“I’ve been gentle, kitten,” I growl. “Every time I fucked you, every time I knotted you, every time I bent you over and claimed your tight little cunt, I held back. Because of your age. Because you’re still learning. Because you don’t know what I’m capable of.” “I am trying to protect you,” I snarl into your ear. “But you’re making it so hard. You’re moaning like a whore. I can feel it in your body—you want the monster.” My bones are aching. My claws are already pushing at my skin. My jaw is tightening with the pressure of my canines lengthening. My eyes are starting to glow. My vision is going gold at the edges. My cock is twitching so hard inside you I can barely stay still. “I want to shift please kitten” “I want to break the cuffs off your wrists. I want to rip the gag out of your mouth and shove my fingers into your throat while I fuck you so deep you forget what breathing feels like. “I want to bite you. Hard. I want to sink my teeth into your neck and claim you aga
~Damon~ I had waited for the perfect time for her to be ready. Not just physically. Not just wet and whimpering and begging to be filled. I’m talking ready..body, mind, soul. Because trust me when I say this… I am a very rough Alpha. I’m not the kind of man who makes love with candlelight and soft hands. I’m not gentle. I don’t take it slow. I destroy. I break. I breed. I dominate until she forgets her own name and screams mine like it’s the only word she’s ever known. But because of her age. Because she’s just eighteen. Because she’s still learning the weight of what she is. I have been trying. Really fucking trying. I’ve held myself back in ways no one will ever understand. Every time I sank into her, every time I tied her hands, pulled her hair, fucked her until she passed out from overstimulation..that was me being gentle. That was the tame version. I know it didn’t feel like it to her. I know she thought that was the beast. But it wasn’t. That wasn’t even cl
Oh my God. My thighs were soaked. Like dripping. Like actual puddle forming between my legs level soaked. And then he did it. He slid a soft silk gag between my lips..wet from my own spit and moaning..and tied it behind my head. Not tight. Just enough to hush me. Just enough to remind me who was in control. Just enough to make my pussy throb. “You look perfect like this,” Damon whispered. ~~~ I was bent over the thick padded bench in Damon’s secret sex dungeon..which, might I add, he built just for me..and all I could think about was how tight my pussy was clenching around nothing. My arms were cuffed behind my back. My ankles were strapped to the bench. My legs were spread wide open. My tits were hanging down like heavy, leaking milk bags with clamps on the nipples that stung just right every time I whimpered. My belly was full. My mouth was stuffed with a silk gag. My thoughts were a mess. And still..still, I was fucking wet. Like soak-the-floor
~Lyra~ I know y’all might be wondering..like seriously wondering..”Oh my God, she’s pregnant now, so she should be taking it easy, right? Like soft kisses, no bouncing, no full-body trembling while a massive Alpha dick is buried inside her?” Yeah… no. Hell no. Never! You wanna sit there and tell me you don’t ride your husband or your man, or your baby daddy Alpha…while you’re pregnant? “You don’t arch your back and beg him to go deeper just to feel how tight your pussy is while your belly’s already glowing from the last time he knotted you? You don’t cry when he takes it slow because your body is so hot and hormonal that you actually need him to break the bed again? Because me? I am so horny I think I’m going insane. Like not regular horny. Not oops-I-had-a-dream kind of horny. I mean full-on dripping, pussy-clenching, clit-throbbing heat kind of horny, and it’s made worse by the fact that Damon just blindfolded me and said he was taking me to the playroom. And I didn
“Let’s do BDSM, kitten.” Everything inside me paused. Even my pussy. Even my thoughts. Even the cum still dripping from between my legs. “Huh?” I blinked up at him, blinking rapidly like my brain needed to reboot. “Wait, BDSM? No. No, Damon. I’m scared. I’ve seen those videos. There were ropes. There were clamps. There were people hanging from ceilings and crying in leather and kneeling on tiles like they were auditioning to be furniture. I’m not ready to be a nightstand.” He smirked. Of course he did. That terrifying Alpha smirk that meant he already knew I’d say yes. “You’re no longer the innocent little girl that came here last summer,” he said, and I swear to God my pussy fluttered just hearing him say the word innocent like it was a memory I wasn’t allowed to have anymore. “You’re mine now. My Omega. My mate. My good little slut. You beg for my cock. You scream when I knot you. You take every drop of cum I give you like it’s your fucking job. And now I’m going to tea
~Lyra~ “DADDY!” The scream tore out of me like my soul was coming with it. My back arched, tits jiggling, nipples leaking, legs wide open as fuck while his knot slammed in so deep I thought my spine was going to split. My whole pussy clenched around him like it couldn’t bear to let him go. Like my body had given up the idea of dignity and decided all it wanted was to be filled. Again. And again. And again. His huge veiny dick, dragging against my swollen walls with every thrust as if they were custom-shaped to destroy me from the inside out. And that knot? That monstrous fucking knot was stuffed inside me like a plug made of sin, locking in every drop of thick, hot Alpha cum he’d already dumped into my womb. I was already pregnant. Four pups. Confirmed. And still, Damon was fucking me like he was trying to put four more inside. “You feel that, kitten?” he growled in my ear, grabbing the back of my neck and holding me down as his hips drove into me with slow, brutal fo