Page 91 of Prey

Nikolai’s mouth works against me, his tongue tracing patterns that make my thighs tremble. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he devours me. The mirrors above reflect our bodies—me sprawled across the breeding bench, him kneeling between my spread legs like he’s worshipping at an altar.

“Good morning, baby.” His voice rumbles against my sensitive flesh. “You taste like mine.”

My fingers clench in the restraints. “Nik?—”

He circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, then sucks hard enough to make me cry out. The sound echoes in the mirrored room, multiplied into a chorus of desperate need.

“That’s it. Let me hear you.” He slides two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that spot that makes my vision blur. “You’re already so wet for me.”

I’m caught between sleep and sensation, my body responding before my mind can catch up. He eats me so fucking well, alternating between gentle licks and demanding pressure until I’m shaking.

“Please.” I don’t know what I’m begging for.

“Come for me first.” His fingers pump faster while his mouth latches onto my clit. “Give me what’s mine.”

The orgasm crashes through me, my back bowing as I scream his name. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t give me time to recover before he’s building me up again.

“Nikolai, I can’t?—”

“You can. You will.” His tongue flicks against me relentlessly. “I want three before I fuck you.”

My hands grip the edges of the bench as he drags me toward the second peak. The overstimulation borders on torture, every nerve ending on fire. When I come again, tears leak from the corners of my eyes.

“Beautiful.” He presses kisses to my inner thighs. “One more, baby. Show me how much you need this.”

The third orgasm builds slower, deeper. He uses his whole mouth now, sucking and licking while his fingers work inside me. When it hits, I shatter, my whole body trembling with the force of it as I squirt into his mouth.

Nikolai rises between my legs, his cock hard and ready. His face glistens with my arousal. “Look at yourself.”

I glance up at the mirrors, seeing my flushed skin, my swollen lips parted as I pant. My legs are spread wide, my pussy glistening and ready for him.

“You look like you’re made for this.” He positions himself at my entrance. “Made to be bred.”

He pushes inside slowly, letting me feel every inch as he fills me. I’m so sensitive from the orgasms that even his gentle penetration makes me whimper.

“So tight. So perfect.” He bottoms out, his piercing pressing against my cervix. “Can you feel how deep I am? How fully I own you?”

I nod, unable to form words.

“When you’re pregnant, when your belly is round with my baby, I’ll still fuck you like this.” He starts to move, long, slow strokes that make my toes curl. “You’ll be even more beautiful than I believed possible. Even more mine.”

The fantasy shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. The image of myself, heavy with his child, still spread beneath him, still taking everything he gives me.

“Tell me you want it.” His thrusts grow harder. “Tell me you want to carry my baby.”

“I want it.” The words tumble out between gasps. “I want your baby, Nik. Want you to fill me up.”

He groans. “That’s my girl. My perfect little breeder.”

But then his expression shifts. A darkness I haven’t seen before.

“You know what else I want?” His voice drops to a whisper.

I shake my head.

“I want you to fight me.” He goes still inside me. “Really fight. Use a safe word if you need me to stop, but otherwise…” His smile turns predatory. “Try to get away from me.”

My pulse spikes. “What?”