by Piper Stone
I slid my hand over his shoulder, tangling my fingers in his long hair. I was insatiable with need, my hunger unbridled. “Fuck me,” I whispered.
“Oh, I will, but that won’t get you out of your spanking.” He pulled away, pointing to the group of bushes. “Pick or I’ll select one you won’t soon forget.”
I gave him a pouting look before moving toward the gangly bushes, trying my best to select one that wouldn’t require me sitting so tenderly for a full day. When I pointed, he laughed, yanking on the larger one next to it.
“Nice try, my little mate.” With another long and slow growl, he allowed his beast to surface just enough until claws broke through the tips of his fingers, scraping away the light bark and exposing the green twig of birch underneath.
I shuddered and took several steps away, prepared to launch into the woods, racing into the forest. When he grabbed me by the wrist, yanking me down to the soft earth and onto all fours, I whimpered to try to garner sympathy.
“You’re such a bad girl. I won’t be gentle tonight. You need to be taught a lesson.” Luca wasted no time, slicing the switch across my bottom.
“Ouch. That hurts!”
He breathed a swath of hot air across my back and slid his finger into the crack of my ass. “Be careful or I’ll spank that puckered asshole of yours.”
“No, sir. No.”
“Then stay in position.”
I closed my eyes and dug my fingers into the dirt, arching my back as he brought the switch down several times, the sting turning into anguish. My beast snarled from deep within and for a few seconds, I felt the earth rumble beneath me. I’d yet to be able to control her, the wild lioness hungry to remain in the world.
But I wasn’t ready to give up being human.
I closed my eyes as the punishment continued, the swishing sound as he smacked my upper thighs several times lingering in my ears.
“Obedience, my mate. One day, you will learn,” he muttered then issued six more in rapid succession.
The anguish was almost blinding but even within the round of pain, I fell into a sweet moment of bliss, my entire body shaking from the lust wrapping around every muscle. I had no way of knowing how long the switching lasted, but as he rolled the tips of his fingers down my spine, I trembled visibly.
Luca leaned over, his words like warm velvet crushing over me. “Are you wet for me, my mate?”
“Yes. Yes, sir.” I opened my legs wider, panting as he teased my labia, swirling the tips of his fingers, darting them inside only once. I bucked, rocking backward in an effort to have him shove the long digits deep inside. The scent of my juice floated between us, musky and rippling with desire.
“You are wet and very hungry.” He pinched my clit then released several times until I cried out, then finally plunged several fingers past my swollen folds.
“Yes. Yes!” I tossed my head back and forth as he drove deep inside, flexing and curling his fingers until I was crazed from the sensations, the white-hot heat searing every nerve ending. I became the beast in human form, riding his fingers as he drove into my tight channel, my muscles clamping down.
“So tight. I think you hunger for my cock.”
“Yes. Please.”
“Not tonight, little girl,” he breathed and continued thrusting in a crazed manner, plunging harder and faster. “Come for me, my mate. Come on my fingers.”
No longer able to focus, I clenched my eyes closed, issuing several growls of my own. The dazzling sensations were overpowering, leaving me wet and shaking. I knew I couldn’t hold back for long.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” My moans were scattered, floating toward the tree line, my heart hammering against my chest. As he rocked me, the force used pushing me closer toward the ground, I could no longer hold back. The climax smashed into me, every blood cell exploding as he pumped harder and faster.
“That’s it. Come again,” he commanded.
“Yes. Yes. Yes!” Another wave swept over me and I tipped my head back and roared.
He continued pumping until I stopped shaking, chuckling darkly as he shifted his cum-soaked fingers to my asshole. There was no hesitation. He slid two fingers into my dark hole, pushing past the ring of muscle.
“Oh, God. Oh...” I slapped my hand against the ground, biting back a scream as the pain soared through me.
“My tight little girl. Perfect,” Luca’s voice echoed, creating another wave of desire as he pumped several times.
But I knew his hunger was too great.
Within seconds, he slipped his cockhead to my asshole, pushing until the tip was just inside. “Now, I take your beautiful ass.” He gripped my hips, driving in an inch at a time, forcing my muscles to expand, to accept his thick, amazing cock.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” Every breath sound I made was matched by his growls as he took me, thrusting brutally. I was on fire, barely able to breathe as he powered into me, each thrust harder than the one before.
