Blood in the Water (19 page)

He spread her legs, positioned himself at her entrances. Her panic didn’t dissuade him in the least. He thrust deep and hammered in fast, rhythmically.
 

Monroe was lost in a swirling haze of pain and bliss.

He pulled the cock from her ass, and she screamed, panic making her go blind. Her limbs trembled, and even the aphrodisiacs weren’t enough.
 

She wanted this to be done. She didn’t understand what was happening, why it was scarier this time, and she wanted Koenraad to come back to her.

Then his arms came around her, and he kissed her. He was trying to be gentle, trying to reassure her about something, but his movements were still crude.

His kisses turned into painful bites. She needed the air, so she let him do what he would.

She felt him rubbing his cock, cleaning himself off, possibly, then both swollen heads began to push into her pussy.

She didn’t understand. He’d never said anything about this—

Confused, she clawed at him, and he responded by clamping his teeth on her neck. When she struggled, he bit harder, his teeth cutting into her.
Stay still or I’ll hurt you
, he seemed to be saying.
You’re here for me to fuck, and it’s going to happen.

This was the mating. She’d forgotten how terrifying it was, and how exhilarating.
 

How could she love and hate this at the same time?

He thrust his hips, and both cocks inched into her tight hole. The barbs were cutting her. He rocked back, thrust forward even deeper.
 

The pain was unimaginable.

She tried to pull away, and his teeth tightened until she stop fighting. She thought she felt him grunt in masculine satisfaction.

Her body clenched almost painfully as an unexpected orgasm crashed through her.
 

He shoved all the way in. He pulled her body so hard against his that she could feel the bones of her pelvis pressing into him.

He forced air deep into her lungs, biting her lips savagely as it did it.
 

Then his teeth raked down her neck, down her shoulder, her back.
 

He was going to bite her, a claiming bite, but she hadn’t thought that would be necessary…
 

And his excruciatingly painful bite came with something else, a gush of heat, a jackknifing.
 

He was orgasming, but it wasn’t like anything she’d felt before. It was like there was a limitless supply of semen inside of him, and he was filling her up, over and over again, both his cocks in her pussy.

And the weirdest part… She couldn’t stop coming, either.
 

He was as full inside of her as was physically possible, but she felt that warm, intoxicating heat going deeper.
 

He bit harder, but she wasn’t trying to get away. She wasn’t fighting him. All she felt was orgasm after orgasm, carrying his seed deep into her core.
 

Something nagged at her, an idea, a realization, but she couldn’t quite catch hold of it, because she was out of breath again.
 

Koenraad’s hands caught her face, and his touch had become gentle, or at least gentle compared to the last twenty minutes.

She raked her nails down his chest. She loved his kisses, but in a few seconds she would need air.

He locked his lips around hers and he breathed for her like it was the most important thing in the world.

And he kept breathing for her long after she needed him to.

His cocks were softening, and when he pulled them out, she felt like she was dying from grief.

Chapter 22

Koenraad carried Monroe back into the mansion.

She was soft and pliant in his arms. “I can walk,” she said.

But he didn’t want to put her down.
 

In fact, he wanted to keep her horizontal for as long as possible.

He carried her up to their bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. When she started to sit up, he pushed on her sternum until she relaxed flat.

Then he straddled her, his muscular thighs keeping her in place.

“What happened?” she asked. “That wasn’t like before.”

He shook his head.

“Then what was it?”

“You’re pregnant,” he said.

Both her eyebrows shot up. “I most certainly am not.”

“You are.”

“But I’ve been taking my pills.”

Yeah, he had a theory about that, one that hadn’t occurred to him until
after
he’d shoved both his cocks into her snug pussy. It was an instinctual, uncontrollable maneuver that had left him with considerable damage as well, but he’d healed.

As had she.

“How do you know?”

It would take him a long time to explain that, so he decided to simplify. “Because of what just happened out there,” he said. “Whatever’s going on with your blood must have screwed up the birth control.” He shook his head. “I had no idea.”

