Devoured

by Callie Wild

  “Heath, we’re going to have a baby.” She began to rotate her hips, counter to his own, giving him the most unbelievable sensation as the head of his cock pressed against the walls of her pussy.

  “That’s okay with me, but I’ll get a condom if you want.” He moved faster, deeper, praying she wouldn’t want him to get a condom. This felt too unbelievable. He didn’t want to stop, and if she were to get knocked up, he would be the happiest man in the kingdom.

  “No, I—”

  “Oh good, baby, because I really don’t want to stop. I love you. I want you to have my baby. God, you feel so good.” He reached up to roll her nipples with his right hand, feeling her start to tense beneath him as he pinched and plucked at the tips.

  “No, Heath, I mean…I’m already…pregnant! God, oh God, I’m coming,” she cried out beneath him as he pumped into her clenching walls, her hot, wet, pussy contracting around him, making him come harder than he ever had before, even harder than that first night.

  Which he honestly hadn’t thought was possible—she’d been so hot that night, waking him up seconds away from the main event.

  “Shit!” he shouted as his spilled himself inside her. His balls, his cock, his entire being felt profoundly sated, elated, ready to take on the world.

  “Shit?” she repeated a few seconds later when he had collapsed on top of her, relishing the feel of her nails skimming up and down his back.

  “Not what I meant to say. Are you two okay under there?” He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her to him, smiling as he buried his face in her neck. She smelled a little sweaty and completely sexy and just her scent was enough to make him hard again.

  “I’m fine. We’re fine.” She laughed and kissed his neck.

  “You’re four months pregnant?” He pulled back to look at the face that was definitely not as plush as he remembered. “How come you look so skinny?”

  “I’m not skinny, I’m still a size fourteen,” she said with a smile and a roll of her eyes.

  “You were perfect before,” Heath said. “Is the baby okay with you being all skinny?”

  “The baby’s fine. He seems to be developing completely normally according to—”

  “He? We’re going to have a boy?” Heath asked, even more amazed that this miracle had a sex. A boy.

  Good. He didn’t want to have to worry about any boys laying hands on his little girl.

  Though he supposed he’d have to worry about Gretel if Bella was telling the truth about wanting him for the foreseeable future.

  “The first Quinn boy in over three hundred years,” Bella said with a smile. “It was the last thing I needed to convince me that the curse is really broken… Um…is that—”

  “Yeah, my cock is hard again. I’m sorry. You’re just so fucking beautiful and you’re having my baby and I guess I’m weird because it makes me hard,” Heath said, feeling a little teary as he started to slowly thrust in and out of his beautiful, perfect girl.

  He still couldn’t believe that she was his, that they and their baby and the two kids he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about for months were going to be a family. Call him a sap, but he’d always wanted a family, a family just like this one with a bunch of misfits and some things that weren’t planned, but were even better for being surprises.

  “You don’t have to be sorry.” She was teary herself, he was glad to see. “You make me hard too.”

  “You mean I make your cunt dripping wet.”

  “Don’t call it a cunt.” She slapped him on his ass, though he suspected she kind of liked the word cunt more than she was letting on.

  “How about slit?” he teased, laughing harder when she bit his nipple in punishment.

  “You’re a dirty man,” she admonished, looking like she was quickly losing track of why she was supposed to be mad at him because it felt so good to be getting slowly, deliciously fucked by a man who would lick her feet if she told him to.

  “Who you love to distraction.” He kissed her, the sweet way he’d been wanting to since he’d left her cabin in the Deepweeds four months before.

  The way she kissed him back told him everything was going to be okay.

  He’d finally found her, the woman who was perfectly, sinfully sweet. And his.

  All his.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  The Kingdom Times, 3422

  Kingdom City

  Timothy Taylor Quinn Miller was christened today at the Church of the Unrefined in a simple ceremony attended by friends and family. Annabella Quinn, recently married to Heath Miller in a union that astonished the Kingdom at large—nearly as much as their jointly created edible panty line, releasing next fall from Melt Me Enterprises—looked beautiful in a pale blue gown, while little Timothy wore traditional christening white.

  Mr. Miller, beloved by the Kingdom for his generous donations to children’s charities, was a proud papa to both the newborn Timothy as well as his adopted children, Hansel and Gretel Miller—formerly Procter of the infamous child boiling trial of the past year.

