Bred for Love: An MM MPREG Shifter Romance (Cliffside Wolves Book 3)

by Aspen Grey

  My mind flashed back to that night in the street by my old home in Miami, when I stood there with Alec, face to face for the first time, both of us alive with the possibilities for our future. All that time apart…but now here we were, reunited.

  I quivered as he gave it to me, not hesitating at all and steadily driving every one of his inches deep into my hole. I moaned and plunged my face into the couch pillows, which were still moist with some of my slick that had spilled out of me, and let my mouth hang open until he completely bottomed out in me.

  His balls pressed against mine and I shook as though he’d hit some “pleasure enhance” button or something. My dick went as hard as a rock between my legs and slapped against the couch as he began fucking me. Each stroke caused a groan to escape my lips.

  Holy shit! I’m being fucked for the first time!

  My virginity was gone and I was glad to see it go. I’d held out for him, knowing that I was going to do everything in my power to find him again and give myself to him. I doubted he had done the same, but I didn’t blame him. In his mind, I had left him and he never knew if he was going to see me again. For all he knew, I’d completely abandoned him. I couldn’t imagine how much he’d been hurting for all these years.

  Thankfully, Alec wasn’t about to let me get lost in my miserable thoughts. He spanked my ass with such force that my whole body shook and I arched my back and cried out.

  “Yes!”

  “Look at you taking that dick,” he growled as he did it again. “Such a good boy.”

  “I’m such a good boy for you,” I whimpered. “Only you.”

  Each of his thrusts rocked me to my core—after all, he was touching the deepest spots of me. His scent was dripping all over me like a pheromone rain. I’d never felt so small in my entire life as I felt with his hands locked around my waist like two enormous wrenches.

  This is what it feels like to be dominated.

  His cock was glorious—so much bigger than mine—something that should find its way into a museum or be painted on a canvas by a master painter. It had to be as thick as my wrist, and as long as my forearm. When it had flopped out of his pants and hit me in the forehead, it had been like a palm strike from a Kung-Fu master or something. He could beat me to death with it if he wanted!

  And it sure seemed like he wanted to…

  “That’s it, baby,” he growled. “I can feel your little hole stretching for me. No one’s ever made you feel this way, have they?”

  “No!”

  “That’s right,” he purred, shifting his strokes to longer and more precise. Each time his balls slapped against mine a tiny hint of pain flared, which somehow anchored me in the moment. I had to see it, and bent my head down and looked back between my legs. My dick was absolutely dripping with pre-cum, a line so long it almost reached the floor. Each one of his thrusts sent even more of it pouring out of me.

  His balls were tight and I couldn’t help but picture a hot load shooting out of his dick. It was in there, just waiting for me. His thighs flexed, showing the cuts in the muscle. He really was a beautiful male specimen. Such a fucking alpha.

  Our kids will be incredible...

  The thought sprang into my mind so naturally that it actually shocked me. Of course that was what I wanted, but I had never really understood it the way I did when I looked back and watched him fuck me. It was no longer a simple fantasy. It was a reality, and it was what I needed.

  Alec bent forward and kissed my back just between the shoulder blades. My body shook and I reached back with one hand and found his strong stomach and caressed his spectacular abs. He worked his lips over me, leaving little wet spots wherever they touched. I was on fire for him and knew that I was getting there.

  “Like this,” he said, snatching my arms and pulling them back and using one hand to clamp them together. He tugged, causing my back to arch. With his free hand, he spanked me again and began pounding. “I’m going to make you come like this, baby. You feel that? My cock on your spot?”

  “Yes!”

  “That’s the sweet spot, baby,” he purred, his voice like hot chocolate sliding down my throat. “It’s going to make you come.”

  He was right. I could feel my climax getting close, like a clock ticking down on the end of a football game—or a time bomb. It began within me, instead of in my cock like usual, and radiated out like a sun growing in size. I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent, so potent and strong. It enhanced everything and I felt myself hurtling towards the edge. He was going to get me there.

  I reached between my legs and took hold of my dick with two fingers. That was all I would need, but to my shock, Alec snatched my wrist and pulled it away.

  “No. Hands free.”

  “Hands free?” I whispered. “Can—can I?”

  “You can,” he told me with confidence. He was so sure of himself, which was perfect, as I had no idea what I was doing…

  …except submitting.

  I closed my eyes and focused on every single inch of his enormous dick sliding in and out of my slick hole. He was fierce and skilled with each of his strokes. Slick was dripping down from my hole and all over him, all over my balls, down my legs. I was fucking wet.

  And I was getting close.

  “I feel it, baby!” I gasped as my orgasm lit like the fuse of a firework. “It—it’s going to happen!”

  “You’re damn right it is,” he whispered. “And you know what’s really going to get you there? This.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Paul

  Alec’s already enormous dick pulsed and made a fist inside of me as he knotted. I was stuffed like a jelly donut and cried out as my orgasm hammered me into a warm pile of silliness.

  I shuddered and almost collapsed, but Alec held me tight by the waist and kept me in place. I felt my cock twitch and knew I was spraying cum all over his floor. I wanted to see it, but I just couldn’t open my eyes to look. They were clamped shut as the most incredible orgasm of my life held me in its tight grip.

