I’m coming hard, ropes of seed spewing from my swinging cock, when Fhord’s punch snaps me back into my fucked-up reality. I open my eyes and smirk at the pissed off dragon rider,letting that pain shiver through me to draw out my orgasm even longer.
“You really are a sick fuck, aren’t you?” Fhord demands as he stalks over to a table and wipes my cum off a finger. “Did you hear a single thing I said?”
I let my smirk grow into a broad smile as memories of my cock down Finaan’s throat whisper away.
“I will speak to the female leader of the stolen elves,” I tell him. “Nobody else.”
He glares at me, eyebrows drawing together as his lips tip down at the sides. Finally, he shakes his head and turns to look at one of his men. “Pop his arms back into their sockets then take him back to his cell,” he mutters. Spinning on his heel, he slams the door open then barrels through it and down the hall.
He’s pissed. Good. He learned much about me today.
The male isn’t gentle when he cuts the rope from my wrists, letting me slam to the ground with a grunt I can’t hold back this time. My shoulders are on fire, the arms useless appendages lying by my side. My back feels as if it’s been ripped open, an inferno dancing through my flesh. Even my stomach is getting in on it, remembering that it’s been centuries since a single bit of food dropped into its depths. I’m so fucking weak. I know I won’t die, but for the first time, I wish I would.
Two of them grab my shoulders and jerk me to my feet. The yell that erupts from my gut rips through my throat and out a mouth I can’t close fast enough. That’s not the worst of it, though. I set my hips, clamping my lips shut, and wait for thethrust that will set my first arm back in place. I will not give them the satisfaction of another sound.
Shoving me back toward the closest wall, the guard on my right pulls out that shoulder and slams it into the brick behind me as he twists. My knees nearly collapse, the trauma tearing through me like a cyclone ripping a seaside village to shreds. But I stay on my feet, clenching my teeth as the other male does the same on my left.
Fuuuuuuuck me.
Fuck me in the ass.
Fuck me back to Helheim.
Really, just fuck me.
They don’t tie my wrists again because they must know as well as I do that I’m not going anywhere. My body is a useless spire of bones barely held together by the meat that covers them. My blood still flows, but it probably wouldn’t have the energy to drip from me if they were to cut open a vein.
Still, I make it back to my cell on my own feet, standing until they turn from me and walk away. Then, I collapse.
On the fifth day, Finaan comes to me, a tray holding soup and bread in her hands.
And I know I’ve won.
“Why am I here?” Her low voice breaks the silence that descends when her bright gaze finds mine.
“I want you,” I tell her with a shrug, willing my female to close the distance between us. Wrath erupted from his hollow the moment we sensed her, shoving me aside as he joined me in our psyche. But he’s not angry this time. She calms him. Hecraves the peace he feels only in her presence. “And I will have you,” I add when she remains silent.
“That’s not an answer,” she complains, still standing too far away. “Why would you want me here? You’re nothing to me. And I’m nothing to you.”
I repress the growl that vibrates through my chest, my beast bristling at her disavowal. She doesn’t understand yet. She will, though. Sooner than she could possibly expect. “Don’t be daft, Finaan. You are not daft.”
“How do you even know my name?” my ferocious skjaldmær demands, her eyes narrowing as she glares at me. By the gods, she’s fierce. My cock balloons in my trousers, unwilling to rest while she’s so close, and I watch with a smirk as her gaze drops, eyes widening while her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip.
Oh, if she only remembered what I’ve done with that mouth and how much she enjoyed it. That sinful part of her knows who she belongs to. Who completes her. She’d open wider and take me now.
“I want you,” I tell her again, letting Wrath fill my words with his need, “and I will have you.”
She drags her gaze away from my hard cock, looking at me with one eyebrow quirked. “You will not,” she says, not an inkling in her voice of the emotions I can feel pulsing through her.
She’s pissed.
And Wrath is rejoicing. We need her emotions, whatever they are.
Hunger and pain are a small price to pay for the reward of Finaan by our side.
Chapter six
Finaan