“How long have I been pregnant?”

“Not long.”

Understanding dawned in her eyes. “You’re saying that just now…”

He nodded, and she tried to sit up. He held her down. “You don’t want to do that,” he said. “If my semen spills out of you, it might trigger another round, and I’ve more than exhausted my ability to fight against it.”

“You were still in control out there?” she asked, shocked.

He nodded. “We shouldn’t go in the water again,” he said somberly.

A little shiver passed through her. “What would happen?”

“The worst of the first mating, but longer. Complete physical domination of your body. You wouldn’t enjoy it.”

“Don’t be so sure about that,” she murmured.

“It doesn’t matter because I won’t do it. No more water.”

Challenge flared in her pretty brown eyes, and heaven help him, it made him want to take her back to the lake immediately. It also made him want to put her across his lap and spank her soundly. The last thing he needed was her tempting him all the time.

He wished he hadn’t told her.
 

“I don’t understand about the pregnancy thing…”

He leaned over to kiss her. “To be clear,” he said, “one dick would have done the job. This is only happening because we’re mated. It’s the shifter way of ensuring that mated couples reproduce.”

Her gaze slipped down. “You’re hard,” she said.

He nodded.

“So my pills aren’t working, and I’m pregnant, and the mating thing means you want to keep fucking me.”

“Again and again.”

She digested this. “How do shifters deal with it?”

“Female shifters are strong,” he said apologetically. “And they’ve got teeth equal to a male’s.” He shook his head. “As long as your birth control pills were working, I didn’t think it’d be a problem.”

He fell onto the bed next to her. He kept one hand possessively across her chest so that she couldn’t get up. He
hated
that he’d turned into this, but it was bigger than him.

Nothing he could do about it.
 

He didn’t want her to be pregnant. He’d told Monroe that there wasn’t any greater chance of one of their children being like Brady, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t happen.

He was so lost in thought that when she slid a leg across his waist, he was startled.

“What are you doing?” he asked hoarsely as she struggled. He forced himself to remove his arm, and she straddled him.
 

She reached down between them to wrap her hand around one swollen cock. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but…”

“Nothing’s wrong with you,” he said. “You’re mated to a shifter, that’s all. You’re full of my come, and my come is full of hormones and aphrodisiacs—”

“Fuck me,” she said. She raked her nails down his chest. Then she leaned forward and bit him.

He grabbed his cocks and pressed them between her legs. For a moment, the two heads plumped her swollen entrance, and he winced at the memory of how roughly he’d fucked her.
 

At least he didn’t have spurs right now, but that wouldn’t be the case for long. Luckily she was slick with arousal, and his seed was gushing out, making her slippery.
 

He wasn’t halfway inside her before the spurs burst through his skin.

Monroe’s mouth and eyes went wide, and she arched her back, her stiffened nipples pointing high in the air, her breasts jiggling.

He flipped her onto her back. The urge to drag her to water was almost unbearably strong.

He pumped her full again.

No sooner had he pulled himself off her before his cocks were stiffening again. He knew for a fact that there wasn’t much left to give her, but that wasn’t the point. The idea was to keep the female on her back for the first twenty-four hours. A horny, lust-crazed male was the best insurance toward that end.

He could fight himself, though just barely. But Monroe wanted this, too, and as long as she kept her legs open, he’d keep pumping her full.

With a groan, he let his heavy cocks rest on her glistening pussy.
 

“More,” she whispered, and a shiver traveled through her body.

“Please,” he said, struggling, “stay still.”

With a wicked little smile, she flipped over and started to crawl away from him. His juice flowed down her soft thighs.

He didn’t even know what he was doing. He caught her ankle, dragged her to him, and forced her legs open. Already his cocks were thrusting forward, and he pinned her under his weight while he buried himself inside her.

She groaned and twisted underneath him.
 

They wouldn’t be getting back to Tureygua on schedule, that was certain.

At the moment, he didn’t care if he never went back.

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