Page 35 of Damaged Princess

Jesus Christ, what the hell is going on in my head? I've never had a breeding kink. At the moment it's all I can think about. My desire for her might be reaching unhealthy levels. I realize it as my brain files through ways to make sure she never gets away. It's a little concerning how deranged some of my thoughts are.

"Sir Wolfe," Ana whimpers, shoving her mouth to mine. It's a frantic kiss as she works over my cock.

Her pussy is so slick she makes a wet slap as she moves. She's dripping slick all over my balls and it's about to send me over the edge into full-blown rabid. Forget feral, I passed that ages ago.

My eyes meet Vik's in the mirror.Do not fuck this up, I remind myself.

Ana's hands clutch at my shoulders as she rises and falls.

"Goddamn," I groan, my head falling back against the seat. "You keep clenching around me like that and you're going to embarrass me real fucking quick."

Small hands slide up under my t-shirt and she hugs me. Shit, she's not in her nest and we're in a moving vehicle. I'm sure her impulses are screaming that she's not safe. It takes considerable maneuvering but I manage to slide one arm under hers and around her back, giving her as much of the confined feeling as I can considering the circumstances.

"You're dripping for me, doll," I growl, still playing with her clit. "I need to feel you milk my cock. I'm so fucking close to spilling every drop of my cum inside you."

"Please?" she begs.

"You want my cum, beautiful?" I growl. "Keep grinding like that and you're going to get it."

She buries her face in my chest and sobs.

"Fuck, Ana. I'm about to bust," I growl. "Pump every drop of my cum into the bottom of your tight little hole."

Her pussy tightens around me. It starts as soft fluttering and morphs into powerful waves that have me swelling as I prepare to spill inside her.

"Wolfe," she whines.

"I'm gonna jerk off all over your tits next time. Cover your tight little body in my cum. I'm gonna make a mess of you, Ana. Mark you permanently as mine."

I stretch the hand on her back up, gripping the hair at the base of her skull and forcing her to look at me. Her eyes are hooded and glassy and half-closed.

I tap her clit in slow, teasing circles. "That's it, dollface. Scream for me."

The warm rush of slick that coats my cock sends me over the edge. I hate not being in control, but the confined space makes it impossible.

Fucking hell.

I wish I could toss her down and rut into her like my impulses are demanding.

Since I can't, I thrust up into her as much as the position allows.

I have to bite my lip as my cock kicks. My impulses demand I breed the fertile omega. Fill her so full of my scent that no other alpha would dare touch her. My chest heaves as I tilt her face to mine. We both have to stretch to reach the other. She's still gyrating her hips, milking my cock for every goddamn drop.

"You're trying to ruin me, aren't you, Ana?" I whisper against her cheek. "Christ. I've dreamed of this. It never went quite like this, though."

Anastasia nods. "Me too."

I hold her tight to me as the truck finally stops.

"I've got you, sweetheart," I assure her. And for the first time in my life I ache at the thought of having to let someone go. Which is a very good reason not to let her get away.

Chapter Nine

Anastasia

"Holy fucking shit," Wolfe groans as I climb off his cock. He's still staring at my pussy with a look of pure hunger on his face. "Okay, so I've never fucked without a condom before, and that's way hotter than I ever imagined."

I pull up the straps of my dress and Wolfe shoves his middle finger inside me.

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