Page 146 of Specter Bred

All Sammy managed in response was a low groan.

Maeve giggled, clearly delighted by the way Farm Boy had completely buffered beneath her.

I moved closer to them now, wanting to watch as she sank down on his length.

"I'll tell you when I'm about to anchor you," she said. "It's going to feel…" she searched for the words, so I stepped in.

"Like her pussy is strangling your cock."

Farm Boy's pupils blew wide.

"Your instinct is going to be to pull out. Don't. You could get hurt. Try to push even deeper if possible. It may feel uncomfortable at first, but I promise you'll like it, Sammy," Maeve continued, lining him up with her entrance.

Her core stretched wide as she guided the head of his cock to her entrance and notched it inside. Little by little, her hungry pussy began swallowing inch after inch of it.

"I'd like anything you did to me," Sammy said with a groan as Maeve sunk down further on his cock.

Every muscle in Farm Boy’s body went taut as Maeve moved, rolling her hips forward with deliberate control. His jaw clenched, and from the strained sound that left him, what she was doing clearly felt incredible.

“How’s that feeling, Farm Boy?” I asked with a smirk. “You like getting ridden by your alpha?”

Sammy tried to answer, but Maeve moved faster, and the words broke apart in his throat.

“Y-yeah,” he choked out, gripping her thighs tighter. “It's like heaven, sir.”

I chuckled and moved in behind Maeve, straddling Farm Boy’s legs as I settled close enough for him to feel my weight join theirs.

Hayes tensed beneath us. “Uh, sir?”

Maeve immediately covered his mouth with one hand, which made me grin.

I ignored him and lowered my face to the crook of her neck, breathing her in until her scent filled my lungs and settled the restlessness inside me. My teeth grazed the spot where I would eventually mark her, lingering there just long enough to make her shiver. Maeve tilted her head farther to the side without hesitation, offering me more access and making it perfectly clear she wanted the bite.

I wanted it too.

But not yet.

I wasn’t planning to mark her until we dual-locked each other, and this wasn’t where I intended for that to happen.

A dual lock carried more risk than a standard mating lock, and once it happened, the two of us would be physically tied together for far longer than usual. There would be no quick way of separating if something went wrong, no reacting fast if a threat appeared. For that stretch of time, we would be vulnerable in a way I wasn't willing to gamble with.

Plus, when I finally marked her, I wanted Maeve somewhere comfortable, not sprawled across the floor of a dusty, half-rotted fire lookout that creaked every time the wind blew.

“Mark me,” she whispered, breathless.

I kept my mouth close to her ear. “I’m not marking you until we dual-lock, and I’m not doing that until I know I can keep you safe and comfortable through every second.”

Her breathing hitched.

“When it happens, Archer, I want no interruptions, no unnecessary risks, and no question that you’re protected.”

“So you’re not going to fuck me tonight?” she asked, frustration sharpening every word.

I couldn’t see her expression from behind, but I didn’t need to. I could practically picture her scowling, her alpha temper flaring.

“I didn’t say that, Teacup.”

She stilled.