She's the last woman I should touch.
The rival clawing for the same inheritance I've bled for, trapped with me in this snow-choked cabin where the fire's roar drowns out our snarls. Defiant. Impulsive. All sharp edges and denial, like she can outrun the isolation that's carved her hollow. But I see it-the obsessive hunger she masks, the way her body betrays her when I back her against the splintered wall.
I wreck her control because that's what beasts do.
Pin her writhing form to the fur rugs, drive deep with rough thrusts meant to breed her full. Sweat slicks our skin as the hearth flames lick shadows across her curves, my hands gripping hips that buck against mine. She whispers confessions in the dark, broken syllables about surrender she swore she'd never give. And me? I'm chained by her scent, growling devotion I never planned to feel while I pump seed meant to swell her belly taut under my fingertips.
This isn't alliance. It's possession.
Our legacy twists into something visceral-her womb the battlefield where rival claims collide in fertile heat. One brutal night bleeds into the next, her nails raking my back as I take her again, denying the vulnerability cracking us both. She craves the unbreakable tie, the family no one's ever given her. I promise it with every load I bury inside.
But if I fill her completely, what breaks?
Her hard-won world. My armored heart. The inheritance we both need to survive. She's fighting fate itself, terrified of the throne won on her knees for me.
A full-length breeding rough-sex fertile impregnation erotic romance featuring a defiant reluctant heir and her possessive rugged rival. Includes themes of intentional impregnation and savage possession.