  When asked about the future of this unlikely family, Mr. Miller had only this to say, “We’re f—ing happier than pigs in sh-t. We really are, I could never have dreamed I’d be lucky enough to be part of something like this.”

  Timothy Taylor’s Godmother, Mary O’Neill, new company head for Melt Me Enterprises, put it a bit more eloquently when she said, “Between the two of them, they have the biggest hearts in the Kingdom. I feel blessed to be a part of something I could only dream about as a kid. Annabella and Heath are really something special. They’re enough to make anyone believe that miracles can happen.”

  We at the Kingdom Times welcome you, little Timothy, and can’t wait to see what the world holds in store for one so deeply loved.

  ****

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  About the Author

  Callie Wild spent her childhood devouring fairy tales and her teen years soaking in a powerful marinade of historical bodice rippers and 1980s time travel romances. She finished her first book at age ten, a friends to lovers story featuring too much kissing—at least according to the English teacher who called her mother in for an after school conference—and has been writing ever since. She loves stories that are hot, fast-paced, sexy, steamy, sweet, and a little silly and is so excited to share her Kinky Adult Fairy Tales with readers.

  Contact Callie at calliewildromance@gmail.com

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  TAMED, A Kinky Adult Fairy Tale

  About the Book

  TAMED: A Kinky Adult Fairy Tale

  Bedding the Bad Girl Book Two

  The Big Bad Wolf has met his match…

  Katarina knows that Serge should be off limits. Not only is he a bad boy and a womanizer, he's her boss. But after a hot encounter in his limo, she realizes that some things-like chemistry, biology, and the irresistible lure of Serge's sexy accent-cannot be denied.

  Soon Serge has tamed Kat's savage beast and claimed her heart as well, but can he build a life with a woman who has as many skeletons in the closet as he does? And what will happen if the sins of their past refuse to stay buried?

  A sexy, stand-alone continuation of Snow White with shades of Red Riding Hood. No Cliffhanger.

  TAMED

  by Callie Wild

  Katarina was a handful and strung so tight she looked as if she would snap in two. She was too tall and too thin, her breasts were barely apple-sized, and he imagined her hipbones would stab a man to death if he ever managed to convince her to let him be on top. She was also older than Serge’s usual girl—somewhere in her mid-thirties, though her tomboy figure made her appear younger. Her only real draws were her luxurious dark red hair that looked as soft as silk, and her stunning sea-green eyes.

  But who could enjoy them when she kept her sharp face narrowed in a glare half the time?

  Kat Masterson wasn’t his type, not any of them, and he was a man who appreciated a
wide variety of feminine charm. She was also currently in his employ, making her off-limits. He didn’t cross that line. Sure, he had danced along it from time to time, but never crossed it.

  Work and sex mixed about as well as peanut butter and salami.

  So why was he so drawn to her?

  “I’m sorry we got off to a rough start. I’m just really nervous.” The flush across the bridge of her nose highlighted freckles he hadn’t noticed before. “It brings out the bitch in me.”

  “I wouldn’t say that.” That was exactly what he would have said, but she was clearly trying to make a fresh start and the freckles were cute. They softened her a bit, allowing him see the woman she might have been if her life had taken a different direction.

  “You’re nice. A liar, but nice.” Her tongue slipped out to dampen her lips. “So listen, I know giving me any kind of artistic control is off limits. I get that. I just want a fair shot and a chance to show my good side as well as my bitchy one. Is that something we might be able to agree on?”

  Serge nodded, still feeling bad for hurting her feelings back at the office. “Yes. I want this to be a fair competition. I’ll speak to Matthew and let him know I expect as much. Backstory is acceptable, forcing a narrative is not.”

  “Thank you.” Her smile was stunning, transforming her thin face into a thing of beauty. “Seriously, thank you so much. I really appreciate it, Serge.”

  With a soft sigh of relief, she leaned back against the seat to look out the window, clearly content to take the rest of the ride in silence. If only she’d chosen to cross her legs, as well. Maybe then he would have been able to look out the window, too.

  As it was, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the long, toned lines of her calves, or the creamy insides of her thighs. He could just glimpse where her thigh-high pantyhose ended and her slightly paler flesh began, and it was enough to succeed where Sally’s teasing hand on his thigh had failed.

