I'm not sure if this is going to be a stand alone story or a series of different stories just yet.
Luca and Leif have only ever had each other. Both orphaned as babies and know nothing of their parents. All they know is twin equals safety.
Micah and...
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With each thrust his words echo in me. Why would I...love a beast?
"Alpha!" He moans in pleasure bringing my mind back from elsewhere.
"Am I hurting you?"
"No alpha. Give me more or your cum."
"Hmm." I hum. I have been trying but I can't. Everytime I'm close his words repeat and I struggle to keep my erection.
"Alpha, what is it?" He asks as he takes hold of my face to hold my gaze.
It's never been so hard to look at him. "I feel sick I suppose."
"He leans forward and places gentle kisses on my temple, nose, and lips. Their so tender my shattered heart aches.
"Give me your seed alpha." He says as he rolls his hips. I wrap my fingers around his throat to hold his attention.
"Why?" I ask desperately.
"So I may bare you an heir." He replies.
"Why..if you don't love me?"
"Don't be silly. Of course I love you. I have always loved you my King." He replies and I'm more confused than ever.
During Heat and Rut it's not uncommon to lose control. Say things..but can he be lying?
"Who do you love?" I ask.
"You of course."
"Say my name Dion."
"Kingston, my fated alpha. Gifted from the goddess. My king, my all." He says before placing a hand on my cheek and guiding us into a kiss.
A kiss so earth shatteringly perfect I melt into his curvy soft body. I lose myself in him, each of my thrust desperate and needy.
"Yes, My king!" He moans freely.
"Say my name." I beg.
"Kingston....my Alpha...fill me my love." He moans, tipping my pleasure so intensely I pound hard against his womb and cum with abandon.
He arches into me, milking our pleasure as we cum together. My mind melts allowing his pheromones to wrap around me like a shroud of perfect love and lust. The moment is so beyond consummate I lose my self in time and presence and when I'm returned I realize I've knotted him.
"Fuck!" I snap as I attempt to reach for the bell on the nightstand.
"No!" Dion snaps as he takes hold of my wrist pulling it back.
"You don't know what you're saying! Dion I've knotted you, we're stuck." I explain in panic and he giggles most adorably.
"Look." He says as he moves both of his hands and places them on his tummy.
