Man Who Should be King by Mlyn Hurn

into
tiny contractions and lastly, shivers and quivers raced haphazardly through her
entire system, mind and body.
    She felt his fingers pulling out of her flesh seconds later
and saw Marcus moving above her. Her thighs spread without him saying a word.
She wanted him inside of her. From deep inside her body, there was something
ancient and as old as time calling out for her to mate with this male. It
didn’t make sense, but then maybe it wasn’t supposed to be logical.
    Marcus’ thrust seated the head of his cock just inside her
passageway. Her groan welcomed him, as did the tilting of her pelvis to aid his
entry. With his next thrust he was fully encased within her hot flesh. Opening
her eyes, she found Marcus staring down at her. The intensity she saw there
excited her, and it also alarmed her. This man was more than just inside her
body.
    In that moment she knew he was not going to let her
disappear like she had last time they had met. It was in his eyes—he considered
her his! She knew he didn’t think of her as property, but rather that he was a
male animal and he would keep, protect and defend his female. And he was going
to fuck her…and fuck her…whenever he pleased!
    “God! Syranna! Yes!”
    She watched his face as he thrust in and out of her body.
Her own climax was settled enough for her to observe him. Or that is what she
thought was going to happen. Something was happening inside her, but it was
building so slowly that she wasn’t aware of it like it had begun earlier. This
time it seemed to come from deep inside her body, and not from the stimulation
of her outer flesh. Shaking her head, she squeezed her inner muscles tight, and
immediately noticed the reaction in Marcus.
    “Syranna! Oh God!”
    She repeated the move as Marcus started to withdraw and his
reaction was instantaneous. She felt his shiver of surprise…or
something…seconds after it flashed through him.
    Marcus leaned down and kissed her lips quickly. “My love,
there will be a time and place for that…trust me. Just right now…oh God! Yes!”
    Syranna repeated the squeezing around his hard cock, liking
the effect she was having on him since he had given her such intense pleasure.
The next moment his movements sped up and he seemed to be delving as deeply
inside her body as possible. She felt like he was part of her all of a sudden,
and not just temporarily filling her belly.
    Acting instinctively, Syranna closed her eyes. She didn’t
want this to happen. She didn’t want to lose herself in this man! But she could
feel her hips moving, flexing and even squirming to increase the sensation she
got from each of his powerful strokes both in and out of her. Her body wasn’t
listening to her head. Soon she was moving to meet his thrusts, working her
hips and muscles until…yes!
    “Oh…oh…oh no!” she cried out even as Marcus shouted in
release.
    “Yes! Sweet heaven, yes!”
    Syranna couldn’t think anymore. Her body was out of control,
spasming wildly, her cunt muscles sucking on his cock as if her life depended
on what he could give. She was dimly aware of the heat inside her and she knew
he was filling her once again with his seed. Marcus jerked his hips hard
against her, releasing his life-giving force into her. But she was lost to it
all. Her climax swamped her and there was nothing left over to think about it.

Chapter Seven
     
    Marcus fell onto the bed beside Syranna. He was still
reeling from the feelings this joining had caused inside him. Now he knew for sure
that he had not made any kind of love to Syranna before. Something such as he
had just experienced could never be forgotten or mistaken for something else.
It was too hot and too pure to be anything but that. Love!
    His head was telling him it wasn’t possible to love this
woman. He barely knew her, and entangling their lives would not be easy. She
should be queen, and marrying her and producing an heir would cement their
world and maintain peace. The dynasty would