Page 7 of My Treasure
“We’re fulfilling our purpose, my love. The lust we feel, the passion… I’m yours, and you’re mine. You need my knot inside you, and I need to feel your warmth and breathe your scent when you come for me. I’ll never touch anybody else—I’ll forever want you. Our bodies are tied together, and our minds are creating an unbreakable bond.”
“Unbreakable bond,” he echoed, searching my face.
“That’s how our kind mate.”
“Your kind? Who… what are you?”
“Ourkind, Gillam. You and me, and others like us. I’ll show you soon.”
His eyebrows drew together in confusion, and I smiled.
“Do you trust me?”
He nodded without hesitation.
“I need you to be patient, love. Soon. Can you wait just a few more days for an explanation?”
Nodding again, he stroked my jaw. “You wouldn’t hurt me or lie to me,” he said with conviction.
“No, I could never do that. You’re my everything, Gillam.”
I needed the bond to grow a little stronger. I didn’t want to frighten him by showing him my other form too soon.
“For now, simply feel. I’ll bring you pleasure. Endless pleasure.”
He hummed when I rolled my hips.
“Oh please. Yes.”
5
GILLAM
I could have beenangry and scared. A stranger took me and claimed me when I was most vulnerable. In heat and on the run, I was at his mercy—whoever he was. And I sensed that Fergus wasn’t a regular alpha. He was… something other. His scent wasn’t human, nor were his eyes, and his body looked godlike, like the marble statues at my father’s palace, with chiseled muscles and impeccable features. He was taller than any man I’d ever met.
Naked and helpless in the arms of an unknown creature, I could have been terrified. But my passion for him surpassed any fear or doubt.
Now all I felt was calm contentment, at peace with my fate. I belonged to Fergus, meant to be his forever. I was put on Earth for him, and an invisible bond tied me to him, so powerful, I’d die if it ever broke. I knew him in my heart and recognized him from my dreams. He was my true mate, and with every breath I’d take, I’d love him more. The simple truth seemed to be etched into my very bones.
He remained inside me, rocking our bodies, and the wonderful feeling lingered in my underbelly, my cock, and my hole. The need to be joined with him overshadowed everything else—just like what my tutor told me heat would feel like.
I shifted, wanting to feel his knot move. He must have known what I needed because he began thrusting gently. My hole was already overfull with wetness from my peaks and his seed, and all the liquid squelched and trickled out around his pumping knot. It occurred to me that I should feel dirty and guilty.
But I wanted more. More kisses, more of his cock, more cum… more of him. Warmth spilled around my middle, and I writhed under him, the need rising even higher.
“Deeper,” I pleaded, and he indulged me, pushing the swollen knot into me harder than ever.
“You’re perfect, my little mate. I’ve waited for you for decades, but you’re worth every hour of that endless searching. You are flawless.”
“It feels good. So good inside me.”
“Of course it does. You’ve been made for my cock.”
Made for his cock… oh yes.
“Please, don’t stop! Please!”
Growling, he sped up his thrusts, and I wailed. His cockhead kissed a spot in my very center, sending flurries of euphoria through my body and mind. I was so grateful to him. I wanted to give him more, to offer something in return for the joy he brought me. I wanted to give him all of myself. I could barely form words but I needed to tell him.
