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He starts to rub my pussy nicely for the first time, rubbing in the sting and the lubricant, and giving me some little reward of pleasure. It’s fucking monstrous, because I need to come so badly, but he’s keeping me right on the verge.
“You’re stuck on my cock, aren’t you,” he teases, rubbing my clit. “You’re coming, over and over on my thick dick.”
“I’m not coming!”
“Oh, aren’t you?” He chuckles terribly. “Is my little rebel mate not getting what she wants? Are you not getting the orgasm you need so badly?”
“Fuck you,” I growl.
He is enjoying this far too much, and I am not enjoying it nearly enough. I want to come, but his fingers keep dancing around just as I get close to climax.
“Please,” I whimper. “Please.”
“Oh, you do have manners?” he taunts me. “I wouldn’t have thought you were capable of asking nicely. Show me how nicely you can ask.”
“Please,” I whine.
“Try a full sentence,” he says, drifting his fingers over my lubricated clit.
“Please let me come,” I moan. Asking makes me blush, but I don’t have any pride left anyway. I am consumed with the need to climax. Nothing else matters.
“Again,” he growls. “And tell me what you are, and what you’re going to do.”
“Fuckkkkk…” I whine, earning myself a warning slap to my clit.
“I’m your mate,” I whimper. “And I’m gonna have your babies, and please let me come.”
“That’s right,” he says, satisfied. “You are mine, and you are going to be bred over and over, and now that I’ve fucked your hot little ass, I’m going to let you come.”
He rubs my clit in quick little circles, putting just the right amount of pressure to make my thighs quiver and my hips jerk and then orgasm rushes over me, giving me a cascade of delayed pleasure that makes my whole body contract around his cock.
HIs knot has started to soften, and his cock slides from me as my orgasm fades. He wraps his arms around me tight and snugs me into bed.
There’s nothing else to say. We fall asleep, sated and perfectly happy.
CHAPTER 11
Karl
I have my mate. The house my father left to me when he fled to Hawaii after creating a crisis in the pack is full. I don’t want to count my chickens before they hatch, but I am pretty sure that I am surrounded by peeping chicks. This is the life I secretly never dared want, and the life I never thought I’d have.
If she is bred, then she is not showing yet. Human pregnancy tests are largely inaccurate for shifter pregnancies, so it would require an ultrasound to test, and Ellie is making herself scarce with regards to that. She doesn’t want to know, because it would make it too real. I don’t push it, because I know how much I have bred her, and I know sooner or later she will have my baby.
“You’re so fucking rich.” She says it almost like an accusation.
“I guess?”
“What do you mean you guess? You have enough money to buy the fucking forest, which is where this all started.”
“Ellie, I am not buying a forest so you can go back and live in a rotting hell-hole. You’re going to have a nice house and you’re going to enjoy it and that’s all there is to it.”
I have to be cruel to be kind. I know she wants to retain the lifestyle of her youth, but that lifestyle was unhealthy and it robbed her of so many chances and choices. Losing the forest was the best thing that ever happened to her.
“You promised.”
She is trying not to pout, but she is pouting.
“I have barely begun to deal with the financials of this pack,” I explain. “There are a lot. I can’t be sure how much money is really available. And even if I could, at this point, I wouldn’t.”
