Page 90 of Never Tamed
“That’s it.” He breathes me in. “Let yourself go.”
My core flutters around him, squeezing tight.
“Seeing Flora and Owen with their kids…” He goes on. “It makes me want a family. With you. I want to fill you with my seed, Ren. I want to see you swell with my babies. I want you to be the one.”
Something in the aggressive honesty of the statement, the way he’s saying it while making me fall apart with his fingers, sends a shiver straight to my center. My pussy clenches as if my body recognizes exactly what he’s saying and craves it.
Kids? Nah. They’ve never been part of the equation for me. I’ve never wanted them and besides that, I was dying. I had an expiration date.
I lean back to stare at him.
This isn’t the first time he’s confessed something like this to me. Mathis is the ultimate family man. Back then, I partly wondered if he was joking. But there’s no doubt in my mind now that he’s not. He’s dead serious.
His cock hardens further between us and juts against my stomach.
“I told you,” I manage to squeak out. I glance at my upper arm where the birth control implant lays just under the skin. “I can’t have children. Not now.”
His gaze follows mine, and he bears his teeth. “That’s an easy fix.”
“Wait, what?”
Before I press for more, his fingers slide out of me and up my left arm. Something sharp pricks my skin, accompanied by a flash of pain, and when I glance down, his hand has partly shifted into long claws. Blood glides down my skin, quickly washed away under the shower’s spray.
Between his nails is a little plastic square.
My implant.
He’s got my implant in his fingers.
“What the fuck—”
Mathis clenches his fist tightly and then drops the damaged thing on the shower floor.
“Did you really just remove my birth control?” I flash my teeth at him.
My mind flicks back to the first time we’d met at Rudy’s bar, when he swiped my fake wedding ring right off my finger and crushed it in much the same way. Mathis always gets what he wants.
It’s part of being an alpha.
And then, he’d wanted me, to the point where he’d called me out on every lie I’d wrapped around me in protection.
Something must be really wrong with me because I’m so turned on, it’s insane.
I should be pissed or scared that he just removed the only thing keeping my uterus baby-free. Especially considering how many mates I have who don’t believe in condoms.
But I’m only thinking about his cock, and how his knot will feel as his cum spurts inside me and fills me to the brim.
Mathis watches me with a dark, dangerous gleam in his eyes. Then his dick nudges hard as steel at my entrance. He drags his claws down to my hip and he squeezes until I lift my leg slightly.
“Ren,” he growls, and the sound vibrates through me. “I want you. All of you. I want to mark you, breed you, make you mine.”
The words hit me like a blow. My knees threaten to buckle, but he holds me upright, shoving me harder against the tiles and grinding into me with relentless pressure.
I’m gasping. My hands tangle in his wet hair, pulling him closer.
More. I need more of him. He steals a kiss and thrusts his tongue between my lips. It’s claiming but also loving. It’s agonized. It’s hopeful.
“I want your body… want your womb… I want you carrying my children,” he says. “Every inch of you belongs to me, Ren. Every thought, every curve, every heartbeat.”
