He drew back slightly. “Very well, my stubborn little bride.” Rising from the bed, he took a seat in a chair near the door. Watching her still, he unlaced his leather pants and let his hardened cock jut free.
She flinched at the sight of it, but he held back a smile. Instead, he reached down and began to gently stroke himself.
She swallowed visibly at the sight.
“Like what you see, bride?”
She appeared, for a moment, as if caught in a trance. Then she jerked free of it and struggled to get her bearings back. “It’s fine enough, I suppose.”
He let out a hearty chuckle. “Again with that. Ares help me, but you do amuse me, Maven.” Aware she still kept her gaze on his rod, he glanced down at its size and imagined the honeyed sweetness of plunging it between her thighs. “A shame you’re going to waste all that sweet juice that’s making your cunt so slick.” Slick and shiny. Her legs were still spread, keeping him on the sharp edge of arousal. “A shame all those cocks prepared you for this—” he squeezed his cock lightly, “—yet you aren’t going to know the deep, deep pleasure of having it inside you.”
Her mouth was half open, her eyes filled with fire and argument, her lips pouty. She was getting close to giving in, he could tell.
“You have such pretty lips, Maven. Red and swollen, as if a bee has stung them. Do you wonder how it would feel to have them around my shaft?”
“No,” she blurted out, but he knew instantly, from the hunger in her gaze, that it wasn’t the truth, so he only smiled.
“You are a poor liar, wife.”
She let out a disgruntled breath of disgust.
“All you have to do is tell me what you want, dear bride, and I’ll give it to you.”
Her lovely breasts heaved where she lounged at the center of the large bed, clearly battling her urges. She bit her lip and raised her hands to them, beginning to knead them just as he caressed his own rod. The sight thrilled him all the more.
“It would be much more fun for me to do that and you to do this,” he said with half a grin, motioning down to where he lightly gripped his shaft. When she didn’t respond, he gave a light chuckle. “But have it your way, stubborn wife. Your pussy will hate you for it. You won’t sleep tonight, you know. You won’t sleep until you’ve known the joy of taking this cock.”
She let out another frustrated sigh and he could have sworn he could visibly see her getting closer and closer, reaching the point where her pride didn’t matter, where the only thing that mattered was being fucked.
That was when one hand dropped from her breast to her clit, the long middle finger pressing over it hard, down into her slit, the touch bringing a moan from her lips.
He pushed up from the chair and dove on the bed, grabbing her wrist to yank her hand away from her crotch, pinning her to the bed, his knees against her thighs, his hands like manacles, holding her wrists at both sides of her head. “No, my little bride,” he bit off, feeling a bit savage now. “Self-pleasure isn’t part of this game, so without me, you can’t win.”
She struggled against his hold and he tightened his grasp.
Then he kissed her—a brusque, quick meeting of mouths—and she kissed him back, just as ferociously, their lips crushing together. He pulled back to look at her afterward, saw the same brutal hunger in her eyes that he knew shone in his own, then kissed her again, longer this time, mouths straining against each other. He hadn’t a clue if Kaelen had succeeded in teaching her to kiss because kisses like this held no skill or style—they were only rough collisions of lips and teeth and tongue.
It would be so easy to plunge his cock into her now, to give them what they both wanted, what they craved. As he fought with her—another wild kiss bruising both their lips—he could almost feel the moisture closing tight around him, almost feel her virginity being fucked away. It was a mighty urge—almost too great to control given the self-torture he’d endured the past week.
But he would control it, by Ares. He would.
“Say it,” he ground out, listening to both of them, breath labored, as if they’d run a great distance. Perhaps they had—a great sexual distance.
“No!” Even as she resisted, she arched her breasts up toward him, physically begging him to touch her. Her leather-clad calves now circled his so that even as he braced her thighs with his knees, she held him captive, too.
He commanded her through tightly clenched teeth, his patience at a breaking point. “Say it, bride. Now.”
