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  She should probably be a little more embarrassed by it, but before she can even think about blushing, he's pressing his cockhead inside her again and it feels too good for her to regret anything.

  He slams home, fucking into her and licking her neck, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. She's already come. She's pretty sure from how wet she feels all over that he's come multiple times too, but it's still not enough somehow. she clings to him.

  "How do you feel, baby?" he asks.

  "Good," she answers, tightening her grip around his torso, wrapping her legs around his hips for good measure. She meets him thrust for thrust and is grateful that he doesn't find the need to slow.

  The bed's headboard bangs against the wall and the lamp on the book is perilously close to falling over the edge. He slams in once, twice, and-

  It's down.

  She can't help but giggle, which he takes for him not doing a good enough job or her not paying enough attention because his hands are on her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples.

  "Ah, ah," she gasps.

  He's wild and demanding, wanting her full attention as he pushes himself into her. His voice is raw, wrecked while making fervent promises and lavishing filthy praises, telling her that he's going to take such good care of her, that she'll never ever leave him.

  She loves ever second of it, loves how he holds her like he's afraid to let go, how he pounds into her like he doesn't care that he's leaving bruises all over her body, how his teeth sinks deep into the skin of her shoulders, the pain and pleasure juxtaposing so wonderfully that her brain is having a hard time differentiating the two and it doesn't actually matter as long as he's still inside her, thrusting into her until he's shaking apart above her and coming, pulsing hot and sticky deep inside of her.

  She's gasping for breath, exhausted beyond words even though she's sure she had passed out and come awake multiple times already. And then, comes the part that makes her lose consciousness multiple times. He gets harder and bigger and- "Ah, hurts," she whimpers. "Hurts, Daddy..." The title slips from her tongue easily and she can't bring herself to regret it, not when he's kisses all over her face and rubbing her stomach where the pressure is the worst and it hurts the most.

  "It's normal, darling. Just breathe and relax. You're doing so good. You take my cock so well, baby," he purrs.

  She cries a little, letting him coo and groom her, the flat of his tongue warm against her cheek as he licks up her tears.

  "It's okay. You're okay," he says.

  She groans and forces herself to relax, tries to breathe into the stretch. "You're too big," she whines.

  He chuffs. "You're too tiny, darling," he says, running a comforting, apologetic hand up and down her side and pressing kisses into her skin, trying to hold her still but she can't. Her body spasms and tenses everytime she so much as inhales and is reminded of his thick length inside her.

  When the stretch and burn finally stops and she can breathe again, he starts moving again, rolling his hips forward, pressing her into the sheets and she's crying for another reason altogether.

  It feels so, so good. She lets him rock against her and whisper promises in her ears, telling her that he'll fill her up, make her heavy with kits and take such, such good care of her. She'll never want for anything again. He'll give her everything she wants and so much more.

  He comes and comes inside of her, filling her so much that her body runs out of space for all the come and it spills out around his cock, wetting the inside of her thighs and their bodies where they are connected. He hums and twists them around as though the change in position would keep the come inside her.

  She cries out when she suddenly finds herself straddling him, sitting on top of his cock like she's riding him. He drags his fingers through her hair, peppering little kisses across her shoulders and licking at the bruises around her neck and shoulders. She doesn't need a mirror to know that there is a ring of bruises there now. He licks her throat, worrying the marks there.

  "You're alright, pet," he says. "Beautiful little thing. Look at you, so horny and slutty."

  She chews on her lower lip as she peers down at him for the first time. She hadn't noticed that he's as naked as she is right now, his broad chest bared and muscular in all the right places. She drags her palms up and down his chest, feeling the smooth, hard curves of his muscles. "Pretty,' she murmurs.

  He chuckles. "No, darling. You're the pretty one," he says, running his fingers over the curve of her hip, stroking her stomach, petting her thighs and pulling her down so she is taking his cock deeper again.

