Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“That’s right, suck that sweet treat while I use your pussy,” he grins behind me, gripping my hips and pulling me back on his cock.
That’s how I learn Thorn likes risky sex. He’s always been an opportunist, but a sweet one. He wants me to enjoy myself, but he also wants to fuck me when the mood takes him.
I settle into position and let him use my pussy while I suck on the sweet treat occupying my mouth. It’s kind of sexier than I thought it would be, kind of fun and incredibly hot.
“Naughty little slut for candy,” Thorn growls behind me. “Remember when you almost got yourself killed for it?”
“That woman was a witch,” I declare around my lollipop.
“Probably,” he says, sheathing himself deep inside me. “You feel so good, Tabby. I swear this pussy was made for me…”
I squirm my hips back against him, enjoying his enthusiasm and the fun of this sex. Thorn knows how to make fucking feel like a recreational pastime, and I love it.
He’s starting to knot up already, meaning I’m going to be trapped on his cock until he’s done. That makes my clit throb just thinking about it. The fact that my mates can put me on their dicks and keep me there until I take their cum is a hell of a trick of biology. Hard for me to feel anything other than entirely submissive when that is how I am being fucked.
“What the seven hells do you two think you’re doing?”
A deep voice suddenly booms behind us.
I turn around, one of my breasts free of my dress, a lollipop in my mouth, and my pussy exposed with Thorn’s cock very much knotted inside it.
A stern member of the king’s guard is staring the two of us down. I don’t know him. He’s got a massive mustache and an irate temper.
“Oh, uh, I was breeding my mate, sir,” Thorn says.
“While defending the king?”
“I don’t think he’s currently under attack, sir.” Thorn makes it instantly worse.
“Stay there,” the guard says. “Don’t either of you move.”
He leaves the room, presumably to get someone else to get us in even more trouble. I feel nervous. I haven’t earned the ire of anyone in the palace yet and I didn’t really want to. This isn’t like my father’s pack. This place absolutely bristles with dominant male wolf energy, and I already have enough of that to contend with in my mates.
Thorn thrusts up inside me unexpectedly.
“What are you doing?” I gasp and giggle.
“Gotta come,” he grunts, his lips against my neck. “So I can get my cock out of you.”
He fucks me standing up, one of his hands cupping my pussy from the front, rubbing my clit, the other on my hip keeping me in place as he gives me a hard and fast rutting designed to get his cum inside me as quickly as animally possible.
I cannot stop giggle-moaning as he fucks me to completion, gripping my pussy like he owns it and just using me as hard and as fast as he can until he comes inside me, filling me up with that thick seed.
“Good. You’re so good,” he praises me, kissing the back of my neck. We don’t have long before the guard returns, but thankfully it is just long enough for Thorn to be tucking his cock back into his pants as the guard comes back with Krall.
I feel nerves bubbling up in my tummy as he looks at us both sternly. Oh, fuck. We are in trouble.
“I found these two fornicating in Lord Chamberlain’s private diary chamber,” the guard says. “I’ll be writing the lad up, but I thought you’d like to handle the lass.”
“Oh, I would,” Krall says, crooking his finger at me.
The few steps it takes to get to him feel like they are a thousand, but I do them swiftly enough that he is not annoyed.
“Naughty girl,” Krall says, spanking my ass over my gown with a swift slap that stings, but doesn’t really hurt. “I’m sorry. We’re trying to breed her at the moment. The younger lad got carried away. It won’t happen again.”
“See that it doesn’t,” the guard growls. “Thorn, you’re with me.”
Thorn follows in the man’s wake, flashing a cocky little wink at me. He doesn’t give a fuck about being in trouble, but I think I do.
“I didn’t do anything,” I say to Krall. “Thorn grabbed me, and…”
“I know, sweetheart,” Krall says, dropping a kiss on my head and patting my ass. “When it comes to matters of having your pussy bred, I’m never going to blame you. Now, what have you forgotten to do today?”
I look at him, a little confused.
“I don’t know?”
He leans down and kisses me sweetly. “What job did you have to do?”
“Uhm, none? Except get… uhm, bred?”
“Yes, and you did that, so what else?”