His Breeding Obsession Novels & Stories

They were now entwined in each others arms, he had moved his hand which was on her neck to her upper attractions , gripping on them as he fumbled them. Damn! She wondered what was going on between her legs , what in the river Nile was going on down there. She felt too moist and that was almost new to her. He pushed her strapless dress below her very ripe boobs as they were now out , seeking for attention . Her rounded, full and very pointed attractions .He moved his concentration down. His kisses had retracted to her neck , as it now headed for her very ripe full breast , her lips immediately engulfed her dark pointy niples as she moaned with his hand playing with the other .He bit on her ni

Still, he didn't kiss me, he just said in a whispered voice: "I'm tired of being just your friend, Tasha. I don't want this game anymore.” "What do you want, then? "I asked, watching him. "I want you," he replied in a cold and direct tone. "I need you. And even if I tried to ignore these feelings, nothing came up in my life that was as real and surprising as you have been. I wake up and sleep thinking about you. I smell you all day long, even when we don’t meet. I'm going crazy, obsessed. That's not healthy, but...”

“If you’re really mine, you’ll show me that no one else will ever have what belongs to me. You’ll show me that you crave only me.” Tears pricked her eyes. He was twisting her, cornering her into obedience. But refusing meant suspicion. Refusing meant risk. Her trembling hands moved downward, shame flooding her as his gaze followed every hesitant motion. His breathing grew harsher, his control slipping, but his eyes never left her. “That’s it…” he rasped, voice thick with obsession. “You’re beautiful when you surrender. Every sound you make—it’s mine. Every tear you shed—it’s mine.” Her quiet whimper filled the room, and Adrian’s grip on the headboard tightened as if restraining himself. He d

But his eyes were still burning with obsession. “This is only the first confirmation,” he murmured with a dangerous smile. “Next week, we’ll do a more thorough session… and I might even bring my favorite nurse to hold you down while I give you a proper breeding.”

Every thrust drives those perfect ridges across my G-spot and I’m climbing toward orgasm within minutes. “Already close,” he observes. “Your body responds to me so quickly now.” “Because you’ve trained me. Trained my pussy to come on your cock whenever you want.” He makes a sound that’s pure satisfaction. “Yes. You were made to take me. Made to be bred by me.” The breeding talk does something to me that I didn’t expect when this started. Now when he talks about filling me, seeding me, getting me pregnant, it makes me absolutely feral.

"I do, I was just thinking about you, and I was thinking about being a breeder. I know it sounds funny, but I do not want offspring. At least right now. I’m only twenty years old.” "Oshey," he said tenderly. "Just because you are chanco doesn't mean I want to breed. I don't want kids, trust me. One of me is enough for this world. I kissed you because I wanted to. I kissed you because when I look at you, I have this overwhelming urge to," he paused looking for the words. "Have you as mine, and I don't mean that in a bad sense. You're a very attractive woman, and if you were not kinfolk, I would still want to kiss you." "What if tomorrow I do not want to kiss you? What if I don't wa

“He can never hold a position of responsibility in this castle. Bad choice on my part. It’s best he not breed and end the mistake at that.” “That’s disgusting.” I crinkle my forehead. I’ll never understand the customs of this backward kingdom. When I finally take the throne, I’ll put an end to the practice of breeding forever. That just pisses him off more. He stands, pounding his fist on his throne. That’s got to hurt. “I’ll have you know that my father had a breeder, and his father before him! You yourself are the product of fine breeding. It’s the proper way to bring an heir into this world.”

The sentinel gave a taunting smirk and said with a cocked head. “The lord’s breeders are always put to the test for compatibility. If after the assessment you’re not endowed enough to become the lord’s breeder, you’ll be sent to the general breeding house where you’ll be useful to our male population.” His taunting smirk grew as he leaned closer and hummed in her ears. “Maybe I could pay a generous amount to have you bear me a pup…” He winked. Isolde took in his smug look and cursed. “I’d never bear anyone’s child!”

I stood frozen, my body unwilling to move and it was when he sat on the throne and raised a brow at me with a bit of impatience that my heart skipped a beat and I rushed forward to stand right in front of him. There was something about him. Something I didn't understand that was making me unconsciously lower my guard and I didn't like it. “As I was saying, you're here for only one reason and that is to be my breeder.” “Huh? Breeder” I couldn't stop myself as my hand dropped from my mouth and I blurted out in shock. “Yes, Breeder. You know, someone who I sleep with and the person bears my child with no emotional attachment.” He explained to me slowly like he was talking to a dunce.

As if he was totally out of his character. "My bad. I didn't realise what I was doing," he said calmly. It seemed like he was ashamed of what he just said. He quickly left the room without any words. I sat on my bed again. The possession of the wolves was the real challenge. It was why my wolf was protesting. Lexa wanted a bond filled with love and care. ''He still looks down at me. It is just he can't accept the idea of seeing his mate becoming someone else's,'' I thought.