  She expects that he's done with her. He had come so many times already. But he doesn't stop fucking her hole, pulsing inside her and growing thicker every time she thinks that he's done, that surely he's all drained out. When comes continues to leak out from her pussy despite his thick cock plugging her hole, he wipes his fingers with the come and then pushes the wetness into her puckered anal hole.

  "No, no," she whimpers. It's wrong. It's dirty. "Don't-" she cries out.

  "It's okay, darling. Gotta fill you up here too," he says, swiping his finger over the cum and filling her anal hole with it too. It's so dirty, so perverse.

  Really, she ought to feel ashamed for coming to the feeling of his fingers inside her.

  Except she's not.

  Chapter Nine: Kidnap

  The press has a lot to say about the Most Eligible Bachelor of The Year settling down with someone who really just looks like a nobody. Except no one has managed to get a good picture of them together so far. In all the pictures the paparazzi has captured, she's hidden either by the bulk of his body, or by one of his many bodyguards.

  Tom knows something's not right with his boss is handling the young cat Shifter. He had looked into the young girl's history when he first realized that his employer's interest has turned into an obsession that does not look in any way shape or form, healthy, especially since within the first six hours of knowing her, he received reports that Mr. Kenzo has abandoned all sense of propriety and is fucking her in the office. At least he was cognizant enough to have guards at the door, preventing anyone from interrupting. Though Tom thinks that anyone stupid enough to interrupt them wouldn't live to tell the tale. It's just that normally, Shifters would find a better place to mate. Somewhere protected equipped with everything they need.

  Later, he does take her home and then he continue to fuck her for seven days straight, stopping only to gather some food from the dining room before taking it all back into the room with them.

  Mateo Snow hasn't taken a lover in his bed ever since the last disaster. He still find occasionally stories in tabloids from his ex-lover about how sex-crazed he is, how he would fuck and fuck until she's sore and he wouldn't even get tired. It had been consensual. Thankfully, she wasn't so terrible as to lie about that, but she thinks it's ridiculous. No one could live like that. No one should be able to fuck so much in a day. Almost twenty times, she said. Twenty! Thankfully, news like that doesn't to much to their stock-market.

  Scientists write research papers trying to explain how much animal characteristics Shifters have in their human form, why Werewolves has knots and Werecats can cum up to a hundred times a day. They had to turn away half a dozen requests last month.

  He suspects that there is something not quite right about the young girl as well, but not in a sense that would harm his employer. She is reserved and shy. Even after months of working in the confined space down in the basement with her colleagues, none of them appear to know her very well at all. She avoids eye contact, seeks comfort in repetitive motion of grooming her tail (her tail is something else he needed to take some use to), and most odd of all about her behavior is her ability to accept his employer's intense and sudden fixation on her without complaint.

  If he were someone else, he would blame it all on them being Werecats. But he's a Werewolf and this sort of behavior among Shifters is not natural. Then again... nothing about what they are now is natu
ral.

  "Sir," he tries to get his employer's attention. They're in the dining room and he's collecting more food for her. April somewhere inside the bedroom. He suspects she's biting her tail as they speak. He had done his research on that particular action. It is something cat shifters do when they're anxious or stressed. "Sir," he tries to get Mateo's attention again. It isn't often that he fixates on something like this.

  "Yes, Tom?" Mateo drawls. He does not appreciate the distraction. If he had the same ears April has, Tom knows it would be swiveled back and focused on April.

  "With all due respect, sir," he pauses and considers a way to phrase this kindly. He gives up. "This is kidnapping," he tells his employer point-blank.

  Mateo grins, feral and uncaring. 'Your point being-' goes unsaid.

  Tom had expected the man to grow annoyed. After all, he is speaking out of turn. Mateo isn't dumb. It's likely he knows exactly what he's doing. He just doesn't care about the repercussions.

  "She is free to leave whenever she wishes," he says.

