Page 26 of Swamp Kings 2

The tiny words bypassed his heart and hit him directly in his balls and yet he knew that’s exactly where her power belonged. In his fuckingcockand that belonged buried in her cunt and perfect ass.

“Tell me how you feel,” she whispered, oblivious to the changes crashing down on him with every breath he took. “I love youso much, I meant to tell you that before you left, and I forgot and then I thought what if something happens—”

“I need tofuckyou,” he shot out, cutting her off. “I was going to wait till after, but I can’t, it won’t let me.”

“W-what won’t let you?” she half wondered, her instant lust stabbing him. “I mean of course, whatever you need. I’m here to help. I want to, I crave to,” she clarified, not wanting him to think she only cared about fucking. But in that very second, her pussy dripped with that sacred gospel. “I crave to let you. Fuck me,” she whispered.

“I can hear howwetyour pussy is in yourwords,” he said, the power of such a knowledge stealing his breath. And how that was even possible was sosimple, he felt like a moron not knowing it.

“I… I am wet,” she whispered, like he needed confirmation.

“I’m on my way.”

“To Spook’s?”

Fuck, he forgot she went there. “Ruckus isn’t there anymore,” he remembered. “We’ll do it there.”

“O-okay, do I… need to do anything to… prepare?”

He closed his eyes, truly waiting for his brain to give him the answer to that, but it gave a big fat fucking nothing. “Pray,” he gushed, remembering the lifeline. “I’m on my way.”

CHAPTER SIX

“Breathe,” Beth whispered as she watched for Bishop from the little shack window next to the bird house. She’d done as much prepping as she could. Lit the two lanterns, tidied the minimal rustic décor, checked the bedding was free of swamp terrors. Even started a tiny fire in the little cute pot belly stove.

Her body shook as she glued her eyes to the exact spot in the path where she’d first see him. It was literally cold outside which made it feel like a romantic getaway. She couldn’t keep from seeing it as a special honeymoon.

“Oh God, breathe,” she gasped as their conversation replayed in her head. He sounded different. His voice was… seemed deeper. She only wanted him to be okay. Nothing else mattered. If he acted different or looked different—she could get over that. None of the Kings seemed outwardly different that she could recall. Not even Nitro, other than the sexual predator looks he gave Felix.

She surely wouldn’t mind that from Bishop or anything else sexual. Her appetite for it was off the charts with her pregnancy.

I can hear how wet your pussy is in your words.

What in the heck kind of gift was that? That’s what made her breathless and shaking. That change.Itwas making him bond, likeithad a mind and power of its own. Would he want to talk before they… bonded? What would bonding look like? Would it be different? She’d never worried about him hurting her, but it was hard to forget what Nitro had done to poor Felix. Yes, he also healed her but dear God… Bishop would go nuts if he hurt her.

“Oh God!” she shot out, seeing him. Her phone rang and she jerked it up, seeing it was him. She answered, getting back to watching him.

“Where are you?” he demanded.

“I’m here. At the little shack next to the birdhouse. Where is your shirt?”

“My body is still adjusting to what the fuck the bite did.” He suddenly looked right at the window where she watched, the hard look on his beautiful face freezing her. “I seeyou. I need to talk to you before I touch you, you need to know what’s going on with me.”

“Okay,” she forced out between breaths, staring at his body with a mix of primal lust and wonder and craving. “God,” she gasped.

“What’s wrong?”

She strained to see him till he disappeared on the final walk that led to the shack. “Nothing, I… your body is different.”

“Everything is different.”

His anger and fear stabbed sharply at every nerve.

“I’m here,” he announced, hanging up.

She did too, standing and staring at the door, frozen. Terrified, but not of him. Of everything happening. What it meant, what it would do, what it already did.

Her breath got stuck in her chest when the door opened and he entered, his dark stare hotter and harder than she’d ever seen it. His eyes slowly lowered over her as he locked the door, his lips parting, bringing her cry of shock. “Your… teeth!”

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