by Megan Crane
“Stop messing around,” he grunted at her.
So she obeyed him, and that was better. Hotter. Helena leaned forward and took the plump, plum-shaped head of that great big cock into her mouth. He tasted like salt and musk, and it set her on fire all over again. He was smooth, yet hard as steel at the same time, and the tang of it rolled through her, touching her everywhere. She shuddered.
He’d said to use her tongue, so she did. She clenched her hands into the furs beneath her, her only purchase, and she explored him. She sucked on him. She learned him as best she could with her mouth alone. She licked all around the blunt head, letting it move in and out of her mouth, learning his shape from the ridge beneath the head to the slit at its tip.
“Take more,” he growled at her.
She remembered watching Taryn on her knees, Jurin’s cock so deep in her mouth it had been down her throat. And the raider had been the one directing that action, keeping the woman’s head right where it needed to be. But Helena tried. She slid her open mouth down as far as she could go on his length, then gagged.
Tyr laughed. A hard hand came to smooth over her jaw as she pulled herself back off him, gasping, her eyes watering.
“Easy, baby,” he said in a low voice. “This isn’t a competition. It’s a lesson. And you should live it up. This is the most control you’re ever going to have, selfish bastard that I am.”
She shifted back and looked up at him, her hair slipping over her shoulder as she did, and that shuddering thing taking her over, ribs to feet to fluttering pulse. “I don’t think I want control.”
Tyr’s gaze went molten hot, and Helena flushed bright red all over in response. But it was true. She felt the rightness of it bang in her like a gong. He muttered something beneath his breath and raked her hair back, an expression she couldn’t read moving over his face and seeming to echo like a hard kick deep inside of her.
“That works, too,” he said, his voice as intense as all that thick male power she knew the taste of, now. As if it had seeped all the way into her bones and changed her forever, that knowledge.
And so Tyr took control, and that was even better than before. Even hotter.
He taught her. When to lick, when to suck. How to keep her teeth out of the way and how to use them, too. He showed her what he liked and what he didn’t, again and again. Everything inside of Helena wound tight, tighter with every smooth thrust of his cock into her mouth. And she found that the more she gave herself over to pleasing him, the more she tried to do what he told her and got that deep grunt of approval when she did it, the wetter and wilder and much, much hotter she got, too.
He dug his hands deep into her hair, holding her face where he wanted it while he began to thrust, slow and steady and almost too good to bear. She felt it, all over, a scalding trembling in her pussy, twin points of agony at the tips of her breasts, and that slow ache everywhere else.
“Take your hands off the bed,” he told her, his voice stripped down to the barest thread of dark sound, then. “I want them deep in your cunt.”
She jolted at that, but he didn’t stop moving, and there was nothing to do but shake and suck and obey.
Helena thought she would pitch forward when she lifted her hands from the bed, but Tyr held her steady. She realized she trusted that he would—and more, that it meant something, that trust. It was like another kind of safety. But she couldn’t handle thinking about that, or anything, just then. She ran her hands up her spread legs as she knelt there before him, shuddering as she encountered her own silken wetness.
“Get your fingers in deep,” he ordered her, nothing but a dark torment of a voice somewhere above her. Her world had narrowed down to his cock in her mouth and the wildfire between her legs. Her clit ached and she broke out in a shiver of goose bumps when she rubbed her hands over it. Then again. “Don’t play games with me, Helena. This isn’t about getting you off. It’s about getting you ready. Are you tight? I bet you are. How many fingers can you pump inside that pussy? Will you learn to take my cock or will I have to warm you up every time?”
She moaned around him at those filthy words and the images that danced in her head because of them. His cock rocked in and out of her mouth even as she did as he told her and sunk two fingers deep into her molten channel. She curved her palms around her pussy, the heel of one hand massaging her clit while she worked her fingers inside of her, in time with his steady thrusts. In her head she saw Taryn again, a cock in her mouth and another sunk deep in her cunt, all of that hard pounding and the low male groans, and then the roars both men had let out when they’d come.
And this was much, much better than watching had been.
Tyr surged into her. His big hands gripped her and held her face still as he thrust into her mouth with that gentle ruthlessness that was going to be her undoing, she knew it. She knew it.
And she felt that wild thing inside of her spinning hot and twisting hard, around and around and around, all of that heat and lust and need and desire pooling between her legs. She thrust her fingers deep inside her own pussy and she worked her clit and Tyr let out a long, loud groan as he exploded into her mouth, coming hard and thick and holding her against him so she had no choice but to swallow it all down as he pumped his dark pleasure against the back of her throat.
And that was so intense, salty and tangy and Tyr, utterly foreign and noncompliant and strangely addictive at once—that she started ripping apart as she drank all of him down, rocking out a shuddering climax against her own hands.
Tyr laughed.
He pulled her head back and waited for her to look up at him once her eyes opened again. He gazed down at her, his hard face so beautiful to her in that moment that it might have scared her if she could have managed a single thought in her head besides him.
