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  I grab my book off the nightstand and go to the living room, which connects to the kitchen. I debate having another stab at baking, but decide I really should order some cookbooks or something first. But I haven’t had much desire to leave the house. I want to keep the outside world away from us.

  I’ve wonder if my mom has been trying to get a hold of me. I know I was supposed to meet with a potential husband a few days ago, but the day came and went and nothing happened.

  Sitting on the sofa I’m surprised when I hear a knock at the front door. I glance towards the way Vlad went out and wonder what I should do. I have a strong feeling he wouldn’t like me answering the door. Plus, I’m only wearing his shirt.

  “Tabitha, open the door right this minute.”

  I feel a knot form in the pit of my stomach when I hear my mother’s voice. I clutch my book in my hands, desperate to do anything but face her. But I know I have to. I can’t keep living in fear that I’ll be taken from Vlad at any moment.

  I drop the book down on the table and make my way over to the door. Opening it, I see my mother looking disheveled. She pushes past me into the house.

  “Mother, you can’t just come into Vlad’s house. He hasn’t invited you,” I tell her, straightening my back. I really have no reason to fear her now. She can’t hurt Alena anymore, and deep down I know Vlad will never let me go. Even if that means we have to run away together. I would do that without a second thought. I won’t lose him. I know there are laws in place that would rip us apart.

  “Oh, your own mother isn’t invited into your husband’s house?” Her gaze fixes on the ring Vlad put on my finger the night we arrived here. He said he saw it and knew it was made for me.

  I look down at the beautiful ring. It’s a simple band studded with diamonds. It’s made for a woman who knows her hands will be busy, and I plan on running a house and taking care of our children. It’s perfect - the most beautiful ring I’d ever seen.

  “We aren’t married,” I tell her, adding a hard, “yet.”

  “I saw the marriage paper. Signed by the king himself!” she snaps back. “How dare you go and break tradition!” She shakes her head. “You always did think you were better than everyone.” I have no idea what she’s talking about, and I wonder if she’s drunk. I mean, more drunk than normal.

  “What the fuck are you doing in our home?” Vlad’s voice is so low and deadly it makes me jump. I didn’t hear him come in. He drops all the logs he was carrying and moves towards us, clearly on a mission.

  “You were told you weren’t allowed within a hundred miles of here.” he continues clearing the distance between my mother and him quickly.

  “One hundred miles? She doesn’t even live that far from here how could…” I trail off, putting together what he’s saying. My mother isn’t allowed here?

  “You were given your orders and five days to clear out, but here you stand, tempting your fate, and I’m the wrong one to tempt it with.” He leans towards my mother, leveling her with a hard stare. “You know I wanted to do more than make you leave. The only reason I didn’t push is because my princess is sweet and soft at the core, and even if she doesn’t care for you, you’re still her mother. She wouldn’t like knowing I wanted you stripped of all your titles and left in the streets.”

  I gasp at Vlad’s words. He looks over at me. That deadly look he had slips away. “I won’t let anyone think they can scare you. Or have you live in fear of someone. She sealed her fate the day she stopped acting like a mother and didn’t protect what was brought into this world to be mine.” My heart melts a little more for this man. I don’t know how he keeps doing that, but he does.

  “Tabitha.” My mother says it as a plea, softer than I’ve ever heard her speak.

  “Mother, just go before he changes his mind. Before I change my mind about it, too,” I tell her.

  “Tabitha,” she tries again, and this time I can’t stop myself from yelling.

  “Go! And forget Alena and I ever existed. Forget that you were ever a mother!” I shout, watching anger twist her face. I’m thankful for it. For the first time in my life I’m happy to see the anger on her face. It makes it all easier. “Not that you were ever one to begin with.”

  Her mouth falls open a little, and I can tell she is about to say something, but a low growl fills the room and she returns her attention to Vlad. She hears the warning and nods. She turns and walks out the door, and I push it closed behind her, not taking my eyes from Vlad.

  “Are we married?” I ask him. I see a sheepish look cross his face.

  “Don’t be mad,” he says, putting his hands up like I might attack him.

  He’s right, because as soon as I hear the words, I run at him, jumping into his arms. He catches me easily, and I take his mouth with mine in a deep, hard kiss.

  When I pull back I notice I’m flat on my back of the sofa, with him looming over me.

  “I might have made some demands to the king.”

  “You’re such a caveman.”

  “It was pissing me off, people saying you weren’t mine.” He growls again, making me laugh.

  “What if I wanted a wedding?” I ask him, still smiling. I watch his eyes go soft for me like they always do when he gets me where he wants me.

  “Do you want one? I’ll give you one if you do. You know I’ll give you anything you ask for.”

  “No,” I tell him. I don’t have to think about it. One would think with how I like to dress up I’d be all too happy to have a wedding, but I don’t want one. All I want is to be locked away with Vlad. I don’t want to take the time for a wedding when I can spend my time right here beneath my caveman husband.

