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I dragged my fingernails down his back, tracing the rippling muscles as he shifted lower, teasing one nipple into his mouth. He pricked it with his canine, and I gasped loud enough, Arran shoved his hand up, covering my mouth roughly. Holding me down.
Another spurt of wetness.
An appreciative growl.
Oh, Ancestors, oh, yes.
I moaned against his mouth, whimpered as he sucked and nibbled on my nipple, while his other hand slid downwards. I waited for his touch, my pussy dripping with need. But instead, I felt him take himself in his hand. A rough stroke down, up, and then the head of his cock nudged at my entrance.
Just a nudge, and he pulled back.
I tried to scream my outrage, by Arran’s hand clamped down harder on my mouth, pressing my head back into the ground.
“I told you to be quiet.” His voice was the most erotic mixture of battle commander and wolfish lover, and I was so hot for it, I knew that no matter what sounds I made, the scent of my arousal would be floating through the camp.
Ancestors below, the thought just made me wetter.
I arched against him, desperate for his cock to be inside of me. I wriggled my hips, trying to force him inside. He punished me with a sharp bite on my other nipple. I bit his hand.
We were all teeth and need.
I was driving him as crazy as he was me. I knew it when I felt the head of his cock pressing against my pussy lips again. He was trying to restrain himself, to hold back.
Fuck that.
I pressed my hips up, locked my legs around his waist, and pulled him inside of me in one brutal, delicious thrust.
Watching the roar that should have poured out of him, instead confined to the sharp planes of his ruggedly handsome face, may have been the most erotic thing I’d seen in my entire life.
I came around his cock in an instant, the slickness urging him faster.
Arran’s hand was still over my mouth. I started licking his palm in time with our thrusts. I couldn’t see much in the dark, but I could feel the burn of his eyes on me. I nibbled, and he let me suck his finger into my mouth. Then another, until my mouth was as full as my cunt. Until I was fucking him with both, my cervix and the back of my throat flexing and tingling in time with one another.
Until Arran completely lost control and roared. I felt the hot waves of his come as it filled me, as he fucked me in long, slow strokes that milked every bit of his seed until he’d given me every last drop of himself.
He pulled his fingers from my mouth. I caught the last one by its tip between my teeth, one last sharp suck.
Then he collapsed down into the furs, pulling me tightly against him, wrapping his arms and legs and mouth around me until we were nothing but a tangle of limbs and satisfaction.
I let his breathing even out, his cock already half-hard against my ass again, before I spoke. “And you toldmeto be quiet.”
My only answer was the rumbling growl of his beast in my chest.
34
PARYS
He hated being in charge.
Hated it.
The library was the only place left in the entire goldstone palace where he could hide from the duties of running an Ancestors-damned kingdom.
And apparently, even that wasn’t sacred anymore.
“What are you doing?”
Parys jolted backward, nearly toppling the precarious stack of books at his side. He threw out a gust of wind, just managing to keep the stack—and the glass of wine atop it—from tumbling.
