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Multi-faceted. Capturing every aspect of light and darkness.
Terribly intriguing.
Her face wasn’t so much what humans considered “beautiful” as bold and striking. Pale, luminous skin contrasted sharply with black, raven’s wing hair, and sleekly arching brows over cat-like eyes.
She looked hard and soft all at once. He would bet his left nut that her skin was smooth and silky to the touch, though it mimicked the hard perfection of marble. Nevertheless, the supposed softness was juxtaposed with the harsh angles of her cheekbones, jaw and sharp, pointed chin.
But the edges and blades that defined her bone structure, that made her seem hard and invulnerable, sharp and dangerous, were belied by that generous mouth and the splash of freckles across her nose and cheeks.
No one would call those lips “pillowy” or “pouty,” but Kai knew they would wrap around a man’s cock just right. And that strong, long, swan-like throat of hers would squeeze and milk with exquisite pressure.
She looked like she could take a bit of roughness.
Or perhaps a lot.
Just as he conjured a tantalizing scene in his mind, he felt her gaze alight on the beads around his own neck, a favor from his host for saving the tenant farm from marauders.
They were well made, the pretty beads, the gold-woven threads that strung them together extremely strong. And though Kai eschewed embellishments (putting rouge on a troll didn’t make it less ugly), he was an earth dragon. One of his Kind never refused treasures.
She smirked subtly as she met his gaze, and he knew that she was imagining her own brand of roughness withhim. Using those beads toheradvantage.
Kai had had his share of aggressive women. To help them get past his imposing bulk and size, he often ceded control to put them at ease.
They loved riding him hard. Loved the power of him between their thighs. Loved the illusion of dominance, for illusion was all it was. Of taming a beast that could never be tamed.
But Kai knew without a doubt, with just one look, thatthisfemale needed no illusion. She was just like him.
Dominant. Aggressive. Powerful.
She’d take what she wanted on her own terms. No help from him needed.
Involuntarily, his mouth pooled with saliva at the thought.
In anticipation.
He downed the rest of his mead in a single gulp, keeping his eyes fused with hers.
The blonde grew bold enough to straddle his lap, pushing the redhead off to the side. She was grinding herself directly over his hard-as-stone cock through their clothes, moaning loudly into his neck, sucking his skin between her teeth.
The redhead didn’t completely give up, for she went around the bench and plastered her front to his back, her arms wrapped around his chest. Hands digging into the opening of his tunic to fondle his bare skin, scratching like a cat through his chest hair, kneading the bunched muscles and flicking his pebbled nipples.
Like any male under the assault of such blatant visual and physical stimulation, his cock throbbed painfully hard, wetting the cloth of his braies with pre-come.
But it wasn’t only that.
No. Kai was full to bursting not because of the sweet-smelling sirens who fondled his flesh, but because of the intensity of the stranger’s stare. The knowing, challenging glint in her bright, mysterious eyes. And the sardonic quirk of her fuckable mouth.
A servant passed between the few feet that separated them—she standing against the wall, and he sitting on a bench on the opposite side of the longhouse.
Casually, not taking her eyes from him for even a moment, she grabbed a tankard off the servant’s platter, leaned back more comfortably against the wall, crossed her ankles, and took a sip.
Even seemingly relaxed, her stance was that of a warrior. Broad shoulders, corded arms, the subtle curves of breasts beneath her armor, and a waist and hips that could only belong to a full-grown woman. Hard, though they seemed, from a vigorous life.
There was no padding on her anywhere. Not on her torso, nor the strong, endlessly long, leanly muscular legs. He wondered whether her breasts would yield beneath the carved planes of his chest, though he had no doubt she was soft where it mattered most.
His cock pulsed and jerked and leaked at the thought of plowing through that silken, tight wet heat.
And it would be oh, so tight.