  The swelling against his fly was so surprising it made his heart skip a beat. He had been having a hard time getting aroused for almost a year. He’d even made a visit to his doctor in hopes of discovering what was the matter with him. He loved women, he loved making love to them, and he’d never had a hard time getting it up before, even four or five times in a single night.

  He had feared a circulatory problem or that his compulsive protective measures might have failed him. But even a venereal disease seemed preferable to the even more horrific culprit of “old age.” He was only forty-one; he should have at least a decade or two left in him before he was forced out to pasture.

  He had submitted to what seemed like a million tests only to discover that there was nothing physically wrong with him. It was something else, something twisted up in his mind that was taking its toll below the belt. It was frustrating, embarrassing, and at times flat out enraging.

  Sergei Sokolnokov was the master of all he surveyed. The fact that his own cock was rebelling against his control was enough to drive him insane. The only thing crazier was that this woman, this woman, was the one who had managed to arouse his interest.

  Thank God she wasn’t looking at him or she would see the shock on his face and the furious erection tenting his pants.

  But she was still looking out the window, her features soft and relaxed and her lips parted as if she were thinking something that made her slightly breathless. She’d unbuttoned her suit coat when they’d settled into the car and the pale green shirt underneath was doing little to conceal the budded peaks of her nipples.

  Was she chilly or was it something more?

  Could she possibly be feeling the same bizarre attraction that he was?

  She turned to face him and he quickly tossed his coat across his lap. She might see the hunger in his eyes, but she wouldn’t see anything else if he could help it.

  “Yes?” he asked with what he hoped was a casual, open smile.

  She blinked, as if surprised, but eventually spoke in a soft voice, “You said before that you knew what I wanted, and that you were going to make sure I got it. What did you mean by that?” The look in her eyes was innocent, but as she shifted on the seat her legs parted a fraction of an inch.

  Or was it his imagination?

  Either way, he had a painfully arousing vision of those wide green eyes looking down at him as he spread her thighs and claimed her pussy with his mouth. He’d find out if she was a true redhead and then make her come until she tore at the leather seats with her fingernails and begged for her turn to take him into her mouth.

  His cock twitched as he imagined her on her knees, breathless as she unzipped his fly, eagerly teasing the tip of his shaft with her sharp little tongue.

  “You need a fresh start.” He forced himself to speak before his imagination could get the better of him. “You need a chance to reinvent yourself, and you will get it. What you make of the chance is up to you.”

  He met her searching gaze, hoping she could see that he was telling the truth. She would have as good a chance to win the contest and the public’s affection as any of the other women. He didn’t believe in rigging the game. It would be on her own shoulders if she reacted badly to the challenges staged for each episode.

  She studied him for a long moment—seeming to debate something—before she leaned in, propping her angular elbows on her knees, an action that brought her face no more than six inches from his own. “Are you sure that’s all you meant?”

  “What else?” he asked, fighting the urge to lean in and taste her lips, or to press her back against the seats and run his hand up her businesslike skirt.

  “I don’t know…” Her tongue swept over her lower lip again. “Maybe something a little more personal. Assuming that’s for me and not the idiot triplets.”

  “They’re not sisters, not even related,” he said dryly, as he realized she’d evidently noticed how aroused he’d become. His coat must have done a poor job of concealing the unexpected way she affected him.

  “Well, I guess that makes it less creepy when you’re rolling around in bed with them. But you didn’t answer my question.” Her self-satisfied glance down at his crotch convinced him he had to call her bluff. “Is that for me?”

  “I don’t know.” He reached out, smoothing his hand up the inside of her thigh to cup her mound, smiling as he came into contact with the drenched fabric of her silk panties. “Is this all for me?”

  “You’re a ballsy bastard,” she whispered, but she didn’t seem insulted.

  He watched her gaze darken with lust as he pushed her skirt up around her hips, baring her thigh-highs, garter belt and panties to his gaze. Even as his hands moved, bunching the fabric, spreading her legs wider with a nudge of his knee, he knew he was playing with fire.

  He had already won this round and proven that she was as hot for him as he was for her. He should quit while he was ahead.

  Too bad he’d never been good at behaving as he should, especially not when a beautiful woman was involved.

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