After tracing the head of my dragon tattoo with her fingertip, she refocuses her attention on my belt. Her cock-thickening scent increases with every loop the black leather slides through.
Once she has it removed, she dumps it on the ground before wrestling with my zipper. My jeans have barely hit my knees when she straddles my hips. She wastes no time gripping my cock to guide it toward her drenched slit.
When her wetness hits my knob, I bite out a string of curse words. “Oh,Ahren,you’re fucking saturated.”
Any reply she’s planning to give switches to a moan when I jerk my hips upward. I love that she’s taking charge, but I can’t help but demand my share. The sting of her nails digging into my pecs is only one tenth of the heat radiating from her cunt when I take her to the base of my cock.
I loved fucking her ass. It was tight and hot, and just the fact I was claiming a part of her no man ever has made it even more enjoyable, but nothing can compare to the greedy sucks of her cunt while begging for my spawn. I'm under her spell in a minute, the sensation of her riding me from above mimicking the euphoria I felt the first time I claimed her as mine.
Unlike last night, this fuck is hard and violent. Justine slams down on me repeatedly, our bodies moving in sync despite our frantic speed. Our rhythmic movements prove what I’ve always known: we were designed for one another. Her body was crafted to be devoured by me, and my body was machined to drive her to the brink over and over again.
As sweat dribbles down Justine’s cheeks, I raise my ass off the bed. I widen her pelvis with my hips, allowing her to take even more of my cock. Satisfied her new position will have her screaming my name in no time, I jackknife my hips on repeat. Her moans ramp up to a level I haven’t heard in weeks.
“Ah. . . shit . . .Christ.”
Her moans are lyrical gold to my ears. It pushes me harder—recklessly and without constraint. I fuck her greedily, endeavoring to mark her body with my scent before filling her with my spawn.
“Come on,Ahren,” I beg a short time later, incapable of holding back for a second longer. Her cunt’s frantic quivers have cum sitting at the crest of my cock, begging to be released. “Give me what I want. Scream my name while your cunt milks me of my spawn.”
With a breathless moan, Justine shatters like glass dropping on a tiled floor. My name tears from her lips as her eyes roll into the back of her head. I watch her in awe, the urge to bang my chest the strongest it’s ever been. It must wait, though.
Myahrendeserves more than a man who fucks her purely for his own pleasure. This isn’t about me and my ravenous need to have her constantly screaming my name. It’s about giving her what she deserves. Whether fucking her to the point of exhaustion or slitting the throat of any man who dares look at her the wrong way, myahrencomes before anything and anyone—myself included.
4
Several hours later,Justine enters my office on the heel of Roman. He’s slimmer than he was six months ago, which is how much time he took off to recover from the gunshot wound Vladimir inflicted upon him.
If Roman’s warning glance isn’t an indication that I’m in trouble, the fury in Justine’s eyes is a sure-fire sign. “Ten men, Nikolai! Seriously? If that isn’t already absurd, when Landon questioned their unannounced arrival, he had a gun drawn on him.”
My eyes shoot to Roman’s during the last half of Justine statement. He shrugs, aware of the heavy tactics of my men when protecting my realm, but he’s not willing to take sides in what he knows will be a mammoth battle. It’s a smart move on his behalf. Only a stupid man would place himself between a battling king and queen.
Rounding my desk, Justine brings herself close enough to me I can smell her skin, but not close enough she’s within touching distance. If it didn’t frustrate the hell out of me, I would commend her on her bravery.
Locking her eyes with mine, she huffs. “You said we were taking men with us when we traveled; you never mentioned anything about sending a crew to my home before us.”
“They need to sweep the area to ensure it is safe before you arrive. I will not have you enter an arena unprepared.”
The protectiveness in my voice halts Justine’s campaign for barely a second. “It’s not a fight arena, Nikolai. It’s my family home. I’ll be as safe there as I am here.”
When I pardon Roman from our conversation with a flick of my wrist, Justine slices her hand in the air, demanding for him to stay with as many words as I used to dismiss him. She is as clever as she is beautiful. She knows she doesn’t stand a chance against me in general, much less when we are the only two people in the room, but it doesn’t lessen my agitation in the slightest.
Roman’s almost black eyes bounce between Justine and me as he contemplates whose demand to follow. If it were any other woman but Justine standing across from me, he’d pay for his indecisiveness with his life. Luckily for him, he’s aware Justine rules this sanction alongside me, not three paces behind me.
"I said no holds barred,Ahren,” I mutter in Russian, conscious Roman isn’t bilingual like Justine and me. “I would haveneveragreed if I knew it was under the guise of less security.”
Justine splays her hands across her cocked hips. “You didn’t agree because I said I’d bow to your every whim. You did it because I suck your cock better than any woman before me.”
I take note to look further into Roman’s claims of only speaking one language when he chokes on his spit. Justine didn’t say her comment in English; she replied to me in Russian.
Missing the signs of treachery flashing in Roman’s eyes, Justine takes a step closer to me. Bad move—now she’s within touching distance.
Before a protest can squeak from her lips, I seize her wrist and pull her into my lap. The slow thrusts of her chest double when I press my lips to the shell of her ear and growl, “I wanted to send thirty men; Roman suggested I knock it down to ten. I don’t compromise,Ahren, but I did for you. Don’t make me regret my decision.”
This time, when I demand for Roman to leave, Justine lets him go. The needs of her body are overruling both her heart and her head.
The instant Roman closes my office door, Justine’s lips twitch. Although confident nothing but lust is on her mind, I press my finger to my mouth just in case. This needs to be said before I too become lost in a substance more potent than any drug I’ve ever sampled.
“The man who drew a gun on your brother will pay for his stupidity. You name the punishment, and I’ll ensure it’s handed to him, but I willnotremove my men from their posts. They are there for a reason. If you want to protect your family as fiercely as I’ll forever protect you, this needs to happen. We’re stepping out of my territory,Ahren, meaning we must remain vigilant.”
