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“Good girl,” I ground out, yanking my fly back open and drawing out my cock. I’d never been this fucking horny before. Pump. My refractory time had always been impressive, but never as fast as this. Never as fast as seeing my cum leaking out of her.

“Fuck,” I swore and stalked over behind her, almost shaking as I flattened one hand to her low back and notched my piercing at her entrance. “Don’t worry, I’ll fill you back up,” I said, pushing inside her sore, slick muscles.

She moaned as I seated myself inside her again, knowing there was nothing that felt more incredible than this. Than her. Than nothing between us.

A groan thrashed from my chest as my hips found a familiar, punishing rhythm. God, she felt so good like this. So slippery with the mix of cum and desire. Her inner walls were tight and pulsing, the sensation incredible as they gripped my bare cock and pulled me deeper. I wanted to come—needed to come—but I swore I could just fuck her like this forever, never wanting this feeling to end.

“Oh, god, Blaze,” she whimpered as I fucked her, her fists clenching on the blanket, desperate to hold herself steady. At this angle, I knew I was hitting her G-spot hard, my piercing hammering it relentlessly.

“That’s it, my little queen.” I drove into her, my stare locked on where we were joined, on how every thrust pushed more honey from inside her. “God, you take me so good. All you want is my cum, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, please.”

“Yeah, you do.” My hips slapped into hers, my movements growing frantic. “Play with your clit.” I thrust hard inside her, hearing her groan. But I knew the moment she obeyed, her small gasp punctuated by the delicious ripple of her pussy around my length. “That’s it, rub it nice and good. Flick it just like I do with my tongue.”

“Blaze…” she panted, her body quaking like she was about to come again.

I gritted my teeth, staving off my orgasm as I slammed into her, making her whole body bounce.

“Yes, oh, god, yes.”

My vision blurred from pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good.” Thrust. “So fucking good on my cock. All I want is to come inside you again.” Thrust. “Show me how bad you want it, too. Come all over my cock. Show me how much you want my cum.”

My balls tightened as her back bowed and with a strangled scream, she came apart again around me, her walls cinching like a wet vise around my length and dragging me deeper. I shouted a curse as my orgasm tore through me, my cock erupting and filling her with ropes of thick cum.

Fuck. My head dropped back, my body carried with the waves of my release. Knowing I was filling her up and not a damn condom unlocked a kind of animal inside me that I didn’t know existed.

I rubbed gentle circles on the base of her spine, feeling her tremulous breaths start to steady as I slowly pulled myself out of her. Cum dripped off my cock and onto the floor but the only thing I cared about was her. Her stretched, glistening pussy leaking our desire.

Locking my teeth, I swiped the rush of moisture up with my fingers and pushed it back inside her, noting her gasp at the intrusion.

My chest heaved as I tenderly pushed any slickness back into her pussy for several minutes, and she said nothing, recognizing this was what I needed. I needed her to stay filled. I needed it like I needed oxygen, knowing she was holding my cum inside her. Pretending like it was filling her with my baby. It wasn’t possible and that was the only reason the fantasy was safe.

But was it just the illusion of safety? Because the truth was I could make it a reality if I wanted. If I dared. If it didn’t risk everything I’d fought so long to protect.

“What have you done to me, my little queen?” I rasped, “What have you done?”

Chapter 23

Harper

“Are they okay?” Paisley asked as soon as I smoked the first shelf.

I squinted, every breath coming a little easier when I saw no sign of mites on any of the sleeping bees.

“So far, all the sisters are looking good,” I said cautiously.

Carefully, I pulled out the remaining shelves, Paisley hovering over my shoulder and waiting for my assessment after each one. Everyone looked healthy, but that was the smaller half of the battle. The hive was still in a very precarious state. It needed more workers to make enough honey to sustain the community through the winter. To do that, there needed to be more sisters, and for there to be more sisters, the hive needed a new queen. And a new queen took two weeks to grow.

“Harper?”

“Yeah, Pais?” I asked, gingerly reaching for the final shelf where the queen would be. I anxiously skimmed over the honeycombed cells, afraid my heart would break all over again if there was no queen and she melted down again.

“Do you see her?” Her voice had dropped to a whisper.

I wished Blaze were here, just in case, but he’d gone to meet with Wade this afternoon to prepare for their final appearance in front of the judge this coming week. I’d hoped to give the hive a few more days before checking on them, especially with Paisley. However, as soon as Blaze left, it was the only thing she wanted to do, and I was terrible about saying no.

“Harper?”