Breeding Kink Books Novels & Stories

I stepped in with a big crown sketched on my face, I also didn't miss the chance to bang the door close when I entered. “Here I am?” I cut the lady off before she could speak, not bothering to spare her a glance. The only person I'm focused on right now is Derek. “Melanie, this is Katherine, King Derek's current breeder.” Beta Edward began, pointing me out. Current breeder? Suddenly, all hope drowned inside my chest, a look of distress etched on my face. I have lost every chance I can ever get. Silly of me to think the moon goddess would shower a little mercy on a poor soul like me. But then…

Then he laid back and held her to him, even as she tried to move away. “Get still, pet.” He warned as he moved a hand down to her garter belt and then her ass. “I like the idea of my come inside you.” He squeezed her ass and kissed her temple. “Until I decide to clean you out.” She froze and looked at him and he simply shrugged. “I’ve played and discovered what I like. I have a breeding kink and love to eat pussy.” He brought her mouth to his for a kiss.

His eyes darted over my face and lingered on my lips. “It’ll be so easy to push my cock into your pussy,” he growled as he slowly rolled his hips. “I’ll fill you up with my cum and watch my baby grow inside you.” He shuddered. “Please don’t tell me you have a breeding kink,” I whispered. “A what kink?” Ryder frowned. “A breeding kink. I read a book where the male lead was obsessed with getting the female lead pregnant. He switched out her birth-control pills with vitamin pills.”

Jason pulled one from the shelf and flipped it open to detailed illustrations that made his stomach turn. Knots. Heat triggers. The ways scent could override will. The way mating bites burned through every chemical barrier. This is what they expect from me tomorrow. This is what I'm supposed to want. One illustration showed an alpha's bite mark on an omega's neck, dark and permanent. The text described how the bite would bond them forever, how it would make the omega's body respond whether they wanted it to or not. Jason slammed the book shut and shoved it back onto the shelf.

"Have you been listening at all?" "No." I said under my breath, toying with the silk of my emerald-green evening gown under the table. He hadn't heard me. "Your breeder. He has been chosen. Quite a process—" He rattled on and on about the significance and the history behind the event. A male breeder was unheard of, he said. So rare that no one alive today would have borne witness to such a notion. Breeders were always women. They almost always came from dire situations, regardless of their status within their packs. My mother had been a breeder and an Alpha's daughter. She shared her entire story with me when the details of my future were being pieced together.

Jordan said quietly, "they don't really 'find' mates. They... take them." Lena continued, her voice clinical and cold. "Alphas produce these incredibly potent pheromones. Biological warfare, basically. They can make most werewolves – especially females – feel simultaneously terrified and submissive. It's not consent. It's manipulation." Cathy's face changed. Her earlier fascination with Magnus began to curdle. "So you're saying Alphas basically... force women to be with them? Have their children?"

It finally dawned on me why I was chosen to be the breeder for the Alpha. As a rare hybrid, born to a witch mother and a werewolf father, I possessed untapped powers. My unique heritage made me an attractive choice for the Alpha's breeder, as my child would inherit extraordinary abilities. By producing an heir, I would ensure the Alpha's legacy surpassed his own strength, creating a potentially unstoppable successor. The Alpha sought me for my hybrid bloodline, hoping to create an heir with unmatched powers. My witch and werewolf heritage guaranteed exceptional abilities, making my child a valuable asset to solidify his pack's dominance.

“All I need is a breeder to carry my child. Nothing else matter to me.” Of course, a cruel man like him didn’t even know about mercy. All he wanted to have child from a sex slave like me. Alpha Kieran moved closer, his deep eyes dark in anger. His scent grew stronger around me, wrapping me like chains making it impossible to think straight. My body started to betray me, weakening under his presence. The heat was making my core throb turning my p*ssy wet below my skirt. "You are just a breeder... my breeder." His voice hit me like a lovesick bird.

He picked me up, he carried me a bridal style not breaking the kiss, he dropped me on the mattress, and I yelped. Kennedy climbed onto the mattress, and it dipped under his weight. He slowly began to kiss me then slowy as he covered my body with his, he unbuttoned my gown because I was wearing a buttoned down gown, he played with each of my breast, adoring my tits with his lips, I moan out, the fire of desire to have him inside of me ignite in me, and my legs fell open for him. I wrapped them around his thick thighs, and he kissed me. I breathed hard, clinging onto him. My nails dug into his skin, and he growled sharply. He collapsed onto the mattress on top of me, pinning me down. His head

The cocky mask was slipping; I could see it in the way his pupils swallowed the color, the flush across his cheekbones, the way his lips stayed parted as he dragged in air. My stepbrother had begged me. Had admitted he wanted to breed his little stepsister. The thrill of it surged through me hotter than any orgasm. I slid down his body with deliberate slowness, letting my drenched pussy drag over his stomach, leaving a wet trail until I hovered right over his cock. I didn’t sink down yet—just rested there, hot and slick, teasing us both. “You’re already getting hard again,” I whispered, rolling my hips in lazy circles. The friction against my sensitive clit made me bite my lip. “After pumpin