His breathing ragged, his body was shaking as he fucked me like the savage he was.
And I loved every second of it.
When he fisted my hair, yanking as he held me down, I knew he was close to coming. As I slowly began to squeeze my muscles, I heard the sound of his beast just breaching the surface once again. The second he erupted deep inside, all I could do was smile.
Love.
There was such a thing between man and beast, true love.
As he lowered his body, draping his arms over my rounded belly, I could hear his soft words, ones that I wasn’t certain I should hear.
“I love you, both of you and I will die to protect you.”
* * *
Luca
“Jesus Christ, Luca. Will you freaking stop pacing?” Jonas asked, laughing when I gave him a nasty glare.
“Why don’t you get the fuck out of here?” I asked, half joking. I couldn’t stop pacing, my heart thudding to the point I was afraid I’d have a heart attack.
“And miss all the fun? Not a chance.” Jonas moved toward the bar and I watched as he poured three glasses of scotch, mumbling under his breath the entire time.
“He’s been acting so strangely lately,” Brandon teased.
“Very funny,” I growled.
I knew what both wanted to say, the same thing I’d heard from Kane and Ranger for two solid days. Everything was going to be all right. I was acting like some lovesick fool. Maybe so, but in the five months since the fall of the commander’s ridiculous scheme, the entire country remained on edge. While the Breeds were happy with their new freedom, there was so much damn tension with the humans, although we’d all seen some headway during the last month.
Jonas sauntered toward me, shoving a drink in my hand, offering Brandon another. “You’re not saying no to this or to the elephant in the room.”
“What?”
“An old expression.”
“Uh-huh. You’ve been hanging around the friend of my mate’s too often. What’s her name?” I asked, teasing him.
“You know her name, asshole. It’s Emily. Doesn’t it just roll off your tongue?” He closed his eyes, a smile crossing his face.
“Set a wedding date yet or just fucking her every chance you get?”
“The latter,” he said, laughing. “She is one amazing woman.”
“I thought we weren’t allowed to be with humans,” Brandon teased. “Stop being so worried.”
Easier said than done.
I shook my head before taking a sip of the scotch. Maybe they were both correct and everything would be all right. Sadly, there was no way of knowing for certain. Not until...
My brain couldn’t wrap around what was happening or the possibilities that things could go terribly wrong. I held the glass to my head, trying to take deep breaths.
“You heard what the doctor said. The chances are ninety-one percent in our favor,” Jonas said quietly as he gripped my shoulder.
“Dr. Wycliff is a scientist and she’s here because she wants something,” I retort
ed, even raising my voice while I darted a look at the bedroom door.
“Luca, you know why this has to occur. We’ve been through this a thousand times. This is exactly what that lovely mate of yours wants,” Brandon added.
“Maybe. But she’s half out of her mind at this point. You’ve seen how sick she’s been.”
Jonas rolled his eyes. “That’s normal. Okay? Geez.”
I glared at the door, growling several times. “I need to go in there.” The second I headed in the direction of the room, he yanked my arm.
“Not so fast, buddy. You’re not disturbing them. Not yet. Okay? Now, drink your scotch like a good king.”
This time, I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re right.”
“I’m always right.”
“When this is all over...” Grinning, I lifted a single eyebrow.
The door was opened, Dr. Wycliff easing into the living room. “She’s asking for you.”
The look on her face drove rage into my system. The decision had been made not to go to a hospital. The entire project had remained a secret from the other experts and the entire human population on request of the president. While the man had spared no expense at providing top-notch medical and science equipment, turning two rooms in my house into a basic lab, I still felt uncomfortable as fuck.
I tossed the remainder of the scotch into my mouth, barely getting the glass into Jonas’ hands.
“Good luck, my king,” he said quietly.
“Give her our best,” Brandon offered.
When I walked inside, the sound of the various machines was disturbing as hell. I couldn’t take a deep breath, my hands clammy.
“It’s okay, Luca. You can come over here,” Dr. Wycliff encouraged.
