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Suzette’s breath hitched, and her fingers dug into his hips, but she didn’t scream. She had her lips pursed, but she didn’t cry out. She was definitely holding her breath also.
The only sound in the room was the loud beat of their hearts, pumping in sync with each other.
Her jaw was tight, and she tipped her head back, her fingers digging deeper.
Brock cupped her face and stroked his thumbs along her jaw. The grip on his cock was driving him mad, but he needed to take care of her first. “Take a breath, Little doll,” he ordered.
She shook her head.
He smiled at her defiance. “You must, Suzette. Deep inhale. It will get better.”
It took several seconds, but finally her tight channel eased up a fraction. It was still a vice but no longer threatening to cut off the blood supply to his cock.
“Can I move now, Little doll?”
She nodded.
He eased out a few inches, careful to keep a close eye on her. When her face softened a fraction, he did it again.
Her mouth relaxed, and she licked her lips. Her fingertips eased on his hips. “Do it again, Daddy.”
He dropped his head next to hers, licked her neck, and growled.
Her body writhed beneath him as he began the process of fully claiming his Little mate. In and out. Slowly at first and then faster. It was difficult to avoid coming prematurely. He wanted this to last. He wanted it to feel good to her before he came so she would know what sex would be like with him for the rest of their long lives.
Rising onto his elbows, he hitched his hips forward so that his cock was fully embedded, and he ground the base against her clit.
Her eyes rolled back.
Yes.
“Oh…” She lifted her torso up to deepen the contact and moaned, the most delightful sound he’d ever heard, right before her body convulsed around him. Her orgasm shook her entire body and caused him to come a second behind her.
He couldn’t stop it. His cock refused to wait another second. His release was life-altering. His love for her was also.
Chapter Nine
Suzette moaned as she tried to lift her head off the pillow. She was on her tummy. Everything hurt. Her muscles were sore, and she was too hot. She winced when a hand landed on her back.
“I’m right here, Little doll.”
“Too hot,” she whined, trying to arch away from his touch. She was aware she was naked, and she didn’t care.
“I know. Your body will continue to warm until it’s time for you to shift.” He set a palm on the small of her back, holding her steady. “I’m going to take your temperature, Little mate.”
She shook her head and squeezed her legs together. “No, Daddy. Don’t like it.” It was a struggle to speak. She didn’t want to argue.
“I know, but you must let Daddy take care of you.”
She gasped when he lodged one knee between her thighs, forcing them apart. Eyes squeezed shut, she continued to struggle. She was in no mood to have that rod in her bottom again.
He ignored her squirming, though, held her back down again, and parted her cheeks with the same hand. A second later, the cold tip of the rod probed her rectum.
“No, Daddy…” she argued.
“Relax your bottom, Little doll,” he commanded. Even though she was being defiant and disobedient, he never raised his voice. He seemed perfectly calm. He also slid the thermometer into her tightly clenched hole.
“Owie,” she cried out.