Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Korrath seemed to take her unspoken submission as an invitation. His pumping inside her grew harder…faster…until with a deep, savage thrust, he pushed into her and she felt the thick knot slip past her stretched entrance. At the same time, it felt as though a second set of lips opened inside her, sucking the broad head of his cock deeper than she’d thought was possible.
Miranda had never been so deeply penetrated in her life—her whole body ached with it, but it was a deep, pleasurable ache that made her want even more.
“Oh…Oh God,” she panted. “It…it’s so big! I can feel you all the way inside me!”
“That’s the head of my cock planted inside your womb, lovely one,” he growled, holding her steady as his knot locked them together. “It often happens when a Monstrum knots his mate. You’re being such a good girl, taking me so deep inside…taking my knot in your sweet little pussy. Soon I’m going to flood you with my cum.”
Miranda moaned, her fingers clutching the bedspread as she fought to stay upright instead of collapsing onto the bed. Her pussy clenched wildly around him…and that was when the pleasure spines activated.
The tiny hairs along the sides of his massive shaft lifted, pricking her sensitive walls as they released his Bonding fluid. It wasn’t pain—just a sharp sting that instantly bloomed into overwhelming ecstasy.
Oh God! OhGod-OhGod-OhGod!
Miranda bit down on her fist to keep from screaming loud enough for the whole wedding party to hear. Her orgasm ripped through her like lightning, making her whole body spasm and convulse around his thick cock.
“Yes,” Korrath growled, his hips driving hard as he ground himself even deeper into her. “Come on my knot, Miranda. Milk it. Show me how hungry your cunt is for me.”
She moaned his name again and again, vision going white as pleasure consumed her. She’d never come this hard in her life, and her whole body felt like it was clenching at the same time.
Then she felt him swell even bigger inside her—impossibly big—and a rush of hot, thick seed gushed into her womb, flooding her, filling her so much she thought she might burst. She could actually feel her belly bulging with it as he filled her over and over with his cream.
“Oh God, oh God, I can’t—” she thought deliriously. “It feels too good—too much…think I’m going to faint!”
And then, over the roar of her own orgasm, she heard his deep, purring voice inside her head for the first time.
“You’d better not faint, lovely one. If you do, I’ll have to take you to a medical facility, and then all your family will know exactly what we’ve been doing—if they haven’t guessed already.”
Her eyes flew open, her whole body trembling, tears spilling from her eyes with the sheer intensity of the moment. Korrath was in her mind!
“That’s right, lovely one,” she heard him send through their new link. “I can speak into your mind because we are Bonded. You are mine and I am your now. Forever.”
37
MIRANDA
Miranda’s head was still swimming when the reality of it hit her: a voice—his voice—was inside her head. And that somehow meant they were Bonded.
She froze on the edge of the bed, fingers curled into the soft green coverlet, heart pounding a staccato rhythm of shock and something like awe.
Korrath’s breathing was heavy behind her—she could feel the slow rise and fall of his breath through the press of his body. He was so close—still filling her—and now his presence thrummed inside her in a way that went beyond mere touch.
“This is part of bonding—being able to communicate with our minds,” he sent, the thought washing over her like warm cream.
It wasn’t sound…it wasn’t quite speech—it was more like a feeling. It was the way she sometimes remembered lines of poetry…immediate and intimate, curling straight into the center of her.
Miranda’s throat worked. She had to try. She focused, clumsy and astonished, and let the thought tumble out, tentative as a whisper.
“All right—can you hear me too?” she sent through the new mental channel.
“Yes. I can—your voice is so sweet inside me,” he answered, and the sensation of him hearing her words—not spoken aloud but felt—made her knees go a little weak.
She shifted her hips and caught herself. They were still joined—his knot still locked inside her, which made movement feel strange and difficult. She was about to ask how long before she could move freely when a knock came on the door—loud, familiar, and disastrously domestic.
“Miranda—are you in there? Everyone is downstairs—we need to cut the cake!” came her sister Susan’s voice, edged with the kind of impatient cheer that made her stomach flip.
“I’ll be there in a minute!” Miranda called aloud, scrambling for cover as her cheeks flamed. “I…I spilled something on my dress and had to change.” To Korrath, she thought,