Page 40 of Fearless Bond

Barclay fed me breakfast again. Or maybe brunch? I didn’t know what time it was and didn’t care. I sat on his lap while he drank his coffee. I loved cuddling up to his immense chest.

Then I got horny feeling his bulge under my ass, and as I began squirming, he noticed. Grinning smugly, he carried me to the living room, undressed me, and proceeded to eat me out until I came all over myself. He held a glass of water to my lips, then wiped me off with a wet towel. My eyes were already closing.

“This is ridiculous,” I mumbled. “I’m either hungry, horny, or sleepy.”

Barclay chuckled as he spread a blanket over me. My limbs felt heavy as if I’d spent the morning at a gym.

There was something important I wanted to say. What was it? God, I was already half asleep. “You need to breed me. Soon. I really want it. Really.”

Barclay kissed my temple, and his beard tickled my cheek. It made me smile.

“Soon. Now rest.”

If I said anything else, I didn’t remember. I passed out cold.

It was one of those naps that made you wake up feeling like you were in a different century. I blinked awake, surrounded by pillows and blankets on the living room sofa. I felt sluggish but cozy. It was snowing again, the fluff piling up behind the glass wall. The sky looked dark, making me wonder if it was early morning or evening.

A large fire crackled in the fireplace. Barclay must have been in here several times, taking care of it. He was nowhere to be seen, but I heard his steps and clanking noises from the kitchen. He was making me food again. Smiling, I rubbed my belly lazily, then paused with my palm under my belly button. I cupped the sizable pouch there. Nice. I looked pregnant already. My belly was swollen with heat, and when I moved my hand higher up and brushed my nipple, a sweet current ran through my chest. My pecs were bigger too. I palmed them under the blanket.

How come I had never slept naked before? This was so comfy. The fluffy blankets surrounded me like a nest. Without a single worry on my mind, I stroked my pecs and pinched my nipples.

“Mmm.”

I tugged the fabric aside and looked down at myself. I loved how curvy I was becoming. It was just the heat, I knew, but once I was pregnant, it would be for real. Even my nipples seemed bigger and darker. My cock was half hard, tingling. Closing my eyes, I ran a hand over my ass. I was wet and loose inside like never before. I turned to my side before sneaking a hand between my ass cheeks.

Barclay could walk in whenever, but I couldn’t resist.

The slick covering my pucker was thick like honey. I pushed a finger into my hole, only to the first knuckle, and moaned out loud.

My insides were slippery and so supple. When I tugged, my hole stretched like a soft rubber band. Two fingers. So easy. Three. I tried opening myself wider by spreading my fingers.

“Ooh.”

Damn. That felt good.

In a mere couple of days, my body had changed completely. I was so ready.

That word Barclay had used.Ripe.

I was ripe.

Why did that feel so damned sexy? I pumped my fingers in and out, not caring about the slick smearing on the blanket under me. We could put it in the wash later.

My hole was big and pliant, ready to take my mate’s knot.

Could Barclay finally breed me?

Ripe. Oh yes. I could sense it. This was it. My body was ready to breed. I palmed my belly and shoved my fingers as deep as I could. The empty ache in my womb didn’t bother me. It was a promise—like looking at the dessert menu, knowing I could have everything on it.

I fluttered my fingers, marveling at the satiny feel of my flesh.

“Let me do that for you.”

Barclay’s voice made me stiffen. I didn’t open my eyes.

“Caught you with your hand in the cookie jar?” he said with a smile in his voice.

A warm hand closed around my wrist and gently tugged. He pulled my fingers out of my hole and brought my hand to his lips. He licked my fingers one by one, then grabbed my hips. As easily as if I were a doll, he positioned me on my knees with my upper body resting on the thick cushions of the backrest. My arms hung over the edge of the sofa. I was wonderfully mellow.

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