Knotting His Rejected Breeder

Sonia’s POV

A low, broken sound escaped his throat.

He dropped to his knees in front of me.

His hands moved reverently over my swollen stomach. He leaned in and pressed a slow kiss just above my navel. Then another. And another. Like he was apologizing to our child with every touch.

"I’m so sorry," he murmured against my skin. "I should have been there. I should have protected you both."

Tears slipped down my cheeks.

I threaded my fingers through his hair.

"You’re here now."

He looked up at me, eyes glistening.

Then he rose.

His hands found the ties of my nightgown. He undid them slowly, carefully, like I was something precious he was afraid to break. The fabric slid from my shoulders and pooled at my feet.

I stood completely naked before him.

Ramon’s breath caught.

His gaze moved over me—my full breasts, my rounded belly, the curve of my hips. His eyes darkened with raw hunger, but there was something deeper in them. Awe.

"You’re carrying my child," he whispered, voice thick. "You’re so beautiful it hurts."

He stepped closer.

His hands traced the scars on my palms from the battle, thin white lines that would never fully fade. He lifted one hand to his lips and kissed each scar gently.

"I did this to you," he said, voice breaking. "I let you get hurt."

I shook my head. "No."

I reached for him.

My fingers found the silver scar on his ribs, the wound that had nearly killed him. I traced it slowly, feeling the raised, sensitive skin.

"You survived," I whispered. "For me. For us."

His breath hitched.

We undressed each other with trembling hands.

His shirt came off first. Then his pants. He stood bare before me, strong and scarred and so painfully beautiful. His cock was already hard, thick and heavy, leaking at the tip.

We moved to the bed.

Ramon helped me lie down, propping pillows behind my back so I was comfortable. He settled between my legs carefully, mindful of my belly. His hands never stopped moving—stroking my thighs, my hips, the heavy curve of my stomach.

"I’ve missed you," he said, voice rough. "Every part of you."

He leaned down and kissed me.

It started slow. Tender. Then it deepened. Months of longing poured into that kiss. His tongue slid against mine, tasting, claiming. I moaned into his mouth, my hands running down his back.

He broke the kiss and moved lower.

His mouth found my breasts.

I gasped as he took one sensitive nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently at first, then deeper, his tongue swirling around the peak. Milk had started coming in, and he groaned at the taste, sucking harder, hungry for me.

The other breast received the same attention. His hand kneaded the soft flesh while his mouth worshipped the nipple. Pleasure shot straight between my legs.

"Ramon..."

He moved lower.

He kissed every inch of my belly, whispering soft words to our child. Then he settled between my thighs.

His breath ghosted over my soaked folds.

"Look at you," he groaned. "So wet for me."

Then his mouth was on me.

I cried out, my fingers tightening in his hair.

He licked me slowly, savoring every inch. His tongue traced my folds, then circled my swollen clit with firm, steady strokes. He sucked gently, then harder. Two thick fingers slid inside me, curling just right.

I moaned loudly, my hips rolling against his face.

He devoured me.

His tongue was relentless. His fingers thrust deep and slow. My thighs trembled around his head. The pleasure built fast, coiling tight in my belly.

"Ramon... I’m—"

"Come for me," he growled against my pussy. "Let me taste you."

I shattered.

The orgasm crashed through me, hard and long. I cried out his name, my body shaking as waves of pleasure rolled over me. He didn’t stop, licking me through every pulse until I was whimpering, oversensitive and breathless.

He finally pulled back, his mouth shiny with my juices. His eyes were dark, wild.

"I need you," he said, voice rough.

He moved up my body carefully, mindful of my belly. He kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

"Please," I whispered against his lips. "I need you inside me."

Ramon positioned himself between my legs. His cock was hard, thick, and leaking. He rubbed the head against my slick folds, teasing us both.

Then he pushed in.

We both moaned.

He went slow, inch by inch, stretching me open after so long. The feeling was overwhelming.

"Fuck... Sonia," he groaned, burying his face in my neck. "You feel so good. So tight around me."

He bottomed out and stayed there, letting me adjust. His arms trembled as he held himself up, careful not to put weight on my belly.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as much as I could.

"Move," I begged. "Please."

He started thrusting.

Slow at first, deep and steady. Every stroke dragged against that perfect spot inside me. His hips rolled with controlled power, like he was savoring every second. His mouth found my breasts again, sucking and licking while he fucked me.

I was lost in him.

In the way he filled me.

In the way his wolf brushed against mine, purring with satisfaction and peace.

In the way he looked at me like I was everything.

"Harder," I moaned. "I can take it."

Ramon growled and picked up the pace. His thrusts became deeper, more urgent. Skin slapped against skin. The bed creaked beneath us. My moans mixed with his low groans.

He reached between us and rubbed my clit with his thumb.

I came again, clenching hard around him.

"Ramon!"

He cursed, his rhythm faltering.

"I’m close," he panted. "So close..."

"Come inside me," I whispered. "Fill me."

With a deep, broken groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came.

His cock pulsed inside me, hot and thick. He kept thrusting through it, riding out every wave. His body shook against mine. He pressed his forehead to mine, breathing hard.

We stayed like that for a long time.

Connected.

Breathing each other in.

When he finally pulled out, he rolled to the side and pulled me gently against him. His hand rested protectively over my belly. He kissed my temple, my cheek, my lips.

"I love you," he whispered. "I’ve loved you for so long. I’m never letting you go again."

Tears slipped down my cheeks.

"I love you too."

He held me closer, his hand stroking my belly in slow circles.

Our child kicked softly beneath his palm.

We both smiled.

For the first time in months, everything felt right, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered how long this peace would last.

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