Breeder To The Brutal Alpha King

​REBECCA’S POV

​His mouth was hot and wet around my nipple, sucking slow and deep like he was starving for the taste of me. A low groan rumbled in his chest as he licked and pulled, his tongue swirling over the stiff peak until my back arched off the bed without me meaning to. My fingers stayed tangled in his thick, dark hair, holding him there even as my mind felt far away, floating in that strange, numb place.

​”Helen...” he whispered against my skin, his voice rough with whiskey and desire. He moved to my other breast, giving it the same slow, hungry attention, sucking harder now while his big hand kneaded the first one, his thumb brushing over the wet tip.

​I bit my lip, a soft, shaky sound slipping out. My body was starting to wake up even if my heart stayed quiet. This was the terrifying part—the betrayal of my own flesh. I was supposed to be a blank slate, an empty vessel enduring his hatred, but the agonizing slowness of his lips was pulling a response from me that I couldn’t control. Heat pooled low in my belly as he kissed down my stomach, his stubble scraping lightly. He pushed my thin dress up to my waist with rough but careful hands, spreading my thighs open wide.

​Kaden stared down between my legs for a long moment, breathing hard. His green eyes were dark and glassy.

​”So fucking perfect,” he muttered, like he was talking to a dream. He lowered his head and dragged his tongue up my pussy in one long, slow lick.

​I gasped, my hips twitching violently against the mattress. A sudden, overwhelming shock ran straight up my spine. My pussy had never been touched like this before. During those first two brutal nights, he had simply ripped into me, using my body as a tool for his vengeance. He had never used his mouth. He had never lowered his royal head between my thighs. The sheer intimacy of it felt like a brand, a completely new kind of vulnerability that left me entirely exposed.

​He did it again, slower, licking through my folds like he wanted to memorize the taste. His tongue circled my clit, then sucked it gently between his lips, groaning like my wetness was the best thing he’d ever had. He ate me like that for what felt like forever—long, wet strokes of his tongue, sucking softly, pushing his tongue inside me and fucking me with it in slow thrusts.

​My thighs started shaking around his head. The unwanted pleasure was building up so fast it made me panic. I wanted to cry out for him to stop, to remind him that I was the monster he hated, but my throat was tight. The ache between my legs grew heavier, wetter. I could hear how slick I was every time his tongue moved, a sound that made shame burn hot in my chest even as my hips began to unconsciously follow the rhythm of his mouth.

​He finally pulled back, his chin shiny with my juices. He climbed up my body, kissing me deep so I could taste myself on his tongue. While he kissed me, I felt his hand between us, shoving his pants down. His thick, heavy cock sprang free, burning hot against my thigh.

​Kaden looked down at me with so much love and pain in his eyes it made my chest hurt.

​”I need you, my love,” he breathed. ”Need to be inside you.”

​He gripped his cock and rubbed the fat head up and down my pussy, coating it in my wetness. Then he pushed forward.

​I moaned as he stretched me open, inch by thick inch. He went slow, so slow, letting me feel every vein and ridge as he sank into my tight heat. Even drunk and broken, he was careful, groaning deep in his throat the whole time until his hips pressed flush against mine and his cock was buried to the hilt inside me.

​”Fuck... so tight,” he rasped, his forehead dropping to mine. ”You feel so good, Helen.”

​He started moving. Long, deep strokes that dragged his cock almost all the way out before sliding back in, filling me completely every time. The wet sound of his cock pumping into my pussy filled the quiet room. He fucked me slow and raw, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, grinding against my clit with every thrust.

​My hands slid down his back, feeling his muscles flex under my palms. He kissed me again, messy and desperate, while his cock kept stroking deep inside me. The heat built higher, my pussy clenching around his thickness.

​It was a beautiful, agonizing torture. Every deep, deliberate slide of his length inside me was a reminder of what I actually was to him—a slave, a substitute for a dead woman. Yet, the unbidden pleasure kept mounting, thick and unstoppable, forcing its way through the numbness until my whole body hummed with a desperate, shameful need to feel his friction against my center.

​Kaden’s breathing grew ragged. His thrusts got a little harder, a little deeper, but still tender. He hooked one of my legs over his arm, opening me wider so he could sink even further.

​”I love you,” he whispered brokenly against my mouth. ”Don’t ever leave me again.”

​Tears stung my eyes, but I didn’t speak. I just held onto him as pleasure started to crash over me. My pussy fluttered and squeezed around his cock, and I came with a soft, trembling cry, soaking his thick length. My body completely surrendered to the sensation, milking him, trapping him inside my pulsing walls as the waves of the climax broke through my defenses.

​Feeling me cum made him lose control. His hips snapped forward faster, chasing his own release. He buried his face in my neck, groaning loud and desperate.

​”Helen... fuck—I’m gonna cum inside you.”

​His cock swelled even thicker, pulsing hard. With one final deep thrust, he pushed all the way in and stayed there, his heavy balls tight against me as he started to cum. Hot, thick spurts of his seed flooded my pussy, filling me so full I could feel my belly swell slightly with every pump. He kept grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed inside me, groaning my—her—name like a prayer while his cock jerked and emptied.

​He stayed buried inside me long after, breathing hard, his big body trembling as he held me close. His cum was leaking slowly around his cock, warm and sticky between my thighs.

​I stared at the ceiling, heart pounding, feeling completely full of the Alpha King’s release... while he still whispered soft love words to a ghost.

​Kaden stayed buried deep inside my pussy, his thick cock twitching with the last weak spurts as he held me like I was the most precious thing in his world. His heavy body pressed me into the mattress, but it wasn’t crushing this time. It felt... protective. Almost safe.