She reaches back and grasps my wrist as if to stop me, her pussy crushing me so savagely that my eyes damn near roll back into my head.
Did I mention that betas are greedy even when they are spent?
“You need a fucking rest, lass,” I say gruffly. “You can’t take any more tonight.”
“I—”
I cut off her protest by pulling out.
Her wail is a little too loud—I should have put the gag back—and carries on the wind.
A river of cum gushes out.
“You are such a barbarian!”
I chuckle. Can’t help myself as she continues to bewail my shortcomings.
My cock is stone fucking hard, but I force it back into my pants with a wince. It’s definitely ready to go again. Even now, confident that I’ve got the job done, it is the hardest thing in the world to consider covering her and taking the temptation away.
I send a look heavenwards, draw her skirts down, and then I carefully right her and turn her around to face me.
Her tits bear a couple of scrapes where they’ve rubbed against the stone. I gently kiss them before I cover that temptation up, too. Her eyes, such a pretty warm brown, blink up at me, a little unfocused.
She emits a sleepy yawn, one she tries to hide behind her hand.
Utterly adorable.
I cup her cheeks and kiss her lips reverently. And then I turn her to the side and land a swat to her ass. “Get on off home, lass.”
She glances back over her shoulder to glare at me, and then she flounces off.
Aye, the fire is not gone, even after a good plowing.
Fucking perfect in every single way.
Chapter Five
Bea
My glare doesn’t last long. In fact, it’s hard to keep the smile off my face.
I all but skip down the battlements, down the twisting stairs, down and down—stairs that are suspiciously empty of guards.
It might have been a little loud at one point.
And besides, the other guards know what this is about. I dare say I’m not the only lass who creeps up here. And they all make themselves scarce.
It is a good place to live.
No, truth is, I’ve never felt a moment of worry, nor feared for my safety once since we moved here.
It is a good community, for the lord—an alpha himself—runs a tight ship. Then there is his twin brother, a former Imperium guard—who is more than a little intimidating—and even sterner when it comes to mischief.
I do not look upon this community through rose-tinted glasses. There is trouble of all sorts on occasion, but it is dealtwith swiftly. A bit of thieving, a guard who got too rowdy and too handsy with an unwilling lass. Some earn punishment—even a whipping. If the trouble is harsh enough, or so I’ve been told, they are sent to the prison at the capital where they meet the King’s justice.
No place is perfect. But we have found somewhere that is as close to it as can be found.
I exit the bottom steps of the battlements and glance around. It’s dark. The moon is still high. I convince myself that I am not sleepy, that he sent me on my way far too soon. My huge yawn makes a mockery of that.
