Page 46 of Keeper

He fucks into me hard, desperate to claim me for his own. “I’m going to breed you tonight, little keeper. And as your pretty little belly swells, you’re going to remember who it is that truly owns you.”

Pretty and pristine, but not pure. Never pure.

Not me.

Smiling, I press up into his hand and flex my cunt, driving him wild. “Better make it count then, baby. Don’t miss.”

Draven huffs a laugh, hips pounding faster, smile fading away to something much more feral with each thrust. “Sullivan.”

Hearing my name on his lips in a time like this reminds me that he knows who he is, what he’s doing. What he’s risking.

He knows and he doesn’t care.

I lose myself in that feeling, the knowledge and certainty that comes with it. I won’t be alone anymore. He’ll be just as wrapped up in this as I am, just as at risk. Yet he’s choosing to tie our lives together anyway.

It gets me out of my own head, and just as I hit the edge, Draven moans as if he’s right behind me. When my cunt flexes around him, he cusses, cock throbbing so hard I know he’s fighting off his impending orgasm. “Fuuck!”

No. I need it. It’s mine.

“Come inside me,” I rush out desperately. “Breed me, Draven. Don’t waste a drop.”

His hand moves up to cover my mouth, but it’s too late. My words have already penetrated the thin wall he was trying to build, and when he slams himself deep inside of me with a guttural growl, I know I’ve won.

Draven Creed — my future brother in law — has bred my ovulating body, and I’m not going to do a damned thing about it.

Let it work. It’s up to fate now, but that bitch owes me one.

“Gotcha,” I mumble behind his hand.

He releases a breathless laugh, his head shaking lightly, and I still feel him pulsing inside of me every few seconds. “What am I going to do with you?”

He slaps my cheek softly and then kisses me again, slower this time, like he’s savoring it.

It’s a fair question.

We have things to talk about now, but not while he’s still inside of me. It’ll come later, the details, the scheming. For now, for this one little moment, I want to enjoy it.

I don’t feel much like a pawn tonight.

I feel like a queen.

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