The Brand that Binds (Forbidden Omegaverse #2) Read Online Evangeline Anderson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Omegaverse Series by Evangeline Anderson
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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The way I was positioned, my clit was rubbing against the smooth wood of the breeding bench. And also, the pleasure of being so deeply and thoroughly penetrated and fucked was incredibly intense—possibly heightened because it felt like Nick’s beast had some kind of knob or ridge on his shaft that was stimulating my G-spot with every thrust.

“Oh…Oh, Nick!” I heard myself moaning. “I’m close—so close!”

As my pleasure peaked, I felt a swift stab of guilt. Should I let myself come on the beast’s cock like this? Surely it was wrong to have an orgasm from this bestial act.

But I couldn’t stop myself—the orgasm was coming at me like a freight train and I was literally tied to the tracks. With a gasping cry, I felt it hit me and I began to come harder than I ever had in my life.

A low, guttural growl came from the beast’s throat and then it rammed home inside me. I cried out again as I felt the enormous knot breach my entrance and fill the mouth of my pussy.

“Knotting you,” the beast informed me, even as I felt the knot swell to block my entrance completely.

“I…I feel you,” I panted, writhing against the breeding bench. Oh God, I had never felt so full!

“Must fill you with seed,” the beast sent. “Must make your belly swell.”

I thought of how Nick had been frightened that breeding me might mean a son who also had a cursed wolf inside and how breeding in Fur Form increased those odds dramatically.

But I didn’t care—the Breeding Fever wouldn’t let me care. Everything the beast had done to me had been leading up to this and I couldn’t help myself—at that moment my body craved the beast’s seed inside me. At that moment, I wanted to be pregnant with his child—whether it was the beast’s or Nick’s—I didn’t care any more. I was running purely on erotic instinct.

“Yes!” I moaned, hanging my head and submitting completely. “Go ahead, Nick—come in me! Fill me up!”

The beast lifted his head and howled—that long, liquid sound that had sent a chill through me when I had heard it before.

And then he began to come.

I moaned helplessly as I felt the first hot spurt of cum jet against the mouth of my womb. I had never been able to feel a man come in me before—maybe because a human male has a much weaker ejaculation. But with Nick’s beast, I felt everything.

Spurt after spurt he filled me and I lifted my hips and took it submissively—every last hot drop, deep in my pussy. Soon I was sure I could feel my belly bulging, just like the Were girls the night before. Again, this was somehow an intensely erotic sensation. I wasn’t sure if Were anatomy was different, but I could feel my inner walls expanding to hold all the cream the beast was pumping into me and it almost made me come again.

At last, I don’t know how long after he started, he finally pumped the last spurt inside me and I felt the massive knot withdraw. I was certain the minute it did, all the cream he had spurted into me would come gushing out.

But the beast was too quick for that. Almost the second he withdrew, I felt the long, hot tongue bathing the mouth of my pussy. This time it almost seemed to have a kind of natural glue on it. I felt my pussy mouth being sealed shut to keep the cum inside.

Then, when the beast was certain I was sealed, he began lapping my clit again. It was only the entrance to my channel that was sealed—my pussy lips were still spread wide, so he had easy access to my sensitive little button.

“Oh, God, Nick!” I moaned, uncertain if I could take anymore of the acute pleasure. “Oh, God, please…”

In answer, the long hot tongue curved in delicate circles around and around my aching clit, making me moan and writhe and tug at the bonds that held me to the bench.

“Please!” I begged. “Please, Nick! Please, don’t—I don’t think I can take anymore!”

But the beast was relentless. He continued lapping, circling around and around until another orgasm hit me and I cried and moaned my pleasure to the moonlit sky above.

I wondered if the beast was doing this—making me come—to carry his seed into my womb. For all I knew, I was getting pregnant right this minute but there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. In fact, in that moment, at the highest pitch of the Breeding Fever, I hoped I was getting pregnant—it was what my body wanted more than anything else.

At last, the beast stopped licking and I was able to slump, exhausted, across the bench.

“Please,” I whispered weakly to the beast. “Please…my wrists…my ankles. Let me…free.”


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