Page 61 of Alpha Hunger

I blink up, lick my lips. “What do you mean saving?”

He blows up his knot.

I gasp at the sudden stretch. “Pain, pain, pain. Oh my God.” I shiver.

Raven chuckles and removes the dildo from my ass. “Better now?”

“Yes, my prince.”

He nods in approval. “There. I gave you my knot. What do you say to me?”

“Thank you.”

“Welcome.”

I giggle, coming off my high, though I know we’ve only just begun. I scrub my face.

Raven’s sucking on my breast, getting me all worked up again. He releases my nipple with a pop. “I think I’m going be buried inside your pussy for days. The moment the knot deflates, I’m gonna fuck you again. Then repeat the cycle. I will bruise your pussy during this heat. When you walk outside, you will wobble. Good luck riding Loyette.” He laughs. He amuses himself.

“Hey, what did you mean when you said you were saving your seed?” I ask.

“I meant what I said. I saved my seed.”

“A virgin? You were a virgin?”

“I guess you could say that.”

“Wow. That’s…” I have no words.

“I already told you, I can only bond one in a million females. Why bother wasting my seed on the ones I can’t bond? It’s pointless.”

“Um, for pleasure. People have sex for pleasure.”

“They do. But I am a Regha prince. I have sex with my Omega and none other.”

I tilt my head. “Raven, how old are you?”

“Nineteen.”

Eyes wide, I clamp my mouth.Holy Mother of God.

He smiles. “Do I look older?”

I nod.

He winks.

“Holy shit, I’m older than you.”

“Yes.” He removes my hands and pecks my lips. “Five years my senior.”

“Wow. So you had to have been only fourteen or fifteen when you took the Earth’s throne.”

He wags his eyebrows. “I was born ready.”

I laugh.

“Not a joke. I mean it. Alphas are born as Betas. We are all born as Betas. It is later in life that we declare our dynamic and change our appearance in a way that identifies our dynamic so that we may find suitable mating partners. I was born an Alpha male, not with pale coloring or any Beta identifiers. I came out of the womb with armor intact.” He chuckles. “Seeing as my uncle Loven is fond of theatrics, he took me into his arms first and climbed the castle’s dome, shouting ‘Raven’ at the top of his lungs. He wouldn’t come down until Father swore he’d name me Raven.”

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