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Heather

Two Months Later

T oday, I wake up thinking about what happened at the factory.

I was worried for a moment that I would never get out.

He told me that I was just a meat suit, carrying his child.

Who in their right mind says things like that to another human being?

I knew he was unhinged, that’s why I fought so hard when he abducted me.

The Savage Legion and the Sons of Rage rode in together to serve up some leather-clad justice. They saved me from a fate worse than death. Being Carnage’s own personal breeding slave would have broken me as a human being.

I think back to when they showed up for me. Those bikers didn’t just arrive. They descended like a storm. And at the center of it was Ghost. That moment he came for me rewired something in my brain, fixed something that was long broken.

Waking up every day with Ghost wrapped around me is my new normal, but it’s not something I take for granted. Not after everything that happened.

Our home is quiet in the mornings. I like waking before the sun comes up and watching the first morning rays shine through the sheer curtains. The world outside our place is quiet and serene.

I love the feel of his chest pressing against my back, one arm slung possessively over my waist, his hand resting right at the curve where my belly starts to round.

Five months pregnant, and I swear Ghost has memorized every subtle shift in my body.

I shift slightly, trying not to wake him.

The hard press of his cock against my lower back tells me he’s already hard and might be up for a little morning sex.

He exhales through his nose, nuzzles into my neck, and murmurs, “Mornin’, little mama.”

I smile. “You’re always hard in the morning.”

“Can you blame me?” His hand slides lower, palm splaying across my lower belly like a claim. “You’re glowing, ripe and perfect.”

Heat sparks low in my belly. I wiggle my hips just enough to feel him through the thin barrier of my sleep shorts. He surges to life even more, rubbing himself seductively against my ass.

“That’s not fair,” I whisper.

His breath is hot against my ear. “When it comes to seducing you, I don’t play fair. If you don’t want what I’m offering, all you have to do is say no or crawl out of my bed.”

“You wake up hard and know that teasing me with your thick cock will get you sex every morning,” I say petulantly. “I’m a hormonal mess right now.”

He chuckles, rough and low, and the sound vibrates through me. “You always say yes and come screaming my name, and sometimes you even beg for more.”

“I know. I love morning sex with you.”

One gigantic arm comes out to scoop me closer. “Then what are you complaining about?”

I chuckle. “Nothing. Pull my shorts off.”

Ghost’s hands come out to tug my shorts down. I quickly kick them away. “You know the rules,” he tells me.

I groan. “I come first, right?”

“Damn right,” he murmurs. “I want to see you come apart on my cock before I fill you with my cum.”

I try to turn, but he tightens his grip, keeping me on my side. “Nope,” he says. “I got you right where I want you.”

His fingertips move between my legs to find my pussy is drenched.

“Fuck, Heather,” he says in an awestruck voice. “Is all this for me?”

I moan as he drags the length of his cock through my sloppy wet folds.

He’s not entering me, just playing around, teasing me.

The head of his cock goes exploring, bumping my clit with every punch of his hips.

I can’t help the way my legs squeeze together, practically begging him to enter my tight core.

“Feel how easy I move against your clit,” he whispers in a teasing tone. “All that slick honey is just for me. Your pretty little pussy knows I give the best pleasure, and she gets wet with anticipation when I’m close. Your body wants my cock. Tell me your mind wants it too.”

I’m hurting for him now. “Ghost, please. I want your cock. Don’t make me wait.”

This man of mine likes teasing me too much. He keeps pumping his cock through my folds, stopping to rub the tip over my clit over and over again.

“This pussy’s tight, and grips my cock just right,” he whispers. “And I’m going to fill you up.”

I turn my head, meeting his eyes over my shoulder. “I need you.”

He growls, “You want me, you’ve got me.” Then he pushes into me in one smooth, breathtaking thrust. I scream, my fingers digging into his chest.

“Fuck,” he grits out. “I fucking love the bite of those claws.”

“If that’s what turns you on, I’ll do it more often,” I tell him breathlessly.

“I’m always gonna make my old lady happy. You know that, Heather?”

Ghost doesn’t know it, but I dream of being his wife, us making a real family together.

Nothing gets me hotter than the thought of spending the rest of my life with this man.

He moves his hips, thrusting his cock, and whispers dirty things in my ear as he fucks me.

His hands skim over my body, touching all my most sensitive places before one hand moves between my legs to rub my clit.

“I want you to come around my cock, sweetness. I love the feel of you milking me.”

“Yes,” I choke out. “I love that too.”

He rubs my clit harder, and my orgasm makes me forget myself for a brief moment. Ghost groans as I clench around him. He makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat, and I feel him still, tight against me as he spills his seed deep inside my body.

We stay like that, tangled and breathless, our bodies still connected. His hand stays on my belly, fingers tracing slow, reverent circles.

“Are you okay?” he asks, like he always does.

I mumble, “Of course. Sex with you is the best thing ever invented by mankind.”

He snorts a laugh, “I don’t know if I would go quite that far.”

He pulls out and uses the sheet to clean me up. He’s always so sweet, this man of mine.

We’re both tired and tumble off to sleep.