Page 72 of Avaritia
“You better fuck me properly, Your Grace. You better pull my hair and wrap me in tentacles, and tell me I have a perfect greedy pussy. After you fuck my soul out of my body, then—and only then—you may resume being apologetic. But when we fuck, we fuck, you feel me? Because that’s what we both enjoy.”
My knot ached, desperate to be inside my mate.
“Are you sure, Verity? I don’t want… I don’t want you to think I don’t care for you.”
“You love me, and we both know it.” She dropped her foot back to the table, letting me admire her pretty, weeping pussy. “I want this. I love your roughness, I love all of you. No one makes me come like you do,” she added, all sultry desperation, knowing exactly how to manage me.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I growled, climbing over her body and entering her in one smooth thrust and groaning at the feel of her hot, clasping cunt around me, as well as the rush of power that accompanied it.
“Power up, then give me those tentacles,” Verity gasped, arching her back. “I want to feel you everywhere.”
I gritted my teeth, pleasure already tingling at the base of my spine, threatening to overwhelm me. No, not until Verity had come again. Not until I’d given her the shadow fucking she was asking for.
Yes. I would be calm and restrained. I would draw this out, and give Verity the hours of pleasure she deserved.
“Oh, I should probably mention that my birth control shot has worn off,” Verity added lightly. “If you come in me, there’s a very good chance I’ll end up pregnant.”
I sucked in a breath, my knot expanding with my lungs. “Is that something you would want?”
“That’s something I would want more than anything.” Verity’s smile was seductive and mischievous all at once, and any plans I’d had about making this last vanished from my brain.
The table creaked ominously beneath us as I started to move, my claws gouging deep lines into the wooden surface. If Verity conceived, I was going to have the table top mounted on the wall in our bedroom.
With a muffled shriek, Verity tightened around me and I pressed forward, lodging my knot into place as I filled her with my seed, trapping us together and hoping fervently that it would take. Just the idea of Verity round with my child had more cum spilling from my cock, a shiver of need running down my spine.
Whatever I had to do to make my mate and future children happy, I would do it. I would work side-by-side with my brothers. I would open every room of the manor for Verity’s enjoyment. Hire more staff to restore the home to its former glory. Wait on my love hand and foot.
Whatever it was she asked of me, it would be my honor to provide.
“I love you,” I murmured, gathering Verity up in my arms and rolling us so she could rest atop me. My purr immediately rumbled to life, the vibrations running through our bodies enhancing the feeling of being knotted together.
“I love you too,” Verity replied dazedly, snuggling into my chest. “And I always will.”
Epilogue
“Ican’t believe you’re working with the king,” Rainy muttered, kicking a rock out of the way as she accompanied Verity and I back to Lindow after a morning at the palace. Verity had thought it would be good for Rainy to come along and see the cordial relationship I had established with Allerick and Damen, that it might soothe some of her discomfort about the changed situation.
It had been a very optimistic notion that had all the appearances of a spectacular failure, though I suspected it had gone a lot further in changing Rainy’s opinion than she was letting on.
“You were not interested in the work we were doing?” I asked mildly, tucking Verity’s arm further into the crook of mine.
“No,” Rainy replied, far too quickly.
“My babies!” Mother cooed, throwing open the front doors of the manor, her arms outstretched as she waited for us to ascend the steps to the front porch. “Oh you’ve been gone for an age. I have been most discontent waiting for you to return!”
“You should have come with us,” Verity laughed, slipping out of my grip with distressing ease to embrace my mother. “I’m sure Orabelle would have loved to see you.”
My mother gave her a sly smile. “In truth, Orabelle finds me very grating. But so few people are willing to risk her wrath, I feel it is essential that I occasionally inflict my presence on her every now and again. It doesn’t do one good to be sheltered from everyone and everything that inconveniences them.”
Mother gave me an offensively pointed look at that.
“Is that why you’re here?” I asked.
“Theon,” Verity chided, swatting my arm affectionately. “He’s kidding.”
“I know,” Mother assured her, beaming at us. “For my grumpy, reticent son has developed quite the sense of humor since you appeared in his life. And my daughter,” she sighed, pulling a squirming Rainy into her embrace. “You’ve truly come into yourself in recent weeks.”
“Get off, Mother,” Rainy grumbled, though she wasn’t trying very hard to get away, and she stopped wriggling while Mother cooed over the sparkling decorations Verity had stuck to my sister’s claws.