Page 75 of Hollyhocks

I whimper from the loneliness, wanting him to slide inside me, to give me that stretch that I crave so much.

I squeeze my eyes closed, fighting the pleasure, fighting the emotion welling in my eyes from his words.

Gripping me by my horns, he manhandles me onto my back, forces my knees apart, and grabs his cock. Fitz teases and taunts me with his dick by gliding it between my soaked lips. The flared crown rubs over my clit, a groan scorching my throat from the teasing.

“You want my cock? How about it’s your turn to be good? Do you know how to be a good girl for me?”

“I can be as good as my nature allows me to be,” I reply in stammering breaths.

He curls over me, wraps his hand around my throat, and licks from the base of my horn to the tip.

I shiver.

“You’re going to have to fight your nature, then. Because only a good girl will get my cock. Will you be good?”

Licking my lips, I give a slow nod even if every beast is clawing at my chest to take control of this situation. Fitz deserves my submission. He deserves more than me, but I’m too selfish to ever let that happen.

“Good,” he croons, gripping my chin. “Wrap those tentacles around my cock just how I like. You’re going to be bred and filled by the end of the day. If you’re not, we’re going to stay secluded in this bedroom until you are.” He drags a finger down my chest, and stomach, then slips two fingers inside me.

My mouth parts from the intrusion. The pleasure doesn’t distract me from what he ordered me to do. My tentacles stretchand wrap around his cock. He shivers. Those broad shoulders hunch when he looks between us to see how we are connected.

The tentacles have a mind of their own. They move on their own accord, squeezing and stroking him. The suckers leave marks behind, the soft skin of his cock claimed in another way.

“You’ve left all these marks on me. Are you worried people won’t think I’m taken, Wildflower?”

“It’s not you I’m worried about. It’s everyone else. I’m not done claiming you either. Your mark can’t be seen yet,” I say with a bitter hiss.

He sits up, tracing the black outline that starts at his cock then up his left hip, over his ribcage, and then it stops below his pec. “This?” he questions, acting clueless. “I don’t know what you mean. I got this tattoo ages ago.” That damn smirk shows his dimples, and I fall more in love.

I growl, pouncing on him like a wild animal. His fingers slip out of me but my tentacles keep a tight grip on his shaft. “It is not a tattoo. It is my claim. This mark proves you’re mine. I own this body.”

He grins again, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“And in order for the mark to be complete, it needs to be visible.” I dig my sharp talons into his shoulder, the tips breaking the skin. A small bead of blood forms, and I moan in ecstasy at the scent.

My mate doesn’t even flinch.

I bend down, lapping the blood up with my tongue. The iron bursts over my taste blood, seeping into every single one as his DNA melds with mine. It’s as if he is inside me, stroking every pleasure spot beneath my skin. My orgasm comes out of nowhere.

“Fitz,” I cry, heat bursting across my cheeks when my ink squirts all over his cock and lap.

I’ve made a mess.

This man takes his hands and rubs my ink all over his skin as if it’s lotion. “You came just from the taste of me?”

I sway on his lap from the buzz of my orgasm and barely manage to nod.

“That’s so fucking sexy—” he growls, throwing me onto my back, and thrusting inside me.

We gasp in unison.

My tentacles stay wrapped around him with every drive of his hips. He grips my horns at the base, using them to drive forward harder with every thrust. He twists one nipple between his fingers, tugging on the piercing.

“I miss the chains, Wildflower. Where did they go?”

“Took them off,” I barely manage to say. The words are hoarse.

“Next time—” He tweaks the other nipple, tugging it so hard a slight tremor of pain has me whining. “—Don’t”

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