  I’d dreamt of this moment for four years, stroking my cock at night before going to bed, or in the morning in the shower, but none of those fantasies could compare to the reality. None of them could compare to what I was feeling now as his knot massaged my spot and I blew ropes all over the floor.

  “Come, baby,” he growled, running his strong hands up and down my torso. “That’s it. That’s it.”

  “I-I can’t—”

  I was going to say I can’t talk, but simply not finishing my sentence was proof enough of that, and Alec understood. He pressed his body against mine as I came, his knot unbelievably thick within me. It was so primal and fierce, the pure essence of being an alpha, using his cock to create an unbreakable, physical bond between us that I could not escape from.

  But why would I even want to?

  Finally, as I started to come down, Alec shifted positions with me. He snatched me by the hips and lifted me onto the couch, all the while his knot still inside of me, and managed to maneuver me onto my back. I glanced down at the floor and saw that I was right—I had sprayed an enormous amount of cum there, a load a pornstar would be proud of.

  “Look at all that,” he said with a smile. “That’s a lot, but it’s nothing compared to what I’m going to fill you up with.”

  “Yeah…?” I asked as he started grinding inside of me. With his cock knotted, he had to use different strokes instead of pounding me like he had done before. But it was still every bit as good. In fact, knowing that I couldn’t get away from it made it somehow even better.

  Pure submission. I was his omega and giving myself to after all this time felt so right. It was what I was meant to do.

  “Oh, yeah,” he growled. “I’ve got so much cum in my balls for you, baby. I’m not wasting any more time. I’ve got you here and I’m going to explode inside you, fill you with my juice and get you pregnant.”

  “Oh my God…” I swooned.

  “I’m going to put a baby in your belly a
nd you’re going to be mine forever,” he said, his knot massaging my insides causing hot shivers to race through my limbs.

  What will it feel like? I wondered, as I stared up at my man, my mate, post-orgasmic bliss throbbing through my still-hard dick, his glorious physique on full display for me. I couldn’t believe how beautiful he was and that he was in fact, mine.

  “I—I can’t,” I blathered. “I don’t even know what to do!”

  “Just lie there and take it,” he told me. “Take what I give you.”

  “I will!”

  I was crying out for it. I wanted to feel the explosion, the warm cum shoot into me. I had imagined it so many times, heard other omegas describe what it was like—now it was my time to feel it.

  Alec grunted and his knot pulsed. I knew he was close. His chest heaved and I could practically see his heart beating through his chest.

  It’s going to happen, I thought with excitement. But nothing could have prepared me for when it did.

  It felt like a warm garden hose of sticky goodness spraying inside me at full force. His body shook and he roared and slumped down against me as he came and his knot pulsed in my hole, spraying all that warm, glorious baby batter deep inside me. I cried out and wrapped my arms around his muscled back and held him as tight as I could as his body was racked with pleasure.

  “I feel it!” I cried out. “Fuck!”

  More and more cum shot into me and I took it. I took it all.

  That’s where it’s supposed to go…

  He grunted, growled and wrapped his lips around my ear. I kissed the base of his neck and felt his muscles move as he came in a glorious display of fierce dominance.

  Now that’s a fucking alpha!

  “S-shit, baby!” Alec whispered as he started to come down from what I hoped was the orgasm of his life. After all, I’d just had mine.

  But as I held him there and felt his knot slowly starting to subside and his juices spilling out of my hole, it wasn’t just the pleasure I was thinking of. No, it was much more than that. It was deeper, the feeling you can only dream of feeling in life—the one that I’d told everyone I’d find back in Miami, the one that Sara had teased me about back at the slushy stand.

  Love.

  I’d found it, lost it and then found it again.

  “That was unbelievable,” I whispered. Alec raised his head up and looked at me. He was sweating like a pig, and I loved it. All it did was enhance his scent and add to the feral feelings taking me over.

  “You’re telling me,” he smiled. “I couldn’t hold back. I couldn’t stop myself.”

  “Good. I wouldn’t want you to.”

  “I thought my soul was going to come out of my dick,” he laughed.

  “Even if it didn’t, I still felt it,” I said, stroking his cheek. “Your soul.”

  A bond had been formed between us. Finally, after four years apart, we’d finished what we’d set out to do that night; be together. Now we were partners in life, and with any luck, I was going to be pregnant with his child in no time and we would forge ahead together.

  But some things needed to be done before that happened, and one of them was explaining to Alec what had happened and where I’d been. It wasn’t a conversation I was looking forward to having, but it was necessary.

  “Baby,” I whispered. “I think it’s time—time I tell you what happened four years ago.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Alec

  We cleaned up together, took a quick shower—which I normally would loved to have gone Round 2 with him in—got dressed and came back over to the couch. I’d given up trying to come up with the reason for Paul’s absence. He was finally going to tell me and I was actually nervous.

  I don’t know why. Whatever the reason, I knew it wasn’t about me. He’d come back to me after all this time, but maybe part of me thought that whatever it was that had taken him from me in the first place might be able to take him from me again.

