Bred by the King (Breeding Season 4)

He turned his head when a door creaked. Ashley stepped inside from the balcony. “Draven, where were you?”

“Sorry, baby. Did I wake you? Are you okay?”

“You weren’t in the bed, and I got scared.” A distant rumble in the sky punctuated her words.

“The

storm’s heading away from us now. Everything will be okay. Nothing to worry about.” He approached her, realizing she was naked when he got close enough. The shadows highlighted her lush curves and also the fear in her eyes. “No need to be afraid.”

He kept scanning the dim room, wondering who had tried to get in. Were they trying to kill him or steal his woman?

She rested her head on his chest, and he stroked her hair. It felt right to have someone to be responsible for, someone to love, a person to make life worth living. He wondered how long it would take until she became ripe with his child. She was proven and marked as a fertile, and all his. Before long, she’d be pregnant. That’s if everything was working with him. He began to wonder.

“Let’s get back to bed,” he said.

He stripped out of his clothes, and together they crawled back into their nest of blankets. Her little hand ran up his chest as she cuddled up close. “I heard the door close behind you. That’s what woke me,” she said. “The first thing that went to my head was wondering if you had another woman. Stupid I know.”

Draven shook his head. “There will never be anyone else. I may not be a good man, but I’m loyal. Never doubt that, Ash.”

She snickered.

“What is it?”

“I haven’t heard that name since high school.” Ashley sighed. “It seems like a lifetime ago.”

“Do you like it? The nickname, I mean.”

“I do … especially the way you say it.” Her fingers trailed higher until they lingered on his cheek. Her desire sparked in the air, and he couldn’t resist. Draven leaned up on an elbow and kissed her in the quiet hush of his bedroom.

Just the two of them.

Just this moment.

Nothing else was a guarantee.

****

Ashley had very little anchoring her in this new, volatile world. Draven had quickly become her rock. He made her feel safe and loved, and any time away from him made her anxiety rise. She knew he’d protect her from anything.

She’d been worried after he left in the night, her imagination getting the better of her. Having him back, feeling his hot body close to hers, filled her with a unique peace and security. And her hunger for him was difficult to rein in. There was something about him—his rich scent, the hardness of his muscles, the mature scruff on his face, and the fact he was king. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly what made him so irresistible, but she couldn’t keep her hands to herself.

And she craved him again and again. She wanted to give him everything, to make him feel the same security she felt with him.

She didn’t regret giving him her virginity.

Ashley wanted to give him the heir and family she knew he craved. Was it so wrong to want a happily ever after in such a twisted world? Was it selfish to want to raise a child in such uncertain times?

“Ash…” He kissed down her neck, her body sparking to life. Nothing seemed to matter when he touched her. He brought her out of reality to that perfect place where just the two of them existed. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his scruff against her skin. His soft touch made her skin break out in gooseflesh.

She parted her thighs without being asked, her pussy already wet and aching. Sex was such an easy escape, and Ashley could see how easy it would be to become addicted. “I need you,” she said. Her voice sounded too loud in the silent room. Only the distant sound of the retreating storm broke the hush.

“I’ll never say no to you, baby.” He ran the backs of his fingers along her soft inner thigh, so close to where she needed him. She was already naked, and for the first time, she felt comfortable in her skin. Draven loved her big tits and every rounded curve. “Tell me what you want.”

She licked her lips, her heart racing. “I want you to fill me with your seed.”

He groaned, leaning over to kiss her mound.

Ashley gasped, squeezing the sheets in a fist.