I wiped my hands on my pants before heading to the bed, gazing down at my beautiful mate. She was so fucking pale, her entire face shimmering from perspiration. “What have I done?”
Clarise opened her eyes, giving me a wry smile. “Did you think I was asleep, my king?”
Shuddering, I allowed my beast to surface, my eyes glaring down at her. “You’re going to get it after this.”
Dr. Wycliff laughed as she moved to the end of the bed. “Mr. Jaxon, you worry too much. Please come here.”
I gave Clarise another stern look before moving to the end of the bed. There was no way to express the way I felt, my heart racing and my mind so damn foggy.
“I wanted you to be here for the birth of your son,” the doctor whispered. “Push one more time.”
As Clarise followed the doctor’s instructions, she tipped her head back and moaned, her hands fisting. “Ahhhh!”
A tiny cry had never sounded so big and bold. I stood in awe for several seconds as my son was born, fighting from the second he was placed in a towel. “Feisty,” I whispered.
“Just like his father,” Clarise mused.
“Perfect,” Dr. Wycliff said as she eased the baby into her hands. “From what I can tell, ten little fingers and toes.”
In all my years of being king, I truly thought I would never have a child, let alone a son. As the doctor rubbed his little body, brushing a towel over his skin, I glanced at my beautiful mate.
“He is perfect,” I managed, trying to control my breathing. And very human.
“Just like his father, the king,” Clarise said, her eyes shining brightly.
Whether or not the little boy could shift would remain to be seen, but mother and child were alive. That’s all that mattered.
As the doctor placed our son into Clarise’s arms, I knew exactly what to expect next. While I was angry from the knowledge that it was only our son who had the capabilities of healing the human race, of potentially altering the course of the Breeds in the future, I held back my reservations.
Seeing the small syringe in the doctor’s hand was almost too much to bear. A growl pushed up from my throat.
Clarise reached out, her eyes imploring. “This has to be done, Luca. You know that. Come and be with your son. Our son.”
The little boy had yet to open his eyes. Another rush of fear pulsed through me as the doctor extracted a vial of blood, immediately backing away.
“Luca,” Clarise encouraged yet I waited until the doctor walked away before advancing, moving my finger over the little boy’s fingers. When he wrapped all five tiny fingers around mine, I wasn’t certain I was worthy of such an amazing gift.
“This will only take a few minutes. Then we will know for certain,” the doctor commented before moving into the shadows.
“Meet your son, King Luca. Prince Rory Franklin Jaxon,” she whispered, tickling the little boy under the chin.
A slight giggle slipped from Rory’s mouth just before he opened his eyes.
Eyes of a warrior.
Eyes of a champion.
Eyes of a lion.
* * *
Four weeks later
I stood behind Clarise, Rory sleeping in her arms as the president approached the podium. There were thousands of humans as well as Breeds in the audience, the vibe edgy yet curious. While I remained cautious about the future, I knew it was one that would be filled with the love and joy of sharing a family.
One I never expected to have.
The news had leaked regarding the demise of humanity, setting the stage for brutal conflicts, little hope remaining. This was the only hope at quieting the fears.
“I love you,” Clarise whispered as she gripped my hand. “Whatever happens, we will face it together.”
“Yes. Together. For no man or monster will ever try and tear us apart again.”
“Remember, my mate, your son will be the next king,” she whispered.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the president of the United States.”
There would always be an innate fear remaining deep within me, the kind that kept my lion close to the surface. While I would always be the king of the jungle, my son would eventually take my place.
Then the beasts would rise again, taking back their rightful place.
No longer as humans, but with a better understanding of peace.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I stand here today as your president to announce that experts in the field of DNA evolution have been able to find the solution to the certain annihilation of the human race as well as a reverse evolution within every breed. Soon, we will no longer fear our demise. Soon, Breeds will be able to shift to their natural form, reclaiming what was stolen from them decades before. It is my honor to tell you that after years of research and experimentation, a serum has been found.”
As the president turned to face us, offering a military salute, the crowd cheered.
And in those incredible seconds, Rory, prince of the jungle, roared for the first time.
The End
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