by Jenika Snow
She held her breath. The wickedness of his words and this situation had her on the verge of passing out.
Styx moved down the length of her body until she felt his warm breath along the top of her ass. He kissed and licked her flesh, and then grabbed the cheeks and clenched his fingers around the mounds. When he spread her bottom and the cool air moved along the crease she let out the breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding.
He groaned, and she knew he was staring at the area he had exposed. “You’re so fucking juicy for me.” He speared a finger through her slit, and she bit her lip harder, tasting blood as she broke the skin.
“Ask me for it again.”
“Please,” she begged.
Styx spanked her right cheek first, the sound of flesh being hit echoing off the cavern walls.
“Your body craves me.” He rubbed her between her legs again, proving that she was even wetter after he spanked her.
At the first touch of his tongue on her pussy, she couldn’t contain the cry that left her. And then he feasted on her like she was his last meal. Styx licked up the center of her pussy, and she cried out from the pain and pleasure coalescing into one.
Gods.
“Styx, yes. That feels so good.”
He groaned against her, the sloppy sounds of him eating her out filling the cavern.
She clenched the furs beneath her, needing something to hold onto. Shifting slightly, her ass ended up being propped up more, and was obscenely shoved in Styx’s face. But he groaned at that fact and sucked on her pussy harder, faster.
He sucked her clit into the hot, wet depths of his mouth, and that was the end of it. She came for Styx, just opened herself up and experienced what he had to give her. She knew she could enjoy this, embrace it, because this wasn’t the end.
He sucked even harder, and her breath hitched.
“Tonight is about pleasing you, my female, even if my cock wants inside of you, wants to really have you in all ways.” He sucked on her harder.
He wasn’t even going to fuck her right now? She didn’t know if she’d even survive.
“I’ll be the only one that sates your needs.” He ran his teeth along her labia, and a gasp left her at the sensitivity of it.
He pushed her legs open more, stood behind her, and before she could contemplate what was happening he had her flat on her back again. He had both of her wrists in one of his hands once more, thrust above her head, and had her submitting to him in the most basic of ways. He bent down between her thighs and had his mouth back on her pussy.
He was relentless as he rubbed her clit, moved that thick digit around the opening of her body, not penetrating her, but promising that he could take her any way he wanted. “You have my beast coming out, mate.” He started to penetrate her with his finger, just one, and very slowly. His hand kept her pinned down for his ministration. He was relentless, wicked and demanding as he flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit, and barely fucked her with his finger.
The sound of his voice made vibrations on her clit, and she moaned out for more.
“I have feelings for you, Styx,” she whispered the words, as if they had a mind of their own.
He murmured against her flesh, “Mine.” He started sucking especially hard on the little nub, and she came again for him.
When her pleasure receded and they were both panting harshly, Styx pulled her into his arms and just held her. Maybe Audrey shouldn’t have felt anything but disgust for Styx, given the way they’d been brought together, but she couldn’t feel anything but the strong emotions coursing through her.
She turned her head and closed her eyes, breathing in his scent, that dark, intoxicating aroma. It felt so good to have him hold her, to have his big arms wrapped around her, making her feel protected, and cared for.
After everything she’d been through all Audrey thought about was how lucky she really was. This male had helped in more ways than just saving her life and tending to her. This male had given her hope in a rather bleak existence. And to her that meant the world.
Chapter Ten
The following day
Audrey tried her hand at cooking tonight’s dinner, and although she’d cooked plenty where she used to live, the meat she was working with, and the fruits and vegetables Styx had brought her, were unlike anything she’d ever used before.
He’d left to make sure the cave entrance was secure, and Audrey picked up one of the yellow pieces of vegetables, one that had a green stripe down the center and felt of earth. Since she wasn’t familiar with this area, she decided to use the meat and other ingredients to make a stew.
Picking up the strips of meat, she felt they were oily, thick, but they smelled incredible, even raw. Setting them in the large pot hanging over the flames on a fire spit, she started dropping in the cut up vegetables, added herbs Styx had given her, and then took a large wooden ladle and mixed it all together. For the stew not even being cooked yet, she had to admit the scent was delicious.
The sound of Styx approaching had her turning and looking toward the entrance of the cave. When he stepped through her body instantly heated, remembering what he’d done to her, given her, the night before.
She took a moment to just stare at Styx, at the way his body moved so fluidly, his muscles bunching and relaxing with every step he took, the intense expression he also wore. She felt herself become wet, wanted him inside of her desperately, but she’d never say it out loud. She couldn’t. But then Styx stopped just a few feet from her, set his sword down so it leaned against the rock wall, and turned to face her.
She watched as his pupils dilated, his eyes becoming dark, dangerous, but a trait she knew meant he was aroused. She also saw the tip of his fangs, and the side of her neck throbbed with the remembrance of him running those deadly points along her flesh, not puncturing her, but the threat, enticement there at the surface.
Food forgotten and arousal claiming every part of her, there was something that shifted in Audrey She found herself slowly rising, her pulse increasing, and the sound of the fire crackling not blocking out their increased respirations.