  They both know that's bullshit. He hasn't allowed the young shifter out of his sight ever since he managed to capture her a few weeks ago. He had been bringing his work home. Even now, he notices the way his employer is cocking his head, listening in on the young shifter and making sure she's still there. He almost feels bad for her. "She's very young," he tries something else.

  Whenever he sees her, she looks like a deer caught in headlights, shell-shock and more than a little confused. Tom doesn't blame her. His employer can be very convincing and incredibly intimidating.

  "Maybe you should slow down a little," he suggests, trying to reason with the unreasonable man. Tom sometimes thinks he knows why he's so obsessed so quickly. Mateo had been trying to find a Cat Shifter for as long as he had been working for him and it is the first time in years that he had found one. The first person he had found other than the family he had lost in the days before- Tom shakes his head. He doesn't like to think about the days before. Everyone had family back then. He had his family back then.

  Any man in his position would be a little obsessive. To his credit, Mateo considers his advice for a second before offering him a grin that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand on edge. His fingers itch to reach for his gun, just in case, but he manages to keep himself from moving at all. "What do you suggest?"

  A little space, he thinks to himself. "Perhaps bring her out on a date?" he suggests. Something normal with a public audience so he's not trying to stick his tongue down her throat and groom her into what he thinks is a perfect mate.

  "A date," he echoes with that same shark-like smile. Mateo slaps his shoulder, "Good idea. Thank you."

  Tom only starts breathing once he is certain that Mateo is no longer in sight.

  He does bring her out on a date a few days later.

  Mateo books an entire restaurant and ends up fucking her on the table.

  Chapter Ten: Pregnant

  April stirs from her deep sleep with a keening sort of whimper. She feels aches throughout her entire body when she stretches and makes another soft whimper.

  "Shh... you're alright, darling," a soft sound from beside her says and she feels strong arms wrapped around her torso, pulling her close.

  "Oh," she gasps. It's been a month since she started seeing the older man and she's not so used to sharing her bed with him. "Good morning," she says softly.

  "Morning, baby," he says, rubbing his cheek against her neck.

  She likes being held like this. She remembers how she felt when her heat finally wore off and she woke in his arms that first week. Everything had felt so perfect. She had expected herself to panic. After all, she never liked change. Instead, she felt blissful, like she's exactly where she's supposed to be. Jack hadn't taken her new lover as well as she had, but he'll come around. She knows he's not really upset. He's just not used to her having a different Alpha now and it's not like he's coming home any time soon. He still has the world to travel.

  He kisses her neck, making her shiver and hiss when she feels him clamping his teeth on the nape of her neck. One swift move and he has her pinned underneath him, jaw closed onto her neck to keep her from moving.

  "Mateo?" she whimpers.

  "How're you feeling today, darling?" he asks, petting her budding breasts, massaging them.

  She cries out at the pressure on her breast and whimpers when he pinches the tips. Milk wets his fingers immediately. "Please," she cries, wanting more than just his fingers on her.

  He smiles and sinks down into her, plunging his cock inside her to fill her up again. It's how they start all their mornings now and she knows she will feel incomplete until he's done coming inside her at least once.

  "You like this, darling?" he asks once he's all the way inside her. He pinches her nipples, milking her slowly and licking his fingers when he gets them wet. Growling and unhappy with the position, he yanks himself back and away from her only to twist her around so that he can fuck her and suck on her nipples at the same time. At first, they had been worried about her milk drying out before her babies finally come into the world, but Mateo is more than glad to make sure that doesn't happen. He loves milking her, loves the taste of the cream from her breasts and particularly enjoys the little sounds she makes when he plays with her nipples.

  The pleasure is overwhelming and she cries out for him to slow down when he begins to piston into her, slamming into her hole so harshly that the headboard bangs against the wall. She's so glad they don't have neighbors.

  It doesn't take either of them to come like that, especially when he begins to rub her clit as he fucks her.

