Page 39 of Forced to Become His Huc*w

The quiet knock on the door had us all looking up as Orla came to collect the children. They groaned but reluctantly kissed and hugged their mother before I passed Lev to Mariya to do the same.

The room was quiet, but it was our time, and Mariya unclipped her top to feed Lev. I stood over them, watching them. Four children later and my fixation never left me. I kissed Mariya before kissing Lev, climbing into bed beside them to hold them close to me.

I didn't need to say anything because she always knew. She knew that I would do anything for them.

“Moo,” she whispered, making me smile.

“Shush, be a good little milking cow and feed my son.”

“One week left before my check-up,” she said, and I shook my head at her.

“You know it doesn't work like that,” I said with a smirk.

“What is wrong with you? You must be the only man who insists on waiting an extra two weeks,” she grumbled.

“And you know why I do it.”

Her face softened, and she smiled.

“Yes, but at least you didn't faint this time.”

“The first time was a fluke,” I said gruffly, stroking Lev’s baby-soft hair.

“At least we didn't need your pole to burst me open this time.”

I closed my eyes, remembering the horrifying incident.

“You look a tad pale,” she said, but I heard her amusement.

“I can't wait to take it all out on your ass,” I said, opening one eye to see her smirk.

“Moo,” she said with a cheeky grin.

The End.

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