“No! Just fuck me!”
She didn’t realize how the hot words ran through him, how even as she argued she gave in. “Say that again.”
“Just fuck me! Just do it!”
His voice went lower, his cock stiffer. “Once more.”
She practically sobbed. “Just put it in me! Fuck me! Please!”
His chest went warm as her expression changed—it had finally hit her that she was doing what he’d wanted—she was begging. She looked mortified but no less feral.
“Again,” he whispered, this time dipping his body downward, sensually raking the tip of his hungry cock up through her wetness—a red-hot tease.
She appeared lost, as if she didn’t know what to do—he could see her fighting with herself, fighting just enough that he dipped down again, this time with his upper body. He eased his chest low enough to graze her pointed nipples. She hissed at the pleasure and looked up into his eyes, desperate and wanting. “Please,” she said, so low he could barely hear.
“More,” he whispered in reply.
“Oh Ares, please,” she whimpered, “please don’t keep torturing me so. I can’t survive it.”
He bestowed a softer kiss then, brushing it over her lips, then her jaw. She turned her head, silently encouraging more, and he kissed her gently on the neck, just above the choker. Then he leaned in close to her ear. “More, Maven. More.”
When he pulled back, her eyes were shut. “Please fuck me,” she whispered.
“Tell me you crave my cock,” he said softly, prodding her.
“Oh, Ares help me, I do. I crave it.”
“Crave what?”
“I crave your cock. I want it inside me. I want to know how it feels.”
“What else?”
“I want to come. So badly. I want to feel like I’m shattering into pieces from it.”
“You want me to make you come,” he prompted.
“I want you to make me come.”
Maven opened her eyes and met his gaze to see the profound satisfaction residing there.
“That’s right, my bride,” he cooed over her.
Oh Ares, she was weak, so very weak—weaker than she ever could have believed of herself. It was sex; Lavonia said it was a gift, but Maven understood now that it was a trap, a way to snare her into being what he wanted her to be—his possession.
She thought he would release her wrists now, but he didn’t. His eyes went softer but were still filled with heat. And he still held her tight to the bed.
Now that she’d surrendered she didn’t fight it anymore, so when the urge next struck her, she uttered a helpless, “Please, Dane,” up into the air.
He began to cover her face in kisses, to rub his enormous erection against her slit, making her moan with hunger and delight. Soft touches combined with hard to make her feel all the more abandoned by everything she knew and believed. She could scarcely understand how his grip, so tight around her wrist, could feel as good as the tender kiss on her mouth, the tongue that swept inside to find her own. It was as if she’d been taken to a strange new universe where nothing made sense and she had no choice but to accept it all.
He dragged his kisses from her face to her breasts—tender at first, but then harder. Nibbles turned to bites. Licks turned to hard, insatiable sucking that made her cry out.
Hungry, she remained so hungry. No matter what he gave her, her pussy screamed for more, and she couldn’t help writhing in his grasp, helplessly longing, reaching, beseeching him to satisfy her.
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sp; Seeing his cock again reminded her that—oh Ares—he was bigger than Donnell and bigger than the last clay cock she’d been fucked with, but instead of fearing the powerful shaft, she yearned for it even more. “Fuck me,” she whispered fervently now. “Please fuck me.”
His knees pushed her thighs even farther apart, so far that she felt the sensation of her cunt opening wider. “Oh Ares,” she whispered, knowing the moment was at last at hand.
His huge cock poised there, at the point of entry, and she couldn’t help herself—she began pushing against it. “Now, please,” she murmured.
“Yes, now,” he breathed over her, then thrust deep inside.
She cried out at the impact, shocked and amazed. And recovering from a brief burst of pain, too, but that was over already, replaced by the sensation of utter fullness. “So big,” she moaned.
His voice wafted down over her. “Big for you.”
“Are we fucking now?” She looked up into his blue, blue eyes, only inches away from hers.