  He gives her a kiss on her lips, and then climbs down to kiss her stomach too. She hasn't begun to show yet.

  "Stay home and rest, okay?"

  She nods again. She hasn't felt like leaving ever since he brought her here. She knows part of the reason is because he had gotten her pregnant and she wants the safest place to raise her kits.

  Chapter Eleven: Escape

  The first time April misbehaves, he finds out straight away. Really, it's almost like she wants to get caught.

  He receives a call from one of her bodyguards.

  "Mr. Kenzo, sir," his voice comes through. "I'm sorry for bothering you, but Miss Snow appears to have left the condo. I've been tailing her and I'm just wondering if she had mentioned leaving?"

  Mateo's blood runs cold. The pen in his fingers snap in half. He's still talking, prattling on about how she's dressed warmly, so maybe she just means to go for a walk.

  Technically, she doesn't need permission to leave their home but- who was he kidding? He wants her to ask for permission without leaving. The man is trying to make it sound better than it is, but it appears she snuck out without letting anyone know and is hoping that she can get away with it.

  His fingers twitch in and out of fists and if he could, he would drop everything and hunt her down. He remembers the past several days, when he had taken the week off work and laid her out naked on their bed, fucking into her until she is nearly sobbing by the end of it, stretched open and dripping with his seed. She loveliest when she's pliant and controlled underneath him, too weak to do anything but let him move her body the way he wishes and fuck into her hole.

  The only reason why he is back at work is because she insists her heat is over. It's an anomaly for her to be having the heat in the first place. She's already three months pregnant, after all. He still remembers how outraged her brother had been when he called her one day and she decided to answer her phone while they were still in bed and he was rutting into her. Sweet kitten didn't see what the problem was whereas her brother was probably traumatized for a good long while.

  The thought of anyone seeing her so close to her heat and her travelling alone with her pregnant belly makes him cold with fear.

  Her bodyguard is still talking. "Oh! Sir! It seems she's heading your way!" he says.

  Mateo freezes. Of course. Stubborn kit. He breat
hes a sigh of relief and waits for her to reach his office.

  She is exhausted by the time she manages to reach his building and he has his men fetch her from the entrance and bring her up. She is a lovely sight, his too-large coat draped over her shoulders, heavy and big enough to hide all of her body. She pauses at the entrance and peers into the room. Her gaze lands on him, sitting with his legs crossed in an armchair, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a file of papers on the other.

  He watches her expression shift from one of panic to pure relief.

  "You should have gotten a car," he says.

  Her mouth opens and closes a few times. "I'm sorry," she whispers meekly, looking down. Her golden pupils are blown black and she smells divine, the tail-end of her heat evidently still clinging to her skin. She looks absolutely lovely, stomach slightly rounded, not so large this early in her pregnancy, but lovely and rounded enough that he can imagine his kits growing inside her.

  "Did you not think to call?" he demands.

  "I wasn't-"

  "Or at least send me a text so I wouldn't worry," he asks.

  She grimaces, her scent souring with guilt.

  He keeps his tone calm, but he wants to impress upon her the error of her ways. "You could've gotten hurt," he says.

  "I'm sorry," she says again, taking a step inwards so that the automatic doors can slide shut.

  "I've only been away for half a day and already, you've forgotten your manners."

  She freezes. Her mouth opens and closes a few times.

  "Come on, Baby. You know what to say," he prompts. He probably shouldn't enjoy how sacred she looks right now, but she's lovely like this too, timid and shivering a little.

  She licks her lips. "I'm- I'm sorry."

  Close, but not quite it.

  "I'm sorry, Daddy," she says softly.

  He softens considerably upon hearing that. "Come here, Baby," he coos and she is helpless to resist.

  She walks into his chest and wraps her arms around his waist as much as she can. He is still a giant compared to her and her stomach only makes it harder for her to reach around his torso. "I missed you," she whispers honestly and he smiles.