  Chapter Eight

  Vlad

  I watch Tabitha and Alena in the garden talking to one another. She looks over at me and winks, then gives me a small wave. I feel an ache in my heart to go to her and hold her, but I remain still, letting them talk.

  She wanted to tell Alena what happened with her mom and about how we’re married now. I hear the two of them giggle and snort, and then Roman laughs beside me.

  “Thank you for putting the royal decree through for me,” I tell him.

  “Well, you’re welcome, but it wasn’t like you gave me much choice.”

  “Oh, really?” I pretend not to know what he’s talking about.

  “Yes, I believe when you threatened to remove my balls and feed them to the hounds, that was when I decided it was in my best interest to give you what you wanted.”

  I smile and take a sip of my drink.

  “Well, that and the mad look you had in your eyes. I knew it all too well. And I knew I would do anything to make it happen. So, by law, she’s yours now.”

  “As it should be,” I say, nodding to him.

  “I’m glad that Alena has her close. I would do anything to keep a smile on her face.”

  “We have the same goal,” I agree as the ladies come back over to join us.

  Tabitha comes straight to me, and I pull her into my lap. Her body curls up, and she lays her head on my chest. We sit there for a long time in the sunshine, letting time pass. At some point Roman and Alena leave us, because when I finally look around I realize we are alone.

  “It’s a beautiful day,” Tabitha says, sitting up to look at me.

  I tuck a strand of her dark hair behind her ear and see the sun shining like a halo behind her.

  “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I say, kissing each cheek before kissing her lips.

  We sit that way for hours, just kissing and holding each other. It’s the start of a new life for us, and I want to savor every second of it. Starting today.

  I’ve got my whole world in my arms, and there’s more of it to come. Our real story is just beginning, and I can’t wait to turn the page.

  Epilogue

  Vlad

  Nine months later…

  I bury my tongue in her sweet pussy and lick up her cream. Her legs are spread wide, and her orgasm is still
pulsing through her as I climb on top of her and slide my cock inside.

  “Fuck. You’re so tight,” I grit through my teeth, and slowly ease in and out, trying not to cum too soon.

  “Harder, Vlad.”

  I hold back, not giving her what I know she wants. Her belly is so round, and her full breasts are ripe with milk. I watch as a drop rolls down the side of one, and I lick my lips, wanting to taste it. Instead I stay where I’m at. I don’t want to lean over and put too much weight on her. She could go any day now.

  “I can’t,” I say as I pull out and go back between her legs to eat her pussy again.

  Her protests turn to incoherent babbles as I suck her clit and get her off again. She’s so quick to get off since she got pregnant, demanding my cock every hour of the day. I’ve been more than happy to ease her ache, but I can’t give it to her the way she begs for it. I know she wants me hard and deep, but I have to be careful. So instead, every time she asks, I eat her pussy until she cums on my tongue, and that seems to be enough.

  “Fuck me, Vlad. I need your cock to fill me.”

  I sit up and slide my steel-hard cock back into her warm embrace. It’s almost painful, how tight she is, and for a second I bottom out inside of her and feel my balls press against her lush ass.

  She moans loudly, and I do it again, unable to deny her any longer. I grip her hips that have spread as her belly has grown. The round curves of her body are perfect to hold on to.

  I watch as she runs a finger over one of her nipples and wets it with her cream. Then she brings it to my mouth, and I hungrily suck it off. It’s like gasoline has been poured on fire, and I’m an animal gone wild. I thrust harder and harder until Tabitha is clawing my chest and screaming out another orgasm.

  Plunging inside one last time, I follow her over the edge into paradise. Thick jets of cum fill her pussy to the point that it drips down the side. She can’t hold all that I have to give her, and I watch it spread between us. The sight is filthy and only turns me on all over again.

  “You did that on purpose,” I say, trying to catch my breath.

  Tabitha laughs and gives me a wicked smile.

  I lie down beside her and pull her into me. I nestle her against my chest and then throw my leg over hers while my hand rests possessively on her belly.

  “Mine,” I say, and nibble on her shoulder.

  “One of these days I might not like your caveman behavior so much.” She wiggles her ass against me, and I give it a little spank.

  “Wanna bet?” I move my lips to her neck and then kiss a trail back to her shoulder.

  “I’d never bet against you. You’d cheat.”

  “You’re probably right. There’s no way I’d take a chance on losing anything to do with you. You’re my world, and you’re about to make it even better.” I rub her belly again and close my eyes. “I love you, Tabitha.”

  “I love you, too, Vlad. And especially your inner caveman.”

  I growl against her skin, and she giggles. It’s the sweetest sound, and I vow to spend the rest of my life making sure I get to hear it.

  Epilogue

  Vlad

  Twelve years later…

  I watch my princess as she plays with our children. They’re running around at the fair that came into town this weekend. God, I didn’t think she could get more beautiful than the first day I laid eyes on her, but here we are, all these years later, and she is. She throws her head back, and her dark, lustrous hair bounces as she laughs at something one of our sons says to her. Then she leans down and kisses him.

