Page 246 of Broken Bonds

I wordlessly moan as the orgasm takes me, squeezing his cock tightly, milking another from him. He laughs as I feel his juices fill me, my body eagerly soaking him up. “That’s what you’re made for, mate. You were perfectly made for me, to beg me for breeding, to come undone for me.” He grinds his cock inside me, hard and hot, and he pauses only to yank my shoes and socks off. “There, baby. Better?” He leans in and bites my neck, sucking hard. “My sweet, naked, horny pup ready for more, hmm?”

I beg. I shamelessly plead for more, for everything, time disappearing and the world ceasing to exist outside of him and his eyes and his cock and the sound of him grunting, rutting me, owning me, and the pleasure he’s wringing from my body. Both of which—my body and my pleasure—belong only to him.

And that’s the way I want it.

The next thing I know, I’m curled up against him in the hot tub. His eyes are closed, but his arms protectively encircle me, caging me, pressing me to his chest.

And it’s dark. From the feel of it, maybe the middle of the night.

He cracks open an eye and smiles. “There he is.” He nuzzles my nose. “Better?”

I stretch my neck, noting my sore and scraped knees, and?—

I gasp, and his eyebrows playfully arch in a question.

The slow, sexy smile filling his face twists my soul even tighter around his. No words, he leans in for a slow, sweet kiss, one hand resting on my stomach, a quiet answer.

Squirming around, I straddle him, draping my arms around his neck so I can properly kiss him. His hands settle on my ass cheeks, kneading them. When his cock stiffens between us, I wiggle and impale myself, slowly sinking onto it and drawing a deep groan from him as he squeezes my ass.

He nibbles the side of my neck. “Baby, you drained me dry. I don’t think I have another one in me.”

“I want another one,” I say, flexing my ass around him, wondering if I can milk one out of myself like this.

He takes over, his fingers digging in as he forces me to round my back to keep him inside me and?—

“There you are,” he says with a smile as I gasp. “Try that angle.” He kisses me, sucking on my tongue and nipping my lips as I try, close, soooo close, but not quite there.

He lifts me off him, making me whine. “Shh, baby. We’re not done.” He turns me sideways on his lap and, while cradling me against his chest with his left arm, he spreads my thighs with his right hand and works two, then three fingers inside me.

I see stars all around us. “Ah!”

“That’s it, isn’t it?” he teases, his fingers slowly stroking gentle circles around my sweet spot. “Relax and enjoy it, baby,” he whispers, “because you’ve more than earned it. He captures my lips again and quickly coaxes the first one out of me. The second and third are sweet torture as he takes his time, building me up, edging me, making me beg just for him to stop. And he keeps his fingers buried inside me, still, even as I try to squeeze them.

He nuzzles my nose. The fourth orgasm is the one that completely satiates me and leaves me limp. I curl up against his chest, tucked in the security of his arms.

“So that’s what a heat feels like,” I mumble even as the last echoes of pleasure ripple through me.

He laughs, deep and rumbling. “Yep. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize it sooner or I would have cleared the day and we’d be sound asleep in bed by now.”

“I didn’t start feeling weird until after you’d already left this morning.” I rub my face against his pec, his coarse hair sweetly rough against my cheek. “I guess I should’ve realized it, but it wasn’t on my radar.”

“And now you know. But it’ll be at least a year before you have to worry about it again. Do you even remember when it took?”

When I look he’s smiling, very damned satisfied with himself and his heart near bursting with love and pride, all of it because of me.

“Sort of. Something about looking up at you, saying ‘Oh, thank the Goddess, that one finally did it,’ and kinda splooting on the ground.”

He laughs. “That’s exactly what happened. About thirty minutes ago. Took me a few minutes to catch my breath and find all our clothes. You snored most of the way back while I carried you. We’d only been in here about five minutes when you woke up.”

“Promise me something?”

“Anything, baby.”

“Buy me earplugs before we break the news to your mom, please?”

He snorts, tightly hugging me. “We’re not telling her for at least a week. I want to savor everything this time.” He meets my gaze again. “And I think when we do start telling people, it’ll be your mom we tell first.”

“Why?”