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“To feed?” I pant, unable to catch my breath.

“To stretch you. To get you ready to take my cock without pain. Your little hole is so small.”

I don’t know whether I’m supposed to be grateful or afraid; just how big is he that I needed that much preparation?

“Is it going to hurt?” I ask.

There’s a second of hesitation followed by a gentle, “Yes, but I’ll be gentle.”

With my body cooling and apprehension taking root, I know I don’t have much time before I get fully inside my own head and overthink it.

“Do it quick,” I tell him, slipping my arms around his shoulders.

I feel his hold tighten on me.

“I could hurt—”

I shake my head. “Please. Just ... do it.”

I think for a moment he’s going to refuse, maybe even pull away, but his head falls forward and his tongue nudges my lips.I open willingly and let him twine his tongue around mine. I let him fill my senses. I let his heat envelop me. His scent. The weight of his body pressing me into the tree.

“You are mine,” he murmurs softly against my swollen lips. “My little human.” He nips on my bottom lip just hard enough to get a whimper from me. “My mate. I would burn the world to ashes for you.”

I open my mouth to respond when he surges forward.

The pain is a sharp, spearing stab that snatches the air from my lungs. His tongue twists around mine, capturing my cry. He gives me no room to adjust or move, pinning me fully in his hold as he drives himself deeper. And deeper. Every rigid length of him demanding space in my tight channel until I’m sure no more can fit, and still he’s urging for more.

“Too much,” I try around the hold he has on my tongue.

“No,” is all he growls as he starts thrusting, driving his hips and rubbing the whole length against my walls.

The oddity of the sensation fades quickly when I feel him pulsing like a heartbeat, a heart that emanates warmth, little bursts of heat that send electric currents through my body.

“Warrick?” I pant, clutching him tighter as my body loosens on its own, slickens with a fresh arousal.

“Like that?” he taunts into the side of my neck.

My head bobs as a fresh sense of release washes over me. “Yes ... God, what is that? What are you doing? It feels so good.”

He drives faster. Harder. And I welcome it as the flutters intensify and release the sweetest warmth to fill me. To soak into my body and...

“I think I’m cumming again. Don’t stop. Please.”

“Tell me to breed your little cunt. Tell me to put my baby in you.”

My body seizes. Between whatever he’s releasing inside me and that command, I spiral into the softest cloud of bliss.

“Breed me,” I choke out. “Please, Warrick, please. I want your baby. Don’t stop. Cum in me.”

With a snarl that sends me over, Warrick slams inside me with such violence I’m sure I’ll be bruised and sore in the morning, but I don’t care. I’m falling and he pumps thick, hot ropes of cum deep into my welcoming body. At some point, mid thrust, something catches between us. A knot locking him in place, trapping his seed from spilling free.

“Take it,” he growls into my ear. “Every drop.”

I wiggle my hips down, pulling him in deeper. I’m rewarded with a growl and the sharp spear of pain where his fangs puncture the curve of my shoulder.

I cry out, but his hold only tightens.

“Mine,” he breathes into the pulse at my throat. “You’re fucking mine.”