Chapter 49—day... I don’t know, fuck!

Rosie

My eyes fluttered open as rays of morning light streamed through the window, and I blinked, trying to orient myself and take in where I was because everything felt hazy. I felt sore everywhere, my muscles aching, but beneath the soreness was a constant thrumming arousal. That was when I became aware that he was already hard inside me again, still buried deep from last night.

He hadn’t taken his cock out of me the entire night we’d slept connected.

I used my hands to cover my face in embarrassment, feeling heat flood my cheeks.

Fuck. As I tried to shift and detach myself, he immediately pulled me back against his chest with a possessive growl and gently thrust into me. His cock, which was already rock hard and thick inside my sensitive pussy, and I gasped at the sensation of him moving in my oversensitive body.

It started gentle, almost tender, with slow, deep rolls of his hips, but within moments the rut took over completely, and he was pounding into me from behind with primal, insatiable, possessive need.

His hands gripped my hips bruisingly tight as he fucked me harder and faster, chasing his own release while I could do nothing but take it and moan helplessly into the pillows.

"Fuck," I whimpered as pleasure built rapidly despite the soreness. "Jude, please—"

But he didn’t respond; he couldn’t form coherent sentences, as all that came from his throat were growls, snarls, and animalistic sounds. Jude’s hands were constantly touching me, scenting me and marking me with his smell like he needed everyone to know I belonged to him.

He buried his face in my neck, breathing me in deeply, and I felt his tongue lap at my claiming mark, sending electric shocks of pleasure straight to my core. My wall responded involuntarily, clenching around his pistoning cock, and he groaned deep and feral at the sensation.

Fuck! My body shuddered from pleasure. When I finally came, it was like a tidal wave triggering his own orgasm. He buried himself deep, and I felt him pulse inside me, flooding me with more cum, adding to what was already there from last night until I felt impossibly full.

After we both came down gasping for breath, I realized my throat was absolutely parched and my stomach was empty and growling. I needed water and food desperately.

"Jude," I croaked out. "I need water."

But this caveman of my mate didn’t let me go or didn’t pull out and give me space. Well, I didn’t think I could feel my legs even if I wanted to go.

Instead, he simply lifted me with his cock still buried inside me while I squeaked in surprise, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he carried me, his cock completely buried in me from the bedroom to the kitchen.

He sat me on the counter long enough to grab a glass and fill it with water, holding it to my lips while I drank greedily. Then he pulled out a bottle of vitamins and some protein bars, feeding them to me while his other hand stayed possessively on my hip and his cock remained half-hard against my thigh.

The moment I swallowed the last bite, he pushed me back roughly against the counter and pummeled back inside me in one brutal thrust.

I cried out at the sudden intrusion, my hands scrambling for purchase on the smooth counter as he pounded into me rough and fast. Dishes crashed to the floor around us, breaking on impact, but neither of us cared because all that mattered was this connection that needed this overwhelming heat frenzy.

"Mine," he snarled, the first coherent word he’d managed all morning. "My mate. My beautiful female."

His possessive claiming words sent heat pooling in my belly, and I felt myself getting wetter, clenching around him desperately. I couldn’t form rational words anymore either, just breathy moans and whimpers as he used my body.

I felt his knot start to swell, catching on my vagina with each thrust, and then he buried himself deep and locked us together while still standing. The position was so awkward and intense that he had to lean me back against the wall for support as his knot expanded, fully trapping us.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, burying his face in my neck. "So tight around my knot, squeezing me, milking me."

We stayed locked together like that for what felt like forever, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me again and again with his release. When his knot finally deflated enough to slip free, I felt his cum immediately start leaking out of me, dripping down my thighs and onto the kitchen floor, creating a small puddle.

He didn’t seem to care about the mess. Instead, he simply lifted me again and carried me to the living room, positioning me facing the wall with my hands braced against it for support.

"Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice rough and thick with arousal.

My body obeyed immediately, widening my stance, and then he was entering me from behind with one rough thrust that made me cry out. This angle was even deeper and more primal that I felt completely at his mercy.

His hands braced on either side of mine against the wall, caging me in as he pounded into me relentlessly. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with my desperate moans and his feral growls.

I felt his teeth sink into my shoulder, not a claiming bite, just a possessive mark, and I cried out at the sharp pleasure-pain of it. He lapped at the small wound, soothing it while never stopping his brutal pace. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"I’m going to bump you full," he growled against my ear. "I’m going to fill you with my pups. I’m going to breed you over and over until it takes."

His filthy breeding talk should have embarrassed me, but instead it only made me hotter and wetter and more desperate. "Yes," I begged shamelessly. "Please breed me, fill me up; I want it."