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“I want to fill you, to see you fat with how much cum I can fuck into you.” I grunted as he clamped down like a vise, the muscles under my fingertips growing taut. “I need you—ngh—bred and sated, to know my seed is planted in your belly. Let me—fuck—let me claim you again.”Let me wash away their scent and make youmine.

Luca’s fingers circled my wrist, shifting my hand from his shaft to his lower belly and pressing down. I felt the head of my cock nudging against my palm. “Do it,” he sobbed, breathing labored and eyes watering. “Give it to me.”

Snarling through my fangs, I flipped him onto his back, prying his knees apart with a bruising grip, my nails biting his skin as I pounded him even harder. My hips stuttered as my orgasm surged, but I kept on fucking him through each intense lick of pleasure, driving past overstimulation and forcing every last drop of my essence as far into him as it would go. Luca didn’t need any more than that, his back arched and toes curled as my name was torn from his throat and he spent in thick ropes over ruffles of chiffon and lace.

My mate sagged into the rug, a shivering and satisfied heap, gasping for the breath I’d fucked from his lungs. With one more deep grind against his ass, I dropped to my elbows and let the whirlwind of sensations wash over me. Our mingled scent filled the air between us, so thick I could taste it on my tongue, and had Luca’s eyes not fluttered heavily, I’d have rocked forward until my cock was primed to take him again.

But he needed to rest.

My mate had indulged my instincts, and the worst of the unease had subsided. He wasn’t in pain, they hadn’t succeeded. He was there beside me, his heart beating loudly, his breathing even, and that wasn’t going to change.Not today.

I brushed a soft kiss against the corner of his lax mouth, smiling at the happy sigh he rewarded me with.

He is safe.

* * *

“So…” Luca mumbled as soon as he woke, smacking his lips. After I’d cleaned and undressed him, we’d remained on the rug in front of the fireplace. He’d draped himself across my chest and I’d tugged a blanket over his back as he dozed. It was as comfortable as I’d felt in days. “Lingerie was a success?”

I hummed in firm agreement. “Very much so.”

He tilted his face enough to kiss me, the gesture a little sloppy, but no less sweet. “I didn’t know if it would be your thing.” He returned to his position, his head nestled under my chin. “You don’t really talk about your kinks and stuff.”

“Youare my kink.”

He huffed a laugh. “You’re such a cheeseball.”

“I would be willing to try anything you suggested,” I said honestly.

In truth, there wasn’t much I couldn’t imagine enjoying in the bedroom if Luca was involved. Except, perhaps, causing him excruciating pain. My instincts wouldn’t allow it, but thankfully he didn’t seem interested in more than bites or rough handling.

“Sooo, you don’t feel like our sex life is lacking?”

“Not at all.” I frowned at the question, taken a little off guard considering we’d never broached the issue before. There was something amiss. He was prying, though for what, I couldn’t yet decipher. I hadn’t sensed any disappointment in him, and my priority was to always leave him satisfied, but maybe I’d grown complacent? “Do you?”

“No, no,” he rushed to say, and I believed him, but there was definitely a detail he was skirting around. “I love everything we do. I just want to please you.”

“Must I repeat my earlier statement?”

“Yes, yes,Iplease you,” he mocked, and I could sense the accompanying eyeroll. “I know, but surely there’s something you want? Anything at all?”

I hummed in thought, and a smirk tugged at my lips. “Perhaps I could collar you, order you to your hands and knees, then parade you through the streets on a leash.”

Luca stilled, and comically slowly, he rose to face me again. “Are you serious?”

I grinned at him. “No, I am only teasing you.”

He released the breath he’d obviously been holding. “Thank fuck. I mean, as Alex always tells me, no kink-shaming, but yeah, I definitely don’t think I’d have the nerve for that kinda thing. Except maybe the collar. That’d be pretty hot. But not in public.”

The thought of him writhing beneath me, crying out my name with a leather strip buckled around his neck, was actually quite appealing. “I’ll keep that in mind, sweetheart.”

There was a short lull in the conversation, and I would have thought my mate had fallen asleep again if I couldn’t hear him aggressively chewing his lip. He had a particular thought on his mind. It could’ve been unrelated—he often would bounce from subject to subject with little warning—but I suspected whatever was flitting around up there was the entire reason for this topic. Though he was hesitating, to avoid bluntness, no doubt.

I waited. Patience was a must whenever Luca had a curiosity. Eventually, he shifted, crossing his arms over my chest and resting his chin on top, staring straight into my soul. I couldn’t have predicted what would leave his mouth next, but it was my turn to go still when he said, “Do you actually want to see me pregnant?”

Naturally, it took a moment for me to gather a response. “Of all the questions you have asked me, sweet boy, I’m afraid you’ve rendered me quite perplexed with this one.”

He shrugged, but judging by the uptick in his heart rate, he was anything but unbothered. “Just wondering what your thought process was behind the breeding thing.”

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