Chapter 44
FORTY-FOUR
VIVIENNE
The house was quiet, packed suitcases casting long shadows in the moonlight. Tomorrow, Kor and I would be gone. Tomorrow, the rules wouldn’t matter. That knowledge hummed in the air between us, a current of anticipation that made my skin feel too tight and too sensitive.
I stood by the bed, feeling the delicate lace of the white teddy I wore against my skin.
The straps were thin, the cups sheer, and the hem rode high on my thighs.
I wore nothing underneath—no panties, just me.
It felt daring…naughty…final. Were we really going to do this?
Were we really going to break the Unbreakable Laws on purpose?
Kor stood across the room, his gaze a physical weight that traveled over me, leaving heat in its wake. He was wearing nothing but a long pair of pajama pants and his broad, bare chest was mouthwatering in the dimly lit room.
“Remember,” he said, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room, “how I promised to breed you tonight?”
My breath caught in my throat and came out as a shaky sound. His eyes were dark and intense—holding me in place as he looked at me.
I swallowed hard and when I spoke, my voice was breathless, barely a whisper.
“And…are you going to…will you knot me, too?”
He groaned, low in his throat as though my words made him want me even more. He crossed the room in two strides, his hands coming up to frame my face. They were so big and warm and gentle—I wanted them all over me.
“Yeah, baby,” he promised, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. “I’m going to knot you so deep and so hard you’ll feel it for days. Gonna pump you full of my seed and claim every part of you.”
A full-body shudder wracked me as heat—real and urgent—bloomed low in my belly and spread outward.
We’d been staving off my Cycle for days—pushing our luck—but the dam was breaking now.
I needed it—I needed him—inside me. And I could see in his eyes that Kor needed to fill me as much as I needed to be filled.
He captured my mouth in a kiss that made fresh heat bloom inside me.
It was long, and deep, and devastatingly gentle.
His hands slid down from my face, over the fragile lace on my shoulders, tracing the sides of my breasts, my waist, my hips.
Every touch made me shiver. I sighed into his mouth, my hands coming up to rest on the hard plane of his chest.
He broke the kiss to trail his lips down my throat, to the lace edge of the teddy.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “My beautiful girl.”
He hooked a finger under one strap and drew it down my arm, baring my breast. Ducking his head, he took my tight, aching peak into his mouth, sucking deeply.
I moaned, my hands flying to his hair. The sensation was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body. He lavished attention on one breast, then the other, sucking and licking until my nipples were hard, throbbing points and I was panting, my head thrown back.
His hand slid down my stomach, over the lace hem of the teddy, covering my mound. He cupped me, his palm applying a firm, perfect pressure. I could feel the heat and dampness already seeping through the delicate fabric.
“Kor…” I moaned, my hips pushing against his hand of their own accord. “Please, I need you.”
“I know, sweetheart. Let me get you ready for me.”
He eased his hand beneath the lace hem, his fingertips finding my slick, swollen folds and I moaned and parted my thighs for him. I couldn’t help myself—I was already drenched and so desperately needy.
His touch was slow and deliberate, circling my clit, dipping a finger just inside my entrance. The intimacy of it—the sheer possession in his touch and the way he knew exactly how to please me—made my knees weak.
“God, you’re perfect,” he growled as he stroked and teased me. “So wet for me already. That’s going to make taking me so much easier for your tight little pussy.”
“I…I’m a little scared,” I admitted in a small voice, even as my body arched into his touch.
“I know.” He kissed my shoulder, his fingers still working me gently.
“From what you’ve told me it sounds like Carter was a fucking pencil.
I’m not. And my knot…” He pressed himself against me, and I felt the thick, heavy bulge already prominent in his pants.
“It’s going to stretch you, baby. But I swear, I’ll make it good for you—I’ll make you love it. ”
He guided me backward until my knees hit the bed. He slipped out of his pants and his erection sprang free—thick and heavy and impossibly long, the knot at the base a prominent, intimidating swelling of flesh.
My eyes widened. I’d touched it before when I sucked him, but seeing it and knowing it was going to fill me sent a fresh thrill of fear mixed with a dark, deep desire straight through me.
“How…how are we going to do this?” I asked breathlessly. Despite the fear, I wanted him in me—I ached desperately to let him fill the emptiness inside.
“I want you on top,” he said, lying back on the bed amidst the rumpled sheets. He propped himself up on his elbows. The moonlight played over his bare chest and abdomen, carving his muscles into sharp relief.
“You…you do?” I asked, my voice coming out in a kind of squeak. “On top? Really?”
Carter had never required that of me. He mostly just pushed me down and used me however he wanted to. But Kor seemed to have a reason for his request.
“I want you in control, baby,” he murmured. “You set the pace—you take only what you can, when you can. I won’t move until you say.”
