The Prince’s Unwilling mate

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I was in awe when I walked back into the bedroom after my shower. It could not have been more than ten minutes. And he again managed to set up an amazing surprise. He always does, it was so good, so thoughtful. That for a few seconds I wanted to enjoy the effort he put into it. That the overwhelming lust I felt for him was pushed to the back burner.

Or it was until he walked up to me in one large stride grabbing my hips. It had been rough when we marked each other. And yet it was nothing compared to this, it was on an entirely new level. The sex now was almost animalistic and I love it. His firm hands dug into the soft flesh on my hips. His hard deep thrusts I could feel resonated in my entire body.” But when I begged him to knot me. He just kept pounding into me. I was truthful when I told him I wanted him to knot me. I wanted to know why he didn’t but this overwhelming bliss of my orgasm creeping closer and closer left me unable to speak. Unable to do anything other than cling to the dresser when the waves of hot liquid pleasure finally took over. Only when I caught my breath again was I able to ask him what that was all

about?

When he crawls on top of me again, explaining how far from done he is with me. I feel all the love and lust I have for him. I see the same feelings reflected in his eyes, in his gaze. Now more than ever did I know everything I have gone through is worth it to be with him like this. All the hurdles we had to take were worth it because, in the end, it was the two of us at the finish line. I only have one more dream for the future,

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one last wish. That is to be able to carry his pups, our pups. And raise our family together.

nit

Griffin is still watching me, teasing me, the sexual energy in the air is tangible. The scent of our arousals mixed together. But he is not moving, as much as I can see and feel his arousal for me. He does not act on it waiting for me to be the first to act. So I do, his hair has grown a little longer ever since I have been kidnapped and I love it. It looks good on him, and I would not mind if he braided it like his father. For now, though I love it because I can wrap my hair in his curls and pull his face to mine. He expects me to go in for a kiss, eyelids fluttering close at the anticipation of the kiss.

“I want you baby, show me just how much I am yours my king” I whisper in his right ear instead.

A pleased scream falls from my lips as he takes me up on my offer and sucks on my mark. Another wave of instant liquid heat pools between my legs. Causing me to jerk my hips up, trying to rub my legs together to get some of the friction I so desperately need. I have never been this desperate for him, and he never waited so long to give me some release before. There is a wicked grin on his face showing me how much he loves playing with me like this.

“Oh I will show you that you are mine, my Queen, I show you that every inch of you is mine” He follows his statement with a soft bite on my sensitive mark. Giving me extra pleasure I never knew existed. And then he makes his way down my body kissing down my neck, over the swell of my breast. Until he reaches my hardened nipples. Placing his mouth

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on one of my nipples, sucking them, swirling his tongue around them. while his hand plays with the other only builds up the pit of pleasure forming in my body. And I could swear I would be able to orgasm just from this touch.

All too soon though his kisses trail a path over my stomach. When he finally reaches that sweet spot between my legs there is a commotion outside of the room. I hear it but I barely register it. We’ve given into my heat now, since the first thrust my mind has been consumed with wanting to mate with Griffin. With how much I love him and with how desperate I am for him. There is just one thing I want and that is to mate with him as often as I can to be sure I will get pregnant by him as soon as possible.

However, it is not the commotion at the door that stops. It is Griffin, to me the sounds are muffled but whatever it is, it distracts him enough to stop licking me and walking over to the door. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know I should get up put on a robe and go and listen to what this is all about. It could very well be that the pack needs its Crown Prince and Princess. On the forefront of my mind is how close I was to yet another orgasm, how whatever it is. Griffin will have to walk into the bedroom to either just finish what he started. Or to tell me what is happening, telling me we need to take action and get out of the bedroom.

There is no way I will allow that, he is mine all mine. His duty lies with me his mate first, and I will show him exactly what he is missing. Spreading my legs wide so Griffin has a full view when he walks into the bedroom again I start playing with myself. Loudly moaning, it’s not even half as good as what Griffin made me feel. But I will be dammed if I will just lay here and suffer any longer.

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It’s gotten unbearably hot in here and the only thing, the only one that can save me now is Griffin.

“I am sorry Darling, I….” He walks into the room ready to tell me what the matter is, but as he sees the sight in front of him his jaw goes slack.

“Fuck it, it isn’t important” He mumbles as he makes his way back between my legs again.

Again the voice in the back of my mind telling me that it feels like it is important. Gets drowned out by the need to be with this man.

“All of your orgasms are mine, mine to give, mine to see, mine to feel and mine to taste” He growls. The flickering of his eyes indicates Conan and he are both struggling for control.

It is yet another thing that doesn’t matter to me anymore. Not when he goes back to licking me like he has something to make up to me. Finally, my eyes roll to the back of my head as another orgasm hits me. Before I can ride it out Griffin is on top of me thrusting into me in one thrust again. Adding another layer to the orgasms that has me screaming out his name. Clawing at his skin, at his back to have something to hold on to. We both same to race to another orgasm, this time however he does knot me. Even as I can feel it stretching, on this paper–thin line between pleasure and pain. He keeps moving he keeps thrusting, and as the orgasm hits me again the world around me goes black.

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