Page 130 of Sire

I’m an animal.

Unleashed.

Untamed.

Unworthy.

I shouldn’t be allowed to have a wifethatglowing and so goddamn beautiful.

My swelling, possessive dick strongly agrees.

Wren’s ripe breasts perch over a white silk underbust corset. They’re not covered. Her dark, rouge nipples pointing proud and high.

I swallow down a growl at the naughty spot on her white silk panties. She’s ready and swollen. Wren’s pussy is already wet.

Fuucckk.

No.

I pounce to my feet, roaring, “We’re done! She passed the test.”

Suddenly, I’m not into the initiation thing, test thing, group thing, public thing, breeding thing, or anything with any human but Wren.

That convent on a cliff in Italy is our next stop.

“Oh, non!” Delphine wags her finger at me. “Your queenknows what she wants.” Smiling with Wren, she turns her around, presenting her backside.

Goosebumps bloom over Wren’s sweet ass. Her tawny skin a beacon with that white bunny tail anal plug begging for my mount.

Dear God, I’ll pay my penanceandanswer my prayers in that pussy. That ass. That body.

That woman who saved my soul.

Looking over her shoulder, Wren smiles, shaking her bunny tail at me. “Pastor Rutledge, I’m ready for you.”

She’s playing a game.

I’m not.

In four feral steps, I whip her around, grab her throat, and slam my lips to hers, swallowing her gasp. Her lips are soft and pliant, but Wren’s will is unbreakable.

Demanding her tongue, I can’t tame hers with mine. Her desire is too strong. She knows what she wants. Fisting my white starched shirt, she grinds into me, rubbing her soaked pussy over my fine dress pants.

We never wear boxers under our dark suits for tests and initiations. It’s to be ready, to show respect for our queens.

I do. I’m ready. I respect my queen.

But I’m about to fuck the living hell out of my wife.

“You’re ready to breed, Angel?” I reach down, ripping her delicate panties off. Silk threads don’t stand a chance against my animal urges. “You want everyone to see what a hungry little pussy you have for my cock? For my cum?”

She pants, “Yes, my sire.”

I slide a finger through her slick lips. “Fucking right, this pussy is mine to fill. Onlymine.”

I whip my glare to Nash. “Help me with her.”

He rises, licking his lips. There’s not an erection that can hide in this erotic room, including his.