Page 14 of Chased & Bred by the BRATVA
I tell him he feels too good.
His eyes darken when he tells me I’m his.
And when I come again, clenching around him, he finally lets himself go, holding me so tight I feel the tremble in his thighs as he spills into me, his breath ragged in my ear.
After, we don’t speak.
He wraps his arms around me, and I press my face to his neck, feeling the thud of his heartbeat under my lips.
I don’t know what’s happening between us.
But I know it’s not over.
Not even close.
Nikolai
She falls asleep on my chest.
That’s how I know I’ve already won.
Not because she cried out my name again. Not because her nails are still etched into my back or because my seed is still inside her. But because she trusted me enough to close her eyes. To let her breathing slow. To go soft and boneless in my arms like she belongs here.
Like she belongsto me.
And she does.
I keep one arm around her waist, my other hand trailing idle circles across her back, feeling the rhythm of her breaths and the flutter of her heart slowly settling. Her skin is warm against mine. Damp with sweat. Streaked with bruises and the scent of everything we just did.
She’s wrecked. Marked. Ruined for anyone else. But I’m not done. Not even close.
My hand drifts to her stomach, the soft rise and fall with every inhale. My cock twitches again, still half-hard from the thought of it.
Soon, I’ll fill her again. And this time, I won’t stop until I know she’s carrying me inside her. Not just my cum.My child.
I want her swollen with it. Want to watch the changes take root, her scent, her softness, the way her breath catches when I touch her. I want to ruin her body with pleasure until it has no choice but to give me what I want.
A baby.
A family.
A reason to keep her locked to me, because Iseeher. I saw her fire the second she staggered into the clearing, bleeding and breathless but still upright. I saw her fight when most people would’ve crumpled. She’s not some scared little girl.
She’sstrong. And she’smine.
I’ll build her a kingdom if she wants it. Burn down the world if it ever threatens her. I’ll kill for her.
I already plan to.
And when she carries my child, when I see her walk through the halls with her belly full of my future, there won’t be a single doubt in anyone’s mind who she belongs to.
Not her. Not the men who tried to take her.
Not even my brothers.
She stirs slightly, curling closer. I kiss her temple and inhale the scent of her hair. My heart tightens in a way that’s unfamiliar, dangerous. A vulnerability I thought I’d burned out of myself years ago.
But for her?
