Page 83 of Condemned

Chapter Thirty

You can come.Words she was frantic to hear.

Avalon let out a strangled cry as she stiffened, her muscles locking. For an eternity nothing registered except his tongue and lips pulling at her clit, his fingers in her, and how thoroughly he owned her. Pleasure destroyed her. She would swear she almost died, her heart threatened to give out, and breathing, breathing was optional.

Before she’d quite decided she was alive, he had entered her in one, long, glorious thrust that rattled her teeth and the chains. Arms still above her head, she kept her eyes shut to savor this.

She wanted to feel it all, every parting of her flesh, every sizzling awakening each new time he speared in, as if they were new and she was made a virgin.

Nice idea. It just felt so fucking good.

When she ended up clawing at his back with bared claws, he only laughed in her face and nuzzled her neck, fastened his own claws in her there, and rammed in that final time as she felt the swell of his cock carrying the load of hot cum, and it filled her gloriously.

When he finally pulled her over onto him, rolling on the blanket, cuddling her chains and all despite all the mess they’d made, she found herself matching his rattling rumble with her own contented purrs.

“That was...” she sighed, unwilling to wrap up what had just happened with words that could never describe her and his complicated power-play, emotions, and sensations, with any real justice. “Not bad,” she finally settled for, nudging at his chin with the top of her head.

“You know, girl, you just earned a birching and a fucking at our next stop.”

She giggled. “Sorry, but only a tiny bit.” She squirmed on his chest, his warmly comforting and rather massive chest, and stuck her nose to him, inhaling. “I think I will like your birching.”

“Huh. We will get creative then. I have ways and imagination.”

“Oh.” That whole chain inserted in her notion had been scary, but she wasn’t reminding him.

Though it felt as if she’d shut her eyes for only a few minutes, he rocked her shoulder, nipped her ear.

“Let’s go. We should leave.”

She sighed and crawled to her feet, held up her cuffed hands to him.

The key to the cell turned out to also work on the lock on her cuffs. Freed, she rubbed her wrists. Still naked. Takk fetched clothes for her—leggings, underwear, shirt, boots, and coat, from a bag he’d left outside the cell. Everything was black. Had he raided some spy’s wardrobe?

“Thank you.” She smiled at him, and he patted her head, caressed her there even, and shame of shames, she loved it.

She was in awe at how he’d established this new dynamic between them. Flip-flopping from admiration but annoyance at his ways, to respecting him far more and wanting to, well, kneel at his feet and be patted?

From the same bag that had held the clothes, Takk pulled the scent bottle. He sprayed her, getting her to turn. “That should be enough to get us through town. We’re going to ride out straight away and head home. Let’s go.”

Her skepticism returned as she followed Takk from the cell.

If he reverted to being an asshole, she’d be sad, angry, and probably slap him. That might be dangerous. Still, she would do it. The potential for the future made her heart wring itself out over and over, and whimper like a puppy that’s finally found a home.

Ahead was a partly ajar door, rimmed with a rectangle of brightness. She slowed. “Takk.”

“Yes? We’re almost out. That’s the exit.”

Tentatively she went to him, feeling odd and half-expecting rejection.

“I want to thank you, for finding me again, and getting me out of here.” Her frown came and went, and she found herself clasping her hands together nervously.

His stern expression didn’t help until he opened his arms. “Come here. I’m sorry. The sex overwhelmed me. Your fault.” He smiled.

She walked into his embrace, sighing and wrapping her arms around him as far as they could reach—which wasn’t far.

“No thanking me. I know we rescued you from execution all those days ago, but I’m the one who set this up, then maybe you rescued me from my own stupidity upstairs. It gets too complicated to figure who should thank who.” He squeezed her then, after a pause, she felt him kiss the top of her head. “Thank you, Avalon.”

“Mmmm.” That had made up for his previous assholery by a lot.