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"You wrestle bare-skinned, yes?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.
"You'recruel," he snarled, but his eyes were roving greedily over me.
I ignored his meaning, crossing the space slowly, every movement sending a fresh drip to run down my thighs, the glossy sheen catching Asterion's glare, his brow furrowing.
"You swore to protect me. Teach me to defend myself," I said.
"Why? So you won'tneedme?" he burst out, and he backed away when I was almost within reach of him. His cock was jutting, fighting against the tight constraint of his pants.
I stopped and tipped my head, giving up my cool facade. "Asterion, I willalwaysneed you," I said, voice breaking. "Just as you will always need me. Can you bear to run far away enough from me that it will cease this craving?"
"There is no such distance," he said, fists clenched.
"Then can you stand to remain close enough to touch without giving into what we both want?" I asked, eyes wide.
His chest heaved, every inch of his body straining away from me, while his cock did the exact opposite.
"You smell like them," he rasped.
"I will always smell like them," I said firmly. I meant to have my way, to make Asterion surrender, but it would only work if he could accept the others.
"You—It's so strong, I can't—You don't—"
He couldn't smell the mark he'd left on me. Weeks ago. I'd been his from the start.
"So fix it," I said, shrugging.
Asterion stared at me, shoulders shuddering, mouth open on his panting breaths, like he was trying to avoid breathing through his broad nose. His eyes flicked over my shoulder, and I frowned. He was considering running for the door.
"Don't," I snapped.
His gaze flashed back to me.
"It's time, Asterion," I said, more gently.
He groaned and lurched forward. I reached for his shoulders as his arms wrapped around my waist. My mouth parted, and Asterion's head tipped, tongue stroking in. We couldn't kiss, not in the usual way. I could only surrender to him, allow that thick dark tongue to invade my mouth, to fuck and lick and taste me. His hands roamed, squeezing and stroking, hunting for new flesh. When he reached between my legs to thrust a blunt finger inside of me and tried to scoop out the thick fluid that filled me, I grunted and wrestled my body away.
Asterion moaned and chased me for a moment before pausing. I pressed my lips between his nostrils and shook my head, nuzzling and refusing him at the same time.
"No, Asterion. You take me likethis. Fuck me, and fill me with your scentandtheirs. You will be equals. You claimed me, and not one of them will change that. But you won't erase their claims either."
"This is torture," he hissed.
I wanted to roll my eyes. I slid my hands over his terrifyingly strong shoulders and up his thick neck to hold his heavy jaw. "I am so wet, Asterion," I murmured, and I rocked my hips into the hand that cupped me, leaking into his palm. "They made me so ready for you. Hywel stuffed me, and Conall's knot stretched me. I will takeallof you so well. Give me your cock," I pleaded, sweetening my tone as I trailed my lips over to his soft ear.
Asterion's breath puffed roughly over my shoulder, and his tongue stroked out to caress over a mark from Conall, the line of his teeth, hard enough to bruise but not to break the skin, a bite he'd barely held himself back from taking.
"I want you to put your entire heavy, brutal, perfect cock inside of me, Asterion," I whimpered into his ear. "I was made for you."
His forfeit was a tremble in my hands; it was the way he bowed over me, his own knees faltering as he scooped me up off my feet.
"Yesss," Asterion moaned, holding the backs of my thighs and lifting me to wrap around his hips as he fell to the dense mat.
I gasped as he fastened me close. He was sobroad—just holding him between my legs like this made my body burn. His mouth hung open, hands cupping my waist as he bent forward. I gripped his shoulders, nibbling my way back to his rich lips, feasting over them as Asterion lowered me down to the leather surface, suede and soft against my bare back.
He sat up slowly, leaving me in a stretched arch, his thighs tucked under my back, my body splayed and spread, exposing my swollen sex.
"Beautiful," he murmured, reaching his hands to my inner thighs, his thumbs spreading me open, stretching my hole to his gaze.