His hands moved over her cheeks, her jaw, and it didn’t matter that he didn’t praise her. He didn’t have to praise her with words, this man of bold action and harsh demands. She could see his approval in that hot gold gleam in his gaze. She could taste it, sharp and perfect on her tongue.
It made another tremor shiver through her, and he laughed again, darker than before.
And then he moved, lifting her up and pushing her back so she collapsed, boneless, into the embrace of the fur that felt warm, now, against her too-hot skin. Tyr hooked his hands around her thighs and yanked her down toward the edge of the bed, and she had the jumbled, dizzy impression he was kneeling down, too—and then she didn’t care either way. He spread her thighs wide, using his shoulders to open her up to him and pin her knees there, so her calves fell over his wide, strong back.
And then he put his mouth directly on her pussy and she lost her mind.
* * *
Helena arched up against him and screamed, which was addictive, and it was still nothing next to the taste of her. Hot and juicy and so damned sweet, Tyr thought he could get drunk on this woman.
He was already getting hard again. He needed to get inside her more than he could remember ever needing to do anything else, and he knew how insane that was even as he thought it. But it didn’t keep him from settling in and taking her clit between his teeth, holding it there as she shook and arched and shook some more, coming up off the bed in a bow.
She’d sucked cock like a goddess and Tyr wasn’t a religious man. He was tempted to change that. The top of his head had practically blown off at the feel of her hot mouth sucking so carefully at him, and he’d hardly let her begin before he’d had to start thinking of other things so he wouldn’t come in five seconds. The point was supposed to be that she hadn’t thought about anything but taking care of him while he’d been pounding into that pretty mouth of hers.
His cock was already ready to get back in the game. Tyr ignored it.
Helena was spread open to him like a glorious banquet now, her arms tossed over her face in abandon, her body tense and lush and hot as she made all those noises and sobbed into her arms.
Tyr ate at her pussy, ravenous and d
emanding at once. He licked and he sucked and he fucked her with his tongue and made sure to get his chin in there, too. He’d always loved eating pussy. Sweet, juicy female, shuddering and rocking and creaming all over his face. But Helena was a whole different thing.
He liked the fact that no one else had ever had her like this, that only he knew the taste of her, and he’d never been possessive about pussy in his entire life. But he didn’t care. He liked it. He liked that she was sweeter than anyone else, a sugary kick that was only hers. He thought he could do this forever and he wouldn’t mind if he did, no matter how desperate his cock was getting. All over again.
Tyr sucked on her clit then, ruthlessly, making her scream as she bucked against him, her back coming up off his bed and her feet drumming hard against his shoulder blades as she rocked herself against his mouth.
He didn’t stop. She moaned something, but he kept going, licking straight through her first shuddering climax until she was panting and squirming all over again. She dug her hands into his hair and he liked the little hints of pain. He liked how hard she gripped him, how she lifted her hips to grind against his face in complete and total abandon.
She was perfect. He ignored the other part of him that whispered she was more than that—something much darker and potentially dangerous, with all her secrets.
Tyr moved so he could stroke a finger deep into her pussy, and damn, she was tight. Even after coming twice, and so wet, she clung to him. He worked in another finger, and pumped into her with both of them, keeping the pressure on her clit with his tongue. Helena was making a sobbing noise, raw and beautiful, and he took it like the music it was.
He let his other hand drift, reaching around to get a good, hard grip on one of her ass cheeks. He’d get in that ass before long, and the thought of how tight she’d be there made his dick twitch. There was nothing quite as hot as introducing a compliant girl to ass fucking, the very least compliant thing they could imagine—and this girl wasn’t like the other compliants they usually picked up. She hadn’t come to them begging to be used and pleasured from every angle, which usually meant a girl had experimented with a few of those angles and found, big shock, that compliant men sucked at it.
But Helena’s lack of good experiences only meant having her was going to be that much better. It already was.
Tyr was abruptly done with playing around. There were a thousand ways this woman was a mystery, but not here, in his bed. Here she was a promise he aimed to keep.
He pumped his fingers into her, deep and hard, and got a little cruel with that plump little clit of hers. She went stock still, then stiff, and this time when she came she almost tore out a few of his thick braids.
And she screamed. A wordless and beautiful cry they probably heard all the way down by the water. He hoped they did.
She was shaking as she came back down, tears coursing down her face the way he’d known they would, her heart rocketing through her so hard and so fast he could see it like a drum in the crook of her neck.
“Please,” Helena moaned. “Please, Tyr. Please.”
He laughed, a dark and evil sound, because he was so hard it was like he’d never busted a nut in the first place. Like he was a boy all over again and sex was brand new. He was about to let loose, thank god. He crawled over her, hauling her with him up the length of the bed toward its carved wooden head.
