center of my chest. My heart is pounding from pleasure but also from this declaration of love.

I open my eyes, meet his in the mirror, and feel love growing inside me for him, too.

His grin turns lazy. “I like this looking glass very much. I am going to get one for every fucking wall.”

“You can get them fitted to the ceiling,” I say, thinking of the scandalous gossip I overheard once.

Only when he chuckles do I realize what I just said.

Chapter Fourteen

Alfred

Iwake up with a sense that something is wrong, only to find myself alone in bed.

I do not like this sneaking about, nor waking up without my mate, and even less do I like that she could sneak out on me. Tonight, I will chain the brat to my bed… and with nothing in reaching distance that she might use to unpick the lock.

Thrusting the snot-green covers aside, I rise and, still butt naked, storm from the room.

“Where is my woman?” I roar at the nearest servant.

She screams, throws up the bedding she is carrying in the air, and, lifting her skirts, takes off at a run.

With my eyes peeled for signs of my errant mate, I stalk down the corridor.

I don’t find her. All I get are yet more screaming servants. You would think they have never seen a naked man from the fuss they are making.

I turn the corner and find three soldiers, swords drawn, blocking my path.

“Stop where you are, barbarian!”

I have never taken well to instructions. It was probably for the best that I became the king of a clan, all things considered.

“No,” I say, continuing to stalk toward them, which throws them for a loop. There is hesitation and some stammered words of caution before their sword points begin to waver. “I’m looking for my mate. Where the fuck is she? The brat snuck out of my room this morning before I was even awake.”

The swords lower a little more as I stop a pace away.

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