Man Who Should be King by Mlyn Hurn Page B

body, exactly where he wanted to be. The enticing wiggling she did
only increased his need and hardened his cock.
    The complete stillness of her body told him she was totally
aware of what had happened. He didn’t bother to hide his pleasure or surprise.
    “God! You feel so sweet, my love. I want to be inside you
every day. At night we can experiment with lots of new and interesting ways to
make love. Then in the morning, when I awaken all hard and horny, my cock will
easily slip into your wet and dripping cunt. At this rate I’m sure you will be
pregnant within the month.”
    Syranna relaxed her body as she spoke. “And if I am not,
will you go away and not come back? Write me off as a bad investment?”
    “No, we’ll just keep trying. I’ll schedule a break in my
workday and come to bed you in the early afternoon. Three times a day should
manage to plant a baby in this flat belly of yours.”
    Marcus had begun moving his hips back and forth, and his
cock slid out to the rim and then back in a few inches. He lowered his hand to
her clit and used the wetness to cover his fingers as he began to bedevil her
still over-sensitized flesh. Just a few touches and Syranna’s hips were
grinding and wiggling back into his body, while her cunt muscles contracted and
tried to hold him tight.
    As he felt her body lose control he sped his own thrusts up,
wanting to come inside her during her climax. Over and over he shot hot streams
of semen into her fertile body. When he finished, he made her lie with her
pelvis elevated.
     
    “What are you doing?” she questioned him, beginning to think
of the world outside her bedroom once again. “I need to get up.”
    Marcus easily slid one leg across her calves and his arm
over her upper body, successfully pinning her in place. “As the mistress here,
you can lie here a little bit longer.”
    “Perhaps, but this position is ridiculous,” Syranna
protested quickly.
    Marcus’ grin told her she was not going to like his answer
even before he spoke. “I am increasing the odds of our joining.”
    Syranna struggled once again, but Marcus’ superior strength
held her easily. “We’ve had sex, so there are no reasons for betting…”
    Marcus laughed, shaking his head. “No, my love. I am
increasing the chance that my seed will bear fruit in your luscious womb. I
must confess that until recently, the thought of begetting an heir seemed a
tedious task to be undertaken.”
    His arm shifted and his hand slid down and in between her
relaxed thighs, which had fallen apart naturally in the elevated position. The
feel of his big, warm hand cupping her mound and his fingers curling inward was
intoxicating. Just the thought of him touching her supersensitive flesh was
enough to get her hot. Since she was already wet from his earlier seeding, her
new moisture mingled with it. When one finger slid between the folds of her
pussy and searched for her clit, her hips jerked automatically. The realization
that her body was seeking the sweet magic his fingers could make caused her
cheeks to flame.
    On her logical, rational and clear thinking level, she knew
Marcus was no wizard or master of magic. But her body was recognizing that he
was a master of her body. Or he certainly had easily discovered just what it
took to make her fire out of control and now want his touch, even when she
should have been completely sated.
    Abruptly Syranna realized that Marcus had not yet actually
touched her clit, even though her hips had lifted several times, seeking his
intense touch. She flushed hotly as she recalled that he had almost touched her when the intense anticipation she was experiencing had brought on
the climactic response she’d had. His voice came to her softly, interrupting
her chaotic thoughts.
    “Since I’ve met you, Syranna, the thought of my child
growing inside your belly seems to dominate my every waking moment. I want you
pregnant and back with me as soon as possible. Vikalla is your true