He began to move in and out of her, sliding the incredible shaft back and forth in her passage. “Now we are fucking, Maven,” he said in a deep growl, and with that his movements turned into driving thrusts, each digging deeper into her core, making her cry out at the power and pleasure they delivered.
She lay basking in the weakening pleasure for…oh Ares, she didn’t know how long, wondering how much more of the hot pummeling she could take, but at the same time hoping it never ended. Together they groaned when he squeezed himself deeper still in her warmth, and she’d nearly forgotten the concept of orgasm altogether when he suddenly pulled his cock out of her and said, “You’re going to come now.”
“What?” It had caught her off guard, but already he had released his tight hold on her and was moving down, kissing her breasts, kissing her stomach through the snug leather, pushing her short skirt higher up onto her waist as he peered down at her cunt.
“I’ve been wanting to taste your pussy, wanting to feel the smooth flesh around my mouth.”
Oh, so he was going to do what Kells had done earlier, what she’d learned about during her Orientation. Only—dear Ares!—the moment his tongue met her clit it was unlike anything she could have imagined. Whereas Kells’ licks had been smooth and pleasure-filled, Dane’s were so sensuous and hot that they put Kells’ efforts to shame.
He reached up to part her wider, making her feel all the more stretched and swollen, before his mouth came again—his tongue licking and laving as if she were some delightful delicacy, his lips closing over her clit even as he kept licking it. He worked at her with a passion she’d never witnessed.
And then it hit, like a storm out of nowhere—the orgasm struck so hard and fast that she was screaming out, pumping her hips at his mouth as streaming echoes of the deepest pleasure lifted her up and out of the bed, took her to some other world entirely, and then dropped her gently back in place, albeit dizzy and spent.
“Oh…” she sighed afterward, in the midst of recovery.
She watched her husband deliver one final lick to her pink folds as he cast her a wicked smile. “How was that, wife?”
She could barely speak, barely even breathe. “Heaven,” was all she could force out.
He groaned at her response, then wasted no time repositioning himself over her once more, smoothly sliding his cock back inside her.
“Oh Ares!” she cried at the welcome intrusion.
He leaned down near her ear again, his voice hovering somewhere between playful and heated. “You’re a virgin no more.”
She’d never been more aware of anything in her life. “Thank Ares.”
He pulled back with a soft, slight grin. “You disliked being a virgin?”
“I like fucking.”
He laughed softly, burying his face in her hair—another element that brought her new status home to her. The feel of her loose locks on her shoulders, the sense of him nuzzling in the hair at her nape. “I like fucking, too,” he told her.
“Can you…do it like before? Harder?”
He pulled back to look at her, and she instantly sensed that he liked the request. “Oh yes, wife, I can do it harder. And when I do, I’m going to come in you.”
Her thoughts flew back to Orientation, to the exciting moment when all three boys had shot their juices onto Lavonia’s stomach and breasts. “Where your cock will spew white on me?”
He tilted his head, looking excited and amused. “On you? Perhaps sometimes, yes. But tonight, in you, bride. Deep inside your pussy. Leaving part of me inside you. Bonding us in a way nothing else can.”
Even as he began to drive his mighty shaft inside her in that wonderfully hard, deep rhythm, she understood what he was saying—he was talking about staking a claim, a territory, a prize. He was reminding her one more time that she belonged to him now and that there was nothing she could do about it.
But had she not given up fighting that a little while ago? And had it not brought her the glorious cock that filled her and fucked her phenomenally well at this very moment? She grunted and moaned with the deep thrusts.
Yes, she couldn’t think about that aspect of things right now. For now, her mind only held room for awareness of his pounding rod, the sensations that started in her pussy but spread in an instant all through her, to the tips of her fingers and toes, up into her head. It all made her feel light and airy, as well as happily fucked by a man who knew what he was doing.
Yes, yes, yes, her cunt welcomed his deep plunges, filling her with a satisfaction unknown up to now. More—she never wanted the thrusts to stop, wanted to spend her whole life fucking Dane.
