She came to the cabin to escape the family name, not to inherit something else entirely. But the man waiting among the pines has no patience for the walls she has spent years constructing. He is rough with his hands, hungrier than anyone has ever been for the parts of herself she keeps locked away, and from the first night he takes her on the cabin floor she understands that surrender will not be simple or clean.

The breeding is what she needs to secure what is hers. He makes it something else each time he holds her down and fills her without restraint, his body demanding what his words never ask. She learns to need the fullness, the risk, the deliberate roughness of him finishing deep inside her again and again. Every encounter carries the weight of what they are making together and the danger of wanting it for reasons beyond strategy.

The legacy requires an heir. Her body has begun wanting one for entirely private reasons she cannot voice, not even to herself. By the time she recognizes how thoroughly he has claimed more than her fertile womb, the choice may already be sealed in the most primal way possible. She could secure everything and still lose herself in wanting this man to keep her, to breed her again, to make the act mean what it was never supposed to mean.

A full-length rough breeding erotic romance.