Emma’s POV
The packhouse rang with celebration for days.
And while the pack reveled, Richard could not keep his hands off my changing body.
My breasts had swollen noticeably in the past days—fuller, heavier, n*****s darker and more sensitive than ever. The first time milk beaded at the tips, I had blushed crimson. Richard had stared, eyes molten gold, then lowered his mouth and sucked, drawing the sweet drops onto his tongue like they were the most precious thing he’d ever tasted.
That first taste broke something in him.
Now he f***s me multiple times a day.
Yesterday, he found me in the bathing chamber, steam rising from the deep tub. I was leaning over the edge, testing the water temperature, when his hands slid around my waist from behind.
“You’re dripping already,” he growled ag
