Warm.
Wet.
Soft.
Clenching on me like a fucking fist.
“Lore!” Her scream of pleasure is tipped in shock.
But my leash has well and truly snapped.
Purple glittering dust drips from her wings as I cant my hips, driving deeper on the next thrust, then deeper still. Rose claws at the tree’s bark as I hammer into her. I snarl when she cries out, pinching her clit punishingly until she clenches around my buzzing length.
Fuck. Goddess. Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
Thirty-Three
Rhoswyn
I’m quaking under the force of Lore’s thrusts. Pinpricks of pain bloom at my throat, across my hips, against my palms and breasts where the bark of the tree is digging into them.
All of that pales in comparison to the sheer magnitude of the pleasure he’s delivering with every single punishing thrust. His ferocity is untamed and brutal. I’ve always sensed that he was capable of this, but he’s always been so careful, so restrained.
There’s none of that now.
It scares me as much as it thrills me. I could use my safe word, and some deep corner of my mind considers it for a second before disregarding the idea. I want this. I want more. I want to come.
Honey and heat fizz in my blood, twisting until I’m stretched taut with need and tears leak from my eyes.
The only thing I can do is soften and give in as he blinks us again. I’m on my elbows and knees in the crackling leaves beside the fire before I can do more than cry out. The flames bathe my body, adding to the sweat already coating my skin. Like this,my G-spot is under assault with every forward stroke, making me dizzy. My breasts swing beneath me with every thrust, and I reach up to stop them.
Lore’s hands are faster. He grabs both of my wrists, trapping them over my head and grinding my body deeper into the soft leafy carpet, biting down on my shoulder until I scream. Snarls and curses reverberate around us as my other males watch the savage show Lore is putting on for them. I catch the tail end of a growl and an eruption of sandy fur out of the corner of my eye before a blur of black tackles Jaro’s wolf away from us.
“Mine,” Lore snaps at someone on our left, and I follow his gaze with blurry eyes until my vision is eclipsed by the colour turquoise.
Unlike the others, Caed is frozen in place. His eyes are dark with heat as they watch my body yield to the redcap’s on the leaf-strewn ground. His attention on me makes the whole experience hotter, and I hold his gaze as the pressure begins to build low in my abdomen. My clit pulses in time with my heartbeat, aching and begging for a touch, a lick, anything to match the deep buzzing that’s consuming me from the inside out.
“Lore,” I moan, and his next thrust stutters.
A tongue darts out to lick the wounds he just made, and his free hand places his cap over my head, where it transforms into a stiff leather circlet, tightening possessively over my hair.
“You’re taking me so well, pet,” he praises. “Now, show them how you scream when you come all over me.”
I fracture. My soul flies apart as my eyes fall closed, and I see stars. Lore doesn’t stop, dragging out my orgasm until the rapture builds and crashes all over again. And again.
And I do scream. I can’t help it.
By the time he jerks, coming to a stop inside of me with his cock still wringing buzzing waves of bliss from my pussy, I’m a floppy mess with a tear-stained face. I barely notice the heat ofhis cum as it coats my insides, or the murmured word that cuts off the enchantment in his pearls as he drags me into his arms.
“Such a good pet,” he murmurs into my hair, taking his cap and running it over my skin.
I shiver at the sensation of being kissed everywhere it touches, tiny butterfly remnants of desire fluttering in response. Lore misinterprets my reaction, replacing his cap onto my head, where it turns into a poncho, warming me.
