Page 39 of Swamp Kings 2

She gave a hot, victorious cry but that changed to stifled screams when he fucked her like a deranged animal, his canines now full-on fangs.

“Bite me!”

The command jerked through him, and heslammed his cock and fangs into her, the double blast of power filling his body and mind with a potent hunger that brought a frenzy to his bucking hips. Boiling essence shot from his fangs and filled her with that glorious power that allowed him to feast on her without fear. The knowledge alone loosened his every restraint, allowing the climax to tear through both of them with no fear, no regret, other than wishing he’d taken the bite sooner.

His mouth hovered near hers when he shoved his last drop of cum into her, catching the final cry of shocking rapture from her lips. He held her pinned, their breaths blasting erratically as he calculated how long it took. Three minutes. Fucking wow.

“I need to tell you something,” Beth whispered, pressing her lips along his as he got himself back in his clothes.

“What,” he said, dropping down and taking hold of her belly in his hands. “Did our son say anything about me?”

“Well… I was about to say he…”

Bishop glided his lips along her belly, the need to feel his baby bringing his gifts to push against the protective barrier. “He what?”

“Well, there’s this… surge of warmth and energy when you bite me. He getssuperexcited.”

He rose up and kissed her, holding her face.

“Oh! We need to go, I hear them,” she gasped, pushing off the door.

“I’m not deaf,” he muttered, pushing her back against it. “Or done.” She smiled and he pulled back, giving her one more peck and smoothing her hair. “Now I’m done.”

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Bishop made his way to the Marsh King side of the room, aiming for Seer in the last row of seats. Fuck, Maggie and Spook were there. He could feel the upcoming confrontation with Spook, and he didn’t fucking blame him. No way would he let his wife leave that swamp without him, pregnant or not.

Seer moved two seats over, and Beth sat next to Maggie.

“What’s up?” Bishop asked, after he sat.

Seer nodded at the group of Kings next to a pile of equipment. “Think they’re gonna try to trace whoever it is.”

“Wouldn’t that be convenient,” Bishop said, nodding at Nitro when he glanced at him overhis shoulder from two rows down.

“It would. You ready for this?”

Bishop eyed him. “Hell no,” he said, without even knowing whichthishe meant. “How’s Cherie and the boy?” he wondered, needing a distraction.

“Real good,” he whispered, sounding sincere enough.

“What about your baby boy?” he asked.

Bishop eyed him. “How do you know it’s a boy?”

He angled his blue gaze and grin at him.

“You saw?”

“I sure did.”

“When?”

His grin slowly turned forward. “He greeted me while I was in prayer. Cute little thing,” he whispered, his awe contagious. He brought his gaze back to his, digging deep this time. “He’s very special, Eveque.”

Adrenaline thinned his blood and breaths when the room suddenly filled with loud, crackles.

“How so?”

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