“Audrey,” Styx said her name softly, with heat. He inhaled, and a tingle spread through her at the knowledge he was taking in the fact she was wet for him. This low, animalistic sound left him, and then he was right in front of her. He had his head lowered, and ran the tip of his nose up the length of her throat.
“I can smell how much you want me, mate,” he growled out in a deep whisper.
She closed her eyes and nodded, knowing he couldn’t see her do the act, but unable to actually say anything.
He cupped her cheeks in his huge hands, leaned back, and looked into her eyes.
“Matuva Grethya Nu,” he said in his native tongue. His words were gruff, his language on the serrated side, but she found it beautiful all the same.
“What did you say?” she asked. One day she’d learn his language.
That thought had this warmth spreading through her, because it was like a slap to the face with the realization she wanted to stay.
He lowered his gaze to her mouth. “It means you are my earth, my moon, sun, and stars. It means my heart beats for you, that you’re my everything.”
She lowered her gaze to his mouth, as well. “All of that for three little words?”
He lowered his head an inch closer to her. “More or less.” The corner of his mouth lifted, and then he had his lips on hers. Styx moved his hands down her face, stroked his fingers along the sides of her neck, and continued lower until he gripped her hips. He kissed her while he did this, stroking his tongue over her lips, before delving it into her mouth. He flexed and released his fingers on her hips, and she knew that this encounter … this mating as he called it, would be so heated she wouldn’t even be able to comprehend the magnitude of it.
It wasn’t just about her losing her virginity to Styx, but about her giving herself to a male that would never let her go.
And that is a heady
combination.
The fire running through her veins could not be ignored, could not be extinguished, but Audrey didn’t want it any other way.
He broke the kiss and started moving his mouth down her cheeks, along her neck, and stopped at her collarbone. “So sweet, mate,” he growled the words out.
She breathed out heavily, because at the moment that was all she could do. Styx made her wet and so ready to take him into her body, and making her feel like she was losing all control. He pulled her closer to him, and she felt his hardness. She gasped at the feeling because it heightened her own arousal.
A shiver worked its way through her, and Audrey grabbed his head, tangled her fingers in his messy, longer hair, and pulled his head back until she could look into his eyes.
He flared his nostrils, his pupils fully dilated and his mouth parted. She glimpsed his wicked looking fangs again, and she got impossibly wetter. Audrey took control of the kiss and gave back just as forcefully as Styx had. He groaned against her mouth, and grabbed a chunk of her hair behind her head, pulling the strands until the pain mixed with the pleasure.
After long seconds he finally broke the kiss.
She moaned when he ran his tongue back down her neck and along her pulse.
“I’m going to mark you so fucking good.”
He was rock hard, so big and thick that wetness coated her inner thighs. He smoothed his hands over her bottom, down the back of her thighs, and gripped her behind the knees. Before she knew what was happening he had her leather pants off and had his hand between her thighs.
“Styx,” she said and closed her eyes as his big fingers found her soaking slit. She wrapped her thighs around his waist. He claimed her mouth once more, and speared his tongue between her lips.
She moaned and grabbed onto his shoulders for support. Their breathing mingled, and for that moment they were one.
“You are perfect for me. You are mine and only mine, until we both take our last breath.”
Audrey shivered at his dominating and possessive demeanor. She took in the wide expanse of his nude shoulders, and of the scars that littered his golden skin, telling of the battles he’d fought.
Her gaze drifted farther south, leading to what she wanted most at the moment.
Yeah, Audrey was going to move this along, because doing nothing was not an option.
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Mine.
Styx had been trying to rein in his desires for Audrey since the moment he found her in the woods, innocent, vulnerable.
Pushing those thoughts aside, he watched as the firelight move along her curvy form. She’d taken off her top, and her naked body called to him in the most primal of ways.
Her thick, red waves were pushed off her body, and there was nothing obstructing him from looking his fill. He heard her swallow, and saw the slender line of her throat work up and down. Of course he knew she was nervous, but her arousal far outweighed that.
“Wife, I could have my fill of you and I’d still never be sated.” He lifted her head with his finger under her chin.
Audrey licked her lips, and he was riveted to the sight, imagining her mouth wrapped around his cock.
He reached out and pushed a piece of her hair away from her forehead. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she said without hesitation.
That pleased him immensely and he growled low at that fact. He smoothed his hands along the bare flesh of her shoulders, continued down her arms, and then stopped at her waist.
“Yes, you are mine. Only mine.” Styx moved his tongue along the seam of her lips, and the flavor of her was addictive. When she started kissing him back he didn’t stop the groan that left him, but he forced himself to break the kiss, and trailed his lips along her jawline to her ear. “I am so hard for you, wife. I ache to fill you with my seed.”
“Then do it, mate.”
He was frozen for a second at the sound of her calling him her mate, acknowledging it. “You please me more than you’ll ever know.”
