His hand slid down to my belly, possessive and reverent, resting there as if he could already feel the life he swore he’d put in me.
“You’re gonna take every drop, baby,” he murmured, voice dripping filth and need. “Gonna f**k you full until it leaks out of you—and then push it right back in.”
He snapped his hips forward, deep, brutal, and I cried out.
“You like that?” he asked, smirking against my neck, voice rough silk. “You like knowing you’re gonna be swollen with me? Heavy with my scent? My seed?”
I moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. “Yes—Hunter, yes—”
“You want it,” he bit, dragging his tongue up the shell of my ear. “You want me to breed you. Want me to ruin you for anyone else. Say it.”
“I want you to put a pup in me,” I gasped, writhing beneath him, eyes wild and glas