Gratitude washed through me, cool and calming. I loved how careful he was with me—the way he treated me like I was precious and delicate.
“All right.” I nodded and let the teddy slither down my body, pooling at my feet. The night air was cool on my bare skin, making my nipples even tighter.
I climbed onto the bed, then straddled his hips, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him. My curls brushed the head of his cock, and we both gasped at the slight contact.
“Good girl,” Kor murmured, and his praise went straight to my pussy, making me even hotter. “Good girl, just take your time.”
I reached between us, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. He was so hot—like forged steel wrapped in velvet. I loved the feel of him in my hand.
I guided him, my eyes on his, as I positioned him at my entrance. The broad, slick head pressed against me—a blunt, insistent pressure—a promise of what was to come.
I wanted to take him right away, but Kor must have seen the look on my face because he shook his head.
“Slowly, baby,” he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of staying still. His hands settled on my thighs, warm and comforting. “Just take the head first. Get used to me inside you.”
I sank down, an inch, then two and a sharp, breathy moan escaped me. He was so big. I felt a burning, stretching fullness that was almost too much. I could feel my body stretching to accommodate him—a bright, sharp sensation that stole my breath.
“Breathe, Vivienne. Look at me. Breathe through it,” Kor murmured. He lifted one hand and cupped my cheek. “Just take your time. My precum will help you stretch.”
“It…it will?” I panted.
He nodded.
“Yes, baby. I have compounds in my precum and cum that will help you open for me. Just take it slow and you’ll be fine.”
I did as he said, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my eyes locked on his. I saw his own struggle for control—the sheen of sweat on his brow as he held perfectly still and let me take my time.
I lowered myself another fraction, and—sure enough—the burn began to melt, transforming into a deep, filling pressure that was overwhelmingly good.
I felt a burst of satisfaction—he was so big, but I was taking him. The fear in my chest was being chased away by a dazed, gathering pleasure.
“You’re so big, inside me,” I whispered.
“I know, baby, but you need to be filled,” he murmured, his hands gripping my thighs. “Can’t breed you if I don’t fill you first.”
Emboldened, I sank down further, taking him halfway. A moan was drawn from my throat, my head falling back as the sensation of being stretched wide open rushed through me.
“Oh… oh, Kor…” I gasped.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Just open your little pussy and take me nice and deep, sweetheart. You’re doing so good—I’m so proud of you for taking me.”
“I…I’m trying,” I panted and wiggled my hips, trying to get used to having something so big inside me. I was sure that if Kor hadn’t been helping me stretch with his tongue every night, I wouldn’t have been able to do this. I was glad that he’d been so patient with me.
Finally, I came all the way down and he bottomed out inside me. I could feel every inch of him—the head of his cock kissing the end of my channel.
“Good girl,” he praised me again. “You’ve got every inch of me inside you now—everything but my knot.”
“I…I still don’t know how I’ll take the knot,” I panted. “I’m already so…so full.”
“You’ll open up as you ride me and get more of my precum inside you,” he told me. “Go on, sweetheart—whenever you’re ready.”
I sat a little longer but soon I felt ready to go further. Slowly, I began to move—a tentative rocking of my hips—and the friction made us both groan.
“God, baby—don’t stop,” Kor groaned. “You feel so fucking good around me.”
I rose up slightly, then sank back down, taking a little more this time. The burn was a memory, replaced by a deep, stretching fullness that made my eyes roll back in my head with pure pleasure.
“More,” I heard myself beg. “I want… want to feel more of you inside me, Kor. Want you to knot me.”
“I will soon, but you have to get used to this first,” he growled. “Take it, Vivienne. Ride me—fuck your sweet little pussy on my cock.”
With a moan, I braced my hands on his shoulders, my fingers digging into the hard muscle as I began to move in earnest. Up and down…up and down…each stroke stretching my inner walls to the limit.
I watched Kor’s face as I moved—the clench of his jaw…the hunger in his eyes…the way he watched my body take his. I could feel his knot beginning to press against my entrance with each downward stroke—a thick, insistent pressure that made my moans grow louder and my movements grow more frantic.
“You feel that?” he asked hoarsely, his hand finding my hips and squeezing hard. “That’s my knot, baby. Next time you sink down, I’m gonna push it into you—gonna lock us together and breed you all night long. Are you ready? Ready to be mine?”
“Yes!” I moaned, working my hips as I rode him harder…deeper. “Oh Goddess, yes, Kor. I want you to knot me—I want you to breed me!”
“Good girl,” he growled. “Ride me hard and take me deep.”
I was so close. I could feel the tension coiling at the base of my spine, my inner muscles beginning to flutter and clench around him. My rhythm was becoming almost desperate, I needed him so badly.
“Yes,” I sobbed. “Yes, Kor, please, knot me, breed me, I’m yours, I’m—”
And then the world exploded—not in pleasure, but in sound and blinding, searing light.