Page 22 of Stolen By the Submarine
The band around my chest loosens.
“I love you, Port. Forgive me?”
My mind splinters. Relief gathers my thoughts and I suck down a breath to offer her a deep purr.
“I’ll forgive you this time, but don’t doubt me again, or I may rut you so hard neither of us recovers. Even the devil himself has limits, my little fallen angel,” I snarl before dropping my face to hers.
I consume her mouth with the passion roaring through me, but when she rubs her thighs together and her scent thickens in the air, I snatch her off the ground and stomp toward our den.
I must please and pamper my pregnant omega. She’ll require my seed day and night for the next few weeks, otherwise our offspring will consume her from the inside out.
Today marks the beginning of our future. With no misunderstandings between us, we drop into our filthy nest and explore each other anew. As we bask in our joining, our bond glows with joy and satisfaction.
This ethereal beauty is mine. Mine to cherish. Mine to hurt. Mine to love.
For years to come, she’ll carry my offspring in her womb. She’ll nurture our babes in her arms, smother them with her love, and give them a safe place to grow before they leave the nest to find their own way in the world.
She’s the center of my universe. My purpose for living. The bearer of my future.
My angel. My omega. My Coral.
Mine.
Forever.