  No, I told myself as I took a sip of ice water. Don’t think that. He’s here now and he’s not going anywhere.

  I thought back to that night and just how floored I’d been when I picked up his scent. I’d wondered something many times throughout the years—what if I hadn’t gone home that way that night? Would I have picked up his scent at all? If not, I never would have smelled him, and if I never smelled him, I never would have missed him. Sometimes I found myself wishing I’d never run into him. Sometimes I told myself I would have been better off having never met Paul.

  But now Paul was back. He’d returned to me and I was feeling alive again, happier than ever, with a bright world of possibilities ahead of me. I’d claimed him, bonded with him, and with any luck—bred him. We’d be parents together, fathers, an inseparable family.

  I reached out and touched him, marveling at the fact that he was real and not just a dream. Not anymore. His scent was Heaven in my nose and it felt like my home was now complete with him in it. This was what Trevor had, what Damon had, and what I wanted, and as long as what he was about to tell me wasn’t some terrible tragedy that was going to destroy us in the future, I finally had it.

  “Okay, baby,” I told him. “Lay it on me. I’m ready.”

  “First of all,” he smiled. “I want you to understand that none of what happened had anything to do with you.”

  “Okay,” I smiled. “I didn’t think it did, but that’s nice of you to say.”

  “I would have stayed there if I could have. I mean—that’s all I wanted to do! That night outside in the street was the best night of my life until tonight, but it was also the worst…”

  Paul lowered his eyes from mine as though he was ashamed. I scooted closer on the couch and put my hand on his leg. “Me too, baby. Me too.”

  He sighed, took a deep breath like he was summoning up all of his courage and then looked at me.

  “My parents owed money to a guy named Scar…”

  “Scar?” I replied with a slight laugh. “Seriously?”

  “Just listen,” he continued. “They owed money to a guy named Scar. Banks turned them down for loans because of my mom’s bad credit from when she was younger. They needed money or we were going to loose our house, so they borrowed money from this guy Scar.”

  “A loan shark.”

  “Yes,” he nodded. “And at first everything was fine—at least, I thought it was fine. But after you left and I went inside for our family meeting, my parents told me that we were leaving Miami immediately, that night, and we had to leave without a trace. I couldn’t tell anybody where I was going, leave a note or even a scent behind. They’d already packed up their things, helped me pack up mine and we left. Sprayed pheromone blockers all over ourselves and headed out.”

  So, that was the reason. His parents owed money and never even warned him that their lives were collapsing. Unbelievable.

  “Where did you go?” I asked. “You—didn’t come back to Miami did you? Because, I left! I packed up and—”

  “No!” he said quickly. “We never went back to Miami. We traveled around a lot. First it was Florida, and then west to Texas. But Scar…I don’t know how he did it, but he finally found us.”

  “Even after you pheromone blocked?”

  Paul nodded and I could see something terrible had happened. “He found us in Atlanta, or one of his men did and reported back to him…somebody snapped a picture of my father or something or he had men working there…I don’t know. Either way, he came for us…”

  Paul’s voice trailed off and my heart ached as a pained expression came over his beautiful face. I understood immediately. He didn’t even have to say it, but he did.

  “He got my parents, Alec.”

  My heart sank. I did the only thing I could think of; I reached out and wrapped him into a tight embrace and held him close to me, letting him know that he was safe and sound with me. There had always been a small wound inside of me from never knowing my parents, but it couldn’t possibly compare to what Paul was feeling
now having lost his. It made my heart break, but I knew the only thing I could do was hold him and comfort him.

  “I’m so sorry, baby,” I whispered, kissing him gently on the head. “I’m so sorry.”

  He sniffed but didn’t cry. Somehow, he was managing to remain strong.

  “I…I didn’t know what to do, so I kept running. I moved my way up the East Coast, wondering if he was right behind me or if one of his men would find me. I was so scared, Alec…”

  “I know, baby. I can’t even imagine what you went through.”

  “But then I thought about you…and how you must have been feeling after I just vanished on you, and I tried to think about where you might have gone.”

  He wiped his nose on his sleeve and looked up at me.

  “I figured you would have left Miami, and even if you didn’t, I wasn’t about to go back there to look for you with Scar still after me. Then I thought to myself, ‘what would I do?’ And I figured that I would get as far away from Miami as possible so I wouldn’t have to think about what had happened, you know?”

  “I do,” I smiled. “It’s like you read my mind.”

  “California was far away, and so was Alaska, but Maine…Maine was smaller and easier to investigate,” he said. “I figured I could ask around, see if anyone knew of a handsome alpha that matched your description.”

  I chuckled. “And?”

  “And as soon as I got to Portland, your name came up.”

  I burst out laughing. “Let me guess—The Heavy Load?”

  Paul nodded and I felt a sudden hint of embarrassment run through me. If he’d asked about me there, what would those guys have said about me? I had a bit of a reputation as a player, and if they’d gone into details…how was that going to make him feel?

  “Don’t worry,” Paul said before I could react. “They didn’t say anything too bad.”