She made this soft noise, one that sounded like need and desperation, and everything that turned him on. He slipped his hand behind her nape, curled his finger into her soft, warm flesh, and started kissing her pulse, which beat rapidly beneath her ear. He pulled her closer so he felt her breasts press to his chest. A low growl left him, one he couldn’t stop.
He kissed her neck, nipped her lightly, his fangs aching to pierce her flesh. “I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
She made another small noise and dug her nails into his flesh. That sting of pain mixed with his desire, and his cock jerked.
Styx knew that he had to claim her now. He had been trying to go slow, easy, and make her see that he could be gentle and compassionate. But he was who he was, and she’d told him she wanted all of him, the real him.
He dragged his hand up her belly and over her ribcage to cup one of her breasts. He thrust his pelvis forward, ground his cock into her softness, and groaned himself.
He sucked on her neck, dragged his tongue up the slender column of her throat, and thrust back and forth against her softness. He let his fangs run over her soft, fragile human flesh, his mouth watering to taste her, to puncture her skin. He wanted his scent in her bloodstream, wanted her to be fully his. Pulling back was hard as hell, but he managed to do it, to breathe in deeply. He looked down at her body, moved back up, memorizing every part of her, and finally stopped at her breasts once more. He might have already looked at them, felt them, and seen how they had hardened for him, but he would never get tired of gazing upon them.
I’ll never tire of looking my fill of her.
Styx was going to devour her.
He wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck, pulled her forward, and lowered his head to lick the curve of her throat from collarbone to ear. Her flesh was sweet, addictive. She gasped.
“That feels so good,” she whispered, and his cock grew harder at her admission.
He took hold of her nipples between his thumb and forefingers, and pulled at the already taut flesh. He was shaking with the force to keep calm. He lowered his head, removed his hands, and sucked at one of her turgid nipples. After a few seconds he let go of her nipple with an audible pop. His dick was so hard it ached, and his balls were drawn up tight to his body. Right now all he wanted to do was attack her like an animal, to fuck her hard and rough, as was the way of his kind.
Slowly, as if she read his mind, she parted her thighs. The sight of her pussy lips spreading, showing him her pink, wet center, had Styx feeling like he would snap and mount her right now without even attempting to go slow.
I have to be gentle with her, at least for this first time.
He removed his leathers in record time, and reached down and took hold of his dick and started stroking himself from root to tip, not able to control his need to touch himself as he looked upon her. His cockhead was wet from the constant pre-cum that came from the tip, and he knew he was close to bursting and spraying his seed all over her belly if he didn’t gain control.
“Show yourself to me, mate. Show me everything.”
And as she obeyed him so instantly, all Styx could do was watch as she reached down, spread her pussy lips wide, and showed him exactly what he owned.
Chapter Eleven
Audrey touched herself, showed him the most intimate part of her, and despite everything being so foreign to her, she wanted to please him, wanted to make him as needy as she was. She looked down at the long, thick length that was standing hard between his muscular thighs. This man was definitely a warrior, a completely brutal male that could crush bones with his hands. His body showed it, his personality screamed it, but with her Styx showed her a different side. He’d proved how lethal he was numerous times already, and she knew he’d go to any lengths to ensure she was safe.
He stroked himself in slow, almost lazy motions, his focus on her … always on her. Clear fluid dotted the tip of his cock from his arousal for her, and she finally lifted her g
aze from his impressive length to his chest. The scars, the power that she saw, made her hotter. Audrey was more than ready to have him move closer, to have his big body right on top of hers, and have him thrust deeply into her.
And she didn’t want anything else at this moment.
He took a step closer until he was at the edge of the pallet and kept his gaze trained between her splayed thighs.
“Keep them open for me, mate.”
She wasn’t about to disobey.
He stroked himself a little faster, the sound of his palm moving over his flesh filling her head. His bicep contracted and relaxed from the rapid motion of him jerking off.
“Be with me, Styx.”
He groaned but finally moved onto the pallet and placed his hands beside her hips. She felt herself grow wetter between her thighs at how big he was hovering over her.
“I want this so badly,” she said before she could stop herself.
“And you’ll have more than you’ll ever need, mate.” The way he watched her made her feel desire like she’d never felt. Even though she’d never had sex before, Audrey wanted Styx to thrust into her willing body already.
“No playing tonight, my female. Tonight I finally claim you, finally thrust my cock deep in you and fill you with my seed, with my baby.” The position he was in made him look so very fierce.
She pushed herself up, resting her upper body on her elbows, and waited for him to kiss her, needing it. He didn’t make her wait long, and only a second later claimed her mouth, forcing her to take all of him. His flavor was sweet, but also slightly spicy. Audrey made a small noise in the back of her throat, not able to stop herself. And it was that small sound that seemed to having something snap inside of Styx.
He moved his hand behind her head, grabbed a chunk of her hair, and forced her head back, her throat now arched, bared. She felt the hot, hard length of him press between her thighs as he continued to kiss her. Audrey wanted to feel him stretching her, pushing into her and making her ache settle, making her feel full and complete. Styx swirled his tongue around the inside of her mouth with a possessiveness that Audrey felt deep in her bones.