  Whatever he said to her earned him a pile of tickets to go on more rides. I still wonder how that body of hers gave birth to five boys. Two pregnancies had been twins. I didn’t think women loved being pregnant, but she did. Motherhood was something she was born to do.

  I lucked out with our last child. I thought my wife was going to murder me one night in my sleep if she didn’t get a little girl. She had a little girl’s room made up the third time she found out she was pregnant, sure it would be a girl that time, only to find out she was expecting twin boys. She was still excited at the thought of having twins, but I knew she longed for a daughter.

  Our baby girl came into the world with all the attitude her mama has. She had us all wrapped around her little finger like Tabitha from the moment she bellowed out that first scream in the delivery room. She also looked almost identical to her, and I thanked God that day that I had five boys to help me keep an eye on her.

  Keeping an eye on her mama is hard enough at times. It doesn’t matter that she has a horde of kids always running around her feet, men still try to grab her attention. Like the one who is eyeing her now. He’s clearly not from around here and must be a tourist or something. I keep trying to see if maybe he has a kid with him and it’s just coincidence, but no kid has come near the man. And he keeps getting closer to my princess.

  “It’s perfect, Daddy.”

  I look down at my daughter, who has her hand in mine as she sits in a chair getting a butterfly painted on her cheek.

  “It is beautiful. But not as beautiful as you,” I tell her, making her smile even more.

  “She is beautiful.” I glance over at the boy standing with one of my twin boys Nathan. He reaches over to his friend and punches him in the arm.

  “Watch it,” he growls, and I have to hold in a laugh. My daughter rolls her eyes, looking more like her mother than ever.

  I glance back over to my princess, and now I see the man I’d been eyeing before is talking to her.

  “I got it, Dad,” my son tells me, taking my daughter’s hand from mine and holding it in his own.

  I lean down, kissing my daughter on the top of her head then ruffling my son’s hair before heading towards my wife. I can’t look away for two seconds and someone is trying to hit on her.

  I walk up behind her and wrap one arm around her waist, pulling her into my body. She molds to me like she always does, and I don’t even have to look at her face to know she likely just did the same eye roll our daughter did.

  “You’re standing too close to my wife,” I tell the man who has taken a few steps back.

  “Stan was just abou - ”

  “Stan was just leaving.” I cut my wife off. I’m sure she thinks he’s being polite and friendly, but I see through his shit. Saw it the second he started eyeing her. “Weren’t you, Stan?” I finish, giving him a look that sends him running without even a goodbye.

  Tabitha hits my chest. “You’re such a caveman.” I drag her to my chest and wrap both my arms around her.

  “He wanted you,” I tell her in a muted snarl.

  “You think everyone wants me,” she says, but she wiggles closer to me, twining her arms around my back. God, I’m lucky my jealousy and chest beating turn her on or this marriage would have had me groveling a lot. Not that I don’t enjoy when I’m on my knees for her. Like this morning when I had one of her legs over my shoulder…

  I lean down, pressing my lips to her mouth and tasting the cotton candy on her lips.

  “They want your sweetness,” I tell her.

  “You’re going to go without it if you keep it up,” she teases me.

  We both know that’s a lie. I take her mouth again, proving that she would never take herself from me. Not when she knows I need her to breathe.

  “Didn’t you know? The forbidden princess is always the sweetest.”

  THE END

  The Breeding Series

  by

  Alexa Riley

  Everything was fine until that innocent little rich girl walked into my garage. Since the second I laid my eyes on her, all I've wanted to do is get my dirty hands on her pure body.

  There's one minor obstacle standing in my way, but I've got a plan. All I've got to do is breed her, and she’ll be mine forever.

  Warning: This book is over-the-top, insta-love breeding. There's nothing but steamy scenes, babies trying to be made, and an obsessed bearded alpha hero claiming a virg
in who will be his forever. If you want it hot and dirty, this is it!

  *whispers* There's a sweet smutty surprise at the end!

  Copyright © 2015 by Alexa Riley. All rights reserved.

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  http://alexariley.com/

  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Edited by Aquila Editing

  Chapter 1

  Paine

  “Where the fuck did that piece of ass come from?” Pulling my head out from under the hood of the car, I follow Butch’s line of sight. He lets out a low whistle while staring out one of the garage doors. Irritation and jealousy shoot through my body, and I have no fucking clue why. Maybe it’s the way he said it or the tone of his voice, but I look past him to see what he’s talking about.

  The blonde we both have our eyes on now looks like she stepped off a runway. Or what I’m guessing a runway model would look like. Although from the pictures I’ve seen in magazines of models, her curves are better. Her platinum-blonde hair hangs all the way to her waist where the ends start to curl. It makes me want to wrap my finger around one of them, grab a fistful of it as I pump my cock inside her. I wonder how she’d moan as I drove in and out of her.