His Breeding Obsession Novels & Stories

He wielded them like weapons and he always knew exactly where to aim. I sat down. He started speaking. *"Lily… I need to talk to you about something important."* He took a breath. *"About marriage."* Marriage? WHOSE marriage? Mine? His? His car's? *"My family has been…"* he paused, searching for a word, *"hounding me. Nonstop. They want me to settle down."* I blinked at him. Okay? How is that my problem? Is he asking me to find him a girl? Build a spreadsheet? Book a venue?

"These tits are mine to mark, to milk. Gonna suck them until you're begging to be bred." Breeding. The word sends a forbidden thrill through me, and he senses it, grinding his hardening cock against my belly. He reaches for the clamps, flicking one open and snapping it onto my right nipple. The bite is sharp, a jolt of fire that makes me cry out, but it morphs into throbbing pleasure as blood rushes. He attaches the second, the chain dangling between, and tugs lightly, watching my face contort. "Look at you, all trussed up and clamped. My little pain slut."

Damn… so irritating. Before any of this, I've always been having the thought of getting myself a breeder to birth a child for me. Surprisingly, when I got to their pack, I stumbled upon that girl, and I just don't know why, but a sparkle of attraction towards her weighed on me. Right there and then, I made it within me that I'm having her as my breeder. But what's wrong with me now..? I shouldn't be thinking about her. She's just a tool for birthing my child and nothing else. Damn, am I getting crazy or what?

“Don’t be naive son… For breeding of course. Legends say that fighters born to an opal queen are stronger and faster than any other wolves ... they are special” “I mean I get that it sounds ... intriguing for a pack”. I chew on my lip. “But I thought we were all about finding our mate ... imprinting and all that. It doesn’t really fit with the idea of breeding someone ... It sounds like she is a prize dog or something”. “I thought you didn’t believe in that”. He gives me a look. “But the buyer would not marry her. He would merely keep her and breed her with his strongest worries to see what would make the strongest match”.

She insisted, rolling her eyes as she pulled away. Reid scrunched up his face as he scratched the back of his head in angst. “It’s complicated, Bri. Our father drilled it into us that mates make us weak and should only be accepted for breeding the future alphas.” Brielle’s eyes rounded as her faced paled, Ryker had obviously missed out the breeding part of his father’s history on purpose. Most likely to avoid the sudden feeling of disgust Brielle was currently feeling as she felt her stomach churn. “Don’t get me wrong, none of us want you for breeding or believe that aspect.” Reid quickly clarified as he started to notice the colour draining from Brielle’s face.

I remind him “I can sense her wolf. She’s faint but there. She was trying to come to the surface when we were around, but she was too weak. I want our omega. She is ours, and we keep her.” Obsidian demands. I roll my eyes. “Not keeping her. I don’t have time for it. Besides, you know it’s dangerous to keep a breeder around their children. They get ideas.” “I don’t care. She is special. She might be mate.”

he answers, turning the knife he just stuck into my heart. “How can you say that it doesn’t matter? She is going to be your wife, isn’t she?” My breath keeps hitching in my throat, making it hard to speak in the first place as I feel like I’m losing the strength to stand. He sighs, adverting his gaze for a second. “Just a breeder. Nothing more.” “Why do you need a fucking breeder if you have me?” I shout, the stutter making it sound more pathetic than ever. “Nobody will give you stronger offspring than me.”

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.”