Her gray eyes were dark with a wild fire when he rolled her beneath him at last. She was quivering, breathing hard, so damned beautiful with her hair still a mess and still damp and that dazed look on her face. He didn’t have to ask her if she knew about the herbs the raider women took to keep themselves from getting pregnant unless they felt like it, because they put it in the hot drinks everyone drank each morning on the journey over the ocean. Raiders didn’t like doing anything unless and until they felt like it, babies included. He didn’t have to ask if she was ready, because she’d come hard three times in a row and he was running the head of his cock through her slick folds, all that crazy hot cream making him feel like a god. He didn’t have to ask her a thing.
But he did. Gruffly. As if he didn’t suspect her. “You with me?”
Helena didn’t speak. He thought maybe she couldn’t. Her gray eyes met his and shone like silver for a moment there, wide and damp and something almost like shy, too, which made no kind of sense after he’d had his face deep in her cunt.
She slid one of her small, soft hands over his jaw. Then she nodded, solemnly, as if it was a vow.
She might as well have punched a new hole straight through his chest.
But Tyr ignored that. He kicked open her legs and settled himself in that soft place between them, rubbing his chest against her hard little nipples and liking it when she sighed, then shivered. He got his dick nice and wet in all that slippery heat, and then he lined himself up at her entrance at last.
He started to push in.
Slow. So damned slow, when all he wanted was to pound and pound and pound them both into oblivion. But he was a big man no matter how wet she was, and she was tight as hell besides. She made a small sound, not quite distress.
“Look at me,” he gritted out and she obeyed. His compliant girl, so desperate to please. God, he was going to explode. “You can take me. Breathe.”
She shifted beneath him. He moved carefully, but kept up the steady pressure as she slowly, slowly, accommodated him, the tight walls of her cunt like a fist around his cock. Tyr felt himself sweat a little bit. He felt the need to hammer into her, the need to ride her hard and wild and who cared what she was hiding, blast through him like a cannon.
He fought it off. Barely.
Helena wiggled her hips, which didn’t exactly help anything, but it seated him inside her that much deeper. Still he kept easing his way in, waiting for her to relax and fully take him, then pushing in that little bit more. Until finally—finally—he was all the way inside her, his balls flush against the outside of her body and her cunt a slick, tight dream around him, and this was all about to get great.
Tyr propped himself up on his elbows and gave her more of his weight, watching the flush on her cheeks get redder when he did. His breath was coming hard, as if he’d just run up the side of a mountain or two. He already knew she liked it when he told her what to do. Now he knew she liked being pinned down while she was filled with his cock, the same as she’d liked it when he was licking her cunt.
She was absolutely perfect.
And that same little voice in his head that reminded him what he was supposed to be doing here, what he needed to extract from her and the fact it might have something to do with his blood enemy, hardly registered.
Helena made a soft sighing sound and rotated her hips, pulling that plump lower lip of hers between her teeth as she moved against him experimentally. Testing that snug fit. Making him crazy.
“Comfortable?” he asked her. It was more of a growl.
Helena swallowed hard. Then nodded.
“Then say so,” he told her, just to be an asshole. Just because he could, and she liked it, which he would have known even if her cunt hadn’t clenched around him in response. “Say, Fuck me, Tyr. Throw a few pleases in there and who knows what might happen?”
She went even redder and even hotter, and he felt her get wetter all around him. Her breath was loud in the space between them and she was quivering so hard it made her bite-sized tits shake.
“Please, Tyr,” she whispered, so very obedient when it came to his cock. “Please fuck me.”
And the joke was on him, because he thought a battle-ax to the head would have been less of a blow than the way that breathy little request hit him.
You are screwed, he acknowledged.
But he didn’t care.
He bent and took her mouth again, a wet, hot, this might kill us both kind of thing, sliding one hand up to cup the back of her head and get her right where he wanted her—or maybe needed her, as mental as that sounded. She moaned into his mouth, sounding as lost as
he refused to admit he was, because that was impossible. She was maybe an enemy and this was just sex and—
Fuck it, he thought.
And then, at long last, Tyr stopped thinking and began to move.
* * *
Helena could feel him everywhere.
He was so big inside of her and the wild slide of that huge cock nearly undid her, his slow, slick retreat and then a harder thrust back in, filling her almost too well. She didn’t think she could take it. She didn’t think she could survive it.
She thought she’d die if he stopped.
Tyr propped himself up on one elbow, his other hand tangled in her hair as he took her twice, her pussy below and her mouth above. His lips taunted hers, teasing and taking, as he finally thrust into her—and then he angled himself back so he could watch her. And him. And the place they were joined, where his cock sank deep into her pussy again and again, like it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen.
Helena thought maybe it was. For her, anyway.
He set an easy, lazy sort of pace. And Helena didn’t really get how he did it. How he could have sex this way, the way all men did as far as she knew, and yet it was so completely different. So much hotter, so much more intense. So much dirtier, somehow. It was something about the way he looked at her as he did it, something stark and possessive on his hard face, instead of staring off somewhere else or muttering apologetically. It was something about the way he dragged himself against her, grinding himself against her clit every time he sank so deep inside her, making fire catapult through her with every stroke.
She didn’t think that was an accident.