“Aye,” I breathed, finding myself leaning toward him. “I understand.”
“Och, nay, my wee human,” he chuckled, his hands moving to my shoulders, then down my arms, then back up again, making me shiver. “But ye will.”
When his palm cupped my breast, Ididunderstand, and I whimpered.
Partly in fear, partly in surprise, partly in…anticipation. I found myself swaying forward again, and when his thumbbrushed against my nipple—hard as a pebble, despite the layers of wool between his touch and my skin—I gasped and arched into his touch.
“Aye, lass,” he murmured, his lips moving to my temple. “Mine. I’ll be taking ye with me, ye’ll be at my side forever.”
Forever? Dear God, I was to be his captive for the rest of my life, in recompense for what my father did? And when his tusk scraped along my jaw, making me shudder…why did I not hate the thought?
“Forever?” I whispered, turning my head to meet his, my eyes still screwed shut.
“Forever,” he agreed, right before his mouth claimed me.
Dear God, hislips!
In the days—and the nights—since his lips had brushed against my skin, I’d tossed and turned, imagining what they’d feel like against mine. I hadn’t allowed myself to imagine that such a warrior would ever be interested in pressing his lips to mine, but now ‘twas happening. ‘Twas happening, and I should be terrified, especially when his palm closed around my breast, squeezing…but my body betrayed me.
Instead of fear, I felt desire.
Need.
I whimpered again, pressing closer, curling my fingers into fists to keep from clutching at him, pulling him closer. And then his tongue swept over my lips, and they parted in surprise to feel those ridges against such sensitive skin.
His tongue played with mine as his hands roamed over my body. And everywhere they touched, I felt…inflamed. Mayhap ‘twas just the last sennight of heightened awareness when it came to him, or the way my dreams had teased me of late. Each touch had me straining to get closer to him, the heat between my thighs pulsing in time with his caresses.
“Aye, Lillian,” he murmured, his lips moving along my jaw. One large hand cupped my arse, lifting me as if I weighed naught, grinding me against him. “Mine.And ye will love it. Love what I can do to ye.”
I…my brain didn’t seem to want to work. I couldn’t concentrate on his threats—promises? Because pressing against my stomach was a hard length, one I’d never felt but which I could recognize. Kragorn’s cock.
He wanted me.
He wanted this.
He has been in a dungeon cell for months. He would likely wantanyfemale who let him paw at her like this.
Aye, but he’d chosenme. For the first time, I’d been chosen, and Iwanted to be chosen. Whimpering, I rocked my hips against him, chasing the sensation pulsing in my core.
“That’s it, lass. That’s my good little human.”
Kragorn’s hand moved from my breast, lower…until he was cupping me, cupping myheat, through my layers of skirts and chemise. Could he feel how wet I was already?
“Take what you want from me.”
I moaned, my fingers finally giving up and wrapping around his fur, pulling him closer as I bucked against his hand. The base of his palm ground against my clitoris, providing the pressure I so desperately needed, as the tipsof his fingers curled forward, pressing my skirtsintomy core.
“Mine, aye?” he drawled
I dropped my forehead to his chest in surrender.
“Aye,” I gasped, griding against his palm. “Yours, Kragorn.”
My orgasm exploded over me.
I felt his rumble of approval as my hips rocked, his quiet murmurs telling me I was his good lass as his lips moved over my face.
Touching me.Claiming meas his own.
