Page 45 of Knotted By the Beast

He pulls off with a wet sound and flicks his tongue over my nipple again, then gives it a sharp twist that makes me cry out.

“You’re going to feed our pups,” he murmurs in a dark but reverent voice. “But first, you’re gonna feed me.”

I don’t get a chance to reply.

He rolls me on my back, kneeling between my spread thighs. His eyes are wild. His cock…thick, veined, leaking… gripped in his massive hand.

“You’re dripping,” he snarls. “Cunt. Tits. All of you.”

Beast leans over me, his mouth hot against my breast again, and sinks in.

I gasp. My body bows. And my pussy pulses open, ready and desperate, because this has become our rhythm.

He feeds. Then hefucks. And I crave both. Everything from my Beast. My Alpha. My mate. Forever.

THE END.

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