Breeding Ground Part 31

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Breeding Ground



Breeding Ground Part 31


Malik impaled her from behind in one smooth thrust, seating himself to the hilt. She groaned long and loud, her smile evaporating and replaced with a serious, intense expression. Glancing over her shoulder, her eyes were narrowed in pa.s.sion. "f.u.c.k me."

His jaw clenched at her words. Giving her what she wanted, Malik began to pound in and out of her in long, fast, ruthless strokes. He moaned as he took her, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips.

"I love my little girl's p.u.s.s.y," he purred, the sound as intoxicating as the rigorous impalements. "So wet and sticky and tight."

Alex's t.i.ts began to jiggle in time with his thrusts, her nipples super-sensitive from the rapid movements. "More," she begged. "Harder."

"Like this?" he gritted out.




Grabbing her hips even tighter, he rode her hard, f.u.c.king her with branding, possessive strokes. The sound of perspiration-soaked flesh slapping perspiration-soaked flesh reached her ears. Harder. Faster. Again and again and again.

Alex threw her head back and groaned, a violent o.r.g.a.s.m ripping from her belly. Blood rushed to her nipples, making them intensely sensitive. Blood rushed to her face, heating it. Her p.u.s.s.y contracted around his c.o.c.k, the sound of his moans and her flesh suctioning his c.o.c.k back inside of her all she could hear.

He growled in a familiar way that made her recognize he was close to climax. He took her impossibly harder, until she was keening with pleasure and begging for more. Alex threw her hips back at him, meeting him thrust for thrust. He took her harder-deeper-faster.

Over and over.

Again and again and again.

"Alexandria," he growled with an intensity she'd never before heard him use. "You are mine," he said between thrusts. "Forever are you bound to me."

She felt his body stiffen, heard his loud growl, and knew he was about to explode. At the precise moment he did, his entire body convulsing, two sharp fangs sank into her neck, puncturing the skin and forcing her to scream.

The most ferocious o.r.g.a.s.m Alex had ever experienced pummeled through her body like a bolt of lightning. She wailed even louder, the pleasure so intense as to be painful. He kept f.u.c.king her as he came, the sound of his loud growls rivaling her own screams. She continued to throw her hips back at him, milking his c.o.c.k of its cream.

Malik squeezed her hips one last time before releasing them. His breathing labored, he fell onto the plush bed beside her and pulled her into his embrace. Alex gratefully collapsed on top of him, too spent to speak let alone remain awake.

Malik cradled Alexandria's sleeping body on his chest, his hands busy ma.s.saging her perfectly rounded b.u.t.tocks. He was as exhausted as she was, but his mind was racing too mercilessly to slumber.

He had done the unthinkable. King Malik Ahmose had just given eternal life to the very woman the mages warned could be Tongor's ruin. Alexandria could no longer be killed, not that doing so had ever been an option, but he had taken things to an entirely new level by making her body as powerful as her unmesmerizable mind.

The human queen had no knowledge of what had pa.s.sed between them when he'd bitten her. Of this he was certain. But soon, very soon, she would find out.

What are you to me, woman, that you make me so weak?

Malik sighed, wise enough to understand that there were some things not even the mages could predict. Like the affection he would feel towards the very female who had the power to bring his civilization to its knees.

Alex awoke in the middle of the night. She turned in the bed to face Malik, only to discover he wasn't there. Sitting up, she glanced around the bedchamber.

There he was...standing out on the balcony alone.

From this vantage point, King Malik Ahmose was every woman's fevered fantasy realized. Tall, broad, and chiseled out of impressive muscle, his seven-and-a-half-foot stature was as beautiful as it was deadly. His back and shoulders were broad and strong, his b.u.t.tocks tight and perfect. His legs were long and neither too heavily nor too little muscled-just perfect. The manner in which the moonbeams spilled onto the balcony, highlighting his presence, made her believe that if there was such a thing as a king-G.o.d, Malik was surely him.

Scooting off the palatial bed, Alex quietly made her way towards where the Xandi king stood. The muscles in his back were tense. "Hey," she said softly, "are you okay?"

Silence ensued. She could tell something was very wrong so decided to patiently wait until he was ready to speak rather than prod him. Just when she thought he might never say a word, he slowly c.o.c.ked his head to look down at her.

"Do you feel this...thing...between us? This inexplicable connection of sorts?"

Alex blew out a breath. More than he realized. "Yes."

"What does it mean?"

"I was kind of hoping you would know."

Malik glanced away. "I do not understand these feelings I have inside. Nor can I make sense of them."

Alex's smile was sad. It was almost as if they were the Romeo and Juliet of one hundred million years gone by. "'Deny thy father and refuse thy name'," she whispered.

His gaze darted back to hers, an eyebrow lifting inquisitively.

"I was quoting a silly play," Alex said on a sigh. "It's the tale of a man and a woman who long to be together despite the fact they were born enemies."

His expression was searching, sorrowful. "Then you do understand these feelings," he murmured.

"I do."

"What happened to this man and this woman?" he asked.

"They killed themselves. Both of them decided they would rather be dead than live out their lives apart."

Malik looked back out into the endless sea of black night. "Tragic."

"Hmmm...that's why that type of play was referred to as a 'tragedy'." Alex lifted her hand to his back and gently stroked him there. "But it wasn't real, Malik. It was only a tale."

"What future is there for us, Alexandria?" His dark-haired head whipped back around to regard her. "I am the leader of my people. You are the leader of yours. War has raged between our races for thousands of years. We are fools do we think to end it with a f.u.c.k or two."

The callous words stung. She looked away. "I guess you're right."

He lifted her chin with his hand until she met his gaze. "I did not mean that how it sounded, little one. I apologize."

Her heart swelled. Malik had never apologized to her before for anything. "Thank you," she whispered.

They threaded their hands together as they stood out on the balcony, both of them sucking the nighttime breeze into their lungs. It gave Alex time to think...and time to realize how much her presence here was hurting him. Whether or not he realized it at this moment in time, he would be happy again if she wasn't in Tongor.

I have grown to love you, King Malik Ahmose. This is why I am leaving. Because I love you enough to give you peace.

"Come on," Alex said softly, breaking the quiet. She squeezed his hand. "I want to make love with you tonight."

Malik hesitated for a brief moment, then followed her to the bed. He came down on top of her and entered her body with gentle reverence, thrusting slowly in and out of her welcoming flesh.

"No matter what fate brings to us," Malik promised in a whisper, "we will always live within the other."

Tears threatened to sting the backs of Alex's eyes. She smiled instead, realizing that she had to let him go. "I will always love you, Malik. Always."

Chapter Twenty.






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