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“It means that I know what will happen if you ever really see me.”
He stood up, anger flashing through him at her low opinion of herself, and of him. Gesturing to his upper body, he said, “Do you think I’m so shallow that I would expect you to have flawless skin? I. Don’t. Care.”
The coffee mug trembled in her hand and she put it down on the tray. “It’s different for males. A mate with battle scars would be valued for his ferocity. I was beaten by my uncle when I was twelve. My scars make me weak.”
A low growl escaped his parted lips, and he shoved his borrowed sweats to the floor. Kammie gasped as he fisted his dick and slapped his other hand against his thigh. A thick scar traveled from the inside of his thigh to his hip. “A king brought a secret weapon to a battle two months ago. The male was part lion. Even though full shifting is outlawed during the battles, his king decided it would make for a good fight if we were allowed to shift. My king and I weren’t told. The male shifted and tried to claw my dick off. So tell me, Kammie,” he said harshly, “could you wrap those lush lips of yours around me and not feel pity for me? You think I look at you and all I see are scars? Look at me. I’m nothingbutscars. They brought me here to you and I’m not going anywhere. If you’re an omega, then I’ll be one with you.”
He’d never been more serious in his life. And his dick had never been so hard. It felt like steel in his hand, and in spite of the unpleasant nature of their conversation, he couldn’t stop from stroking himself root to tip while her beautiful brown eyes followed the motion.
She slid off the bed, her knees hitting the carpeting as she reached for him. He knew he should step away, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Her fingers touched the scar, and his dick twitched.
“Did you kill him?” she whispered, her breath brushing over his dick like a caress.
“I wasn’t allowed to. But he never used his claws like that again. I pulled them out after I choked him unconscious, and claws never grow back in half-breeds. He came after me at the last battle, wanted a chance to beat me and get his pride back or some bullshit. My king sent him running from town with his tail between his legs.”
She leaned forward to kiss the edge of the scar by his hip, and everything inside him rioted. “Kammie, you don’t have to touch me,” he said, his bear bellowing for him to shut up.
She nuzzled the scar. “I can’t help it. You smell so good.”
Her fingers were trembling when she touched his thighs, but they tightened suddenly as she licked the length of his scar and then nipped at the hand covering his dick. She cast her eyes upward and met his gaze. He released his dick slowly, not daring to breathe.
She licked him, softly and slowly at first until she reached the tip, then swirling her tongue around the head and sucking lightly. One hand left his thigh and wrapped around his length, and the other stroked his scar. He hadn’t thought that the scar was an erogenous zone, but as Kammie worked her way down his dick and explored the thickened skin, he felt like her fingers were stroking every part of him.
Locking his knees, he threaded his fingers through her soft hair and watched her bob her head up and down. Her eyes never left him, their brown depths simmering with a passion that he wouldn’t have expected given the conversation they’d had moments ago. He wished she was naked, so he could see every inch of her creamy skin. He’d kiss her scars just like she’d kissed his. The way her fingers worked across it on his thigh, he knew he’d never think of it in a bad way again.
She hummed around him, making a sound like a wolfy purr. He groaned, and his fingers tightened in her hair as his hips flexed. Her mouth was a hot heaven, her tongue doing wicked things to the sensitive underside of his cock.
“Fuck, Kammie,” he groaned.
Her nails scraped lightly around the scar. His whole body jerked as her hand tightened on the base of his dick and she sucked him deep. Heat blazed through him as his balls tightened and his climax tingled at the base of his spine.
“Kammie, baby,” he whispered harshly in warning.
She moaned and sucked him harder. As he stared into her eyes, he saw them shift, a rapid blink from brown to amber, and he knew her wolf was right there with her and approving of their connection. His climax thundered down on him, and he let go, growling loudly as she drank him down.
She released his dick and kissed his scar tenderly. She looked up from where she knelt in front of him, her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed with passion. “You are so beautiful,” he said hoarsely, massaging her scalp. Truthfully, he’d never seen anyone as gorgeous as her.
She closed her eyes with a soft hum, and his dick twitched. He dropped to his knees, scenting her arousal. Leaning toward her, he pressed his lips to hers, caging her against the side of the bed with his hands on either side of her. She opened her mouth, sucking on his tongue with the same fervor as she had his dick. Her hands roamed up his arms, curving around his muscles as if she was trying to memorize them. She hooked her hands over his shoulders and flexed her hips, her knees spreading slightly between his.
He dropped one of his hands slowly from the bed and cupped her pussy through her thin pants. He could feel how hot and wet she was, even though the barrier of clothing. Rubbing her firmly, he nibbled on her lips.
“I want to make you come.” He growled the words, his bear rolling inside him to get closer.
Her hands tightened on his shoulders. “Row,” she moaned as he rubbed circles over her clit.
He moved his hand slowly up the front of her pants, and she tensed, looking at him through half-closed eyelids. He wanted to strip her in the worst way. Taste her. Make her come a hundred times. He knew she wasn’t ready for that, but hehadto get her off. Straightening slightly, he leaned over her, pressing his lips to hers as he pushed his hand inside her pants. His fingers found the edge of her panties and he slid them under the waistband. She relaxed fractionally, as if she had been worried he was going to do more than touch her pussy. She was slick with arousal. He touched her clit for a brief moment, circling the tight bud before sliding his finger down and testing her heat.
She moaned as he pushed inside her with first one, and then two fingers. His free hand fisted the covers as she leaned harder against the bed and pulled him closer. He curved his fingers, stroking her, and she shuddered and pulled free from his mouth, her breath gusting over his skin.
Her hips canted and he growled, nuzzling her throat. “Ride my fingers, baby,” he said.
Her hands gripped his shoulders and her head fell back against the bed as she moved, fucking his fingers. Her honey gushed over his hand as he found the spot that made her scent deepen. He latched his thumb onto her clit, circling it, lifting his head and watching her as she spiraled toward pleasure. Her eyes opened, bright amber again. Her fangs slid down from her gums and she growled, her pussy clenching his fingers. He thumbed her clit faster and stroked her deeper.
An instinct flashed through him and he bared his throat to her. Her pussy clenched and she snarled softly, whisperingmineas her fangs embedded in his skin. She came, moaning against his neck as her fangs dug deeper into his flesh. He gentled her with soft, slow strokes and she pulled her mouth away, her tongue softly licking the wounds.
He slipped his hand from inside her pants and wrapped his arms around her. She clung to him, buried her face in his neck, and started to cry. Carefully he pulled her onto his lap as he switched places with her, leaning against the bed and cradling her close. Something cold touched his back, and he realized the coffee had spilled. He made a mental note to deal with it later.
Unsure what to say, he simply held her, stroking her back through her thin top and feathering kisses wherever he could reach. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she took in a deep, shuddering breath.