“Ah, now, now,” he said on a groan. “I’m coming. I’m coming in you. Deep inside you!” His last moves were filled with a new depth of force, nearly rocking the foundations of her body, but the knowledge that she’d brought him to orgasm and that he was depositing his lovely white fluid inside her left her replete, deepening the sense of satisfaction she’d experienced just a moment before to something far more profound.
“Oh Ares,” she sighed as he collapsed against her, flesh against flesh.
Without thought, her arms came around him, hugging his large frame to her as much as she could reach, and even as warm as she felt, even as safe as she surprisingly felt, her satisfaction became marred with the return of sanity—and the knowledge that she’d done what she’d sworn she never would. She’d begged him. For sex. For his cock. She’d admitted to craving him.
She’d as good as admitted to belonging to him.
Chapter Twelve
She awoke the next morning when sun shone through the window. At first, she forgot where she was, but one look at the naked man in bed next to her brought back the unbelievable and life-changing events of the previous evening.
She vaguely recalled that after sex, she’d watched Dane peel off his boots and pants before he’d rolled her onto her side in the bed to unhook her leather garment. He’d removed her boots as well, and they’d silently retreated beneath the covers.
She’d been too aroused to really take in the luxurious chamber last night, but she was taking it in now. Much larger than the room she’d been staying in and even larger than Dane’s quarters, which she’d visited on the first floor yesterday, the sizable room was filled with finely crafted furniture and rich silk fabrics. It reminded her of her parents’ chamber back home in Myrtell, boasting cabinets for clothing, a wash stand and a large hearth which likely kept the place cozy in winter.
The lavishness of her surroundings, though, were of no consequence when, once again, she recalled how she’d betrayed herself with Dane in this very bed.
Oh, how she’d begged him! She’d totally lost herself to desire, reaching a point where she thought she’d have done anything to make him sink his cock into her. Not that she could imagine a much worse sacrifice than the one she’d made.
In the harsh daylight, her actions seemed unthinkable, no matter how lustful she’d been. To beg him had been to admit t
o…needing him, wanting him, wanting to be his wife—and wanting to be his possession. They both knew it—she knew that was the reason he’d wanted her to beg in the first place. To demean herself. To submit to him in every way.
Oh Ares, what had she done? Bolting upright, she grabbed the coverlet they lay beneath and darted away from the bed, wrapping the blue and gold brocade around her nudity.
Of course, that left him naked. And waking.
Standing by the window, covered with the silk from her chest down, she couldn’t help watching him. His cock was not nearly so large as it had been last night, but Lavonia had explained to her about erections, and she couldn’t deny it still looked sizable even in its relaxed state.
“What in Ares name are you doing?” he asked, rising on one elbow. His voice was dry, scolding—as if she were an unruly child and he had tired of dealing with her bad behavior. Worse than that, he looked no less than godlike lounging on the bed so casually, his hair mussed, his face unshaven, his muscles spanning the whole length of him, and his cock falling waywardly to one side—still arousing to her even without an erection. She could have easily believed he was the embodiment of Ares himself, and even as she despised him, she still wanted him.
“Well?” he asked, his voice dripping arrogance. “Just couldn’t wait to get another glimpse of my rod?”
“Hardly,” she said, although the glimpse of his rod was all too enjoyable.
“What then, bride?”
“I can’t bear to be in the same bed with you,” she spat.
“You bore it well enough last night.” He let out a tired sigh. “And here I thought we’d put that silliness behind us and could behave like a normal husband and wife now.”
“The problem with that is your definition of ‘normal’. You think I belong to you.”
He raised his voice slightly. “You do belong to me. It’s a fact. And that is normal for all of Caralon.”
“Not for my parents.”
He rolled his eyes. “Remind me to thank Enrick for raising you without any understanding of how society works outside the royal fortress.”
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