by J. S. Scott
“I tried. I asked you to fuck me,” she replied angrily. “You sent me away. You do nothing but send me away. I want. I need. I crave. I feel everything you do. I know it’s nothing compared to what you feel, but it hurts. Everything burns.”
“It burns for me, too,” he answered, his voice breaking with longing. “I just can’t reconcile myself with making you settle for a filthy murderer.”
“Don’t say that! Don’t ever say that again,” Sophie snapped. “You’re my mate. Nobody talks shit about my man. Not even you. What happened isn’t your fault, and even if I have to wrestle with you to do it, I’m going to make your pain go away. I’m tired of trying to hide my emotions, pretend like I don’t care.”
“Dammit, I fucking care, too,” he roared. “Too damn much, which is why I didn’t want you stuck with a man who is only fit to lead a fighting force. But I’m fucking sick of always following the rules, trying to do what’s right. I want to be a greedy bastard who takes exactly what he wants for once. And that would be you.”
Sophie sighed as she watched his eyes turn to amber fire, and as she let herself gauge his emotions, she felt nothing except his carnal, raw, uninhibited desire. “No more holding back?”
“None. You had your chance to run, my precious mate. Your chance to escape is over. You will be mine. I will see my mark on you. I will claim you so damn hard it might be painful.”
“Thank God,” she whispered fervently. “I need you so much.”
To her surprise, he lifted her hand carefully and licked her fingers, seeming to savor every bit of her essence as he sucked and tongued the damp fingers that had been fingering her own pussy, indulging in her taste like it was his favorite treat.
Seeing a man as strong and powerful as Kristoff licking her juices from her fingers was smoking hot, and her body reacted as she watched him, mesmerized.
“W-why? Why did you decide to come to me now?” she stammered. Now that her anger was turning into furious need, she was slightly embarrassed by being caught touching herself. It might be acceptable in today’s world, but sex wasn’t something even hinted or spoken about a few hundred years ago—not by females anyway.
Moving to her side, he kissed away the trail of tears from her face like her scars didn’t even exist. “I can’t bear your pain, and I can’t block myself from you anymore. Your hunger is too strong, and it haunts me now that I can feel it. I can’t stand the fact that you’re unhappy, and I fucking hate it that you feel alone. I feel the emptiness, too, and I can’t deny either one of us any longer. I’m here now, Sophie. Let me.”
Sizzling heat ignited between her thighs, and she felt adrenaline shoot through her body. She knew what he was asking. “You want to fuck me now?”
“I’ve always wanted that,” he grumbled, his voice hoarse with passion. “But now that your need has grown so strong, I can’t ignore it.”
“What about yours?”
“Your desire is more important than my own. It’s the way it is between mates.”
Sophie wanted to please him, too. His pain was partly hers now. His walls were starting to tumble, and her stubborn king was laying himself bare to her now.
No more fighting.
No more struggle.
No more misunderstandings.
“I would have kept fighting for you to fuck me,” she whispered loud enough for him to hear.
“I would have given in,” Kristoff admitted earnestly. “I’ve never really coveted one thing in my long existence, but you belong to me.”
“I want to please you. Badly.” Images of licking every inch of his muscular body and climbing him like a rock wall flitted across her mind, making her tremble. “But there’s one thing you need to know. Can you turn on the light?”
He immediately used his powers to illuminate the room by turning on the lamp at the bedside. “I already know you’ve never been with a man, and it makes my cock so hard that I can hardly fucking breathe,” he told her hoarsely. “I know I’ll be the first, and I can’t stand the thought of not being the last.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Sophie rolled out of bed before she lost her courage. Standing right beside his reclining figure, she raised her arms and pulled the nightgown over her head and dropped it onto the floor. “I want you to really see me. My scars aren’t just confined to areas you can see when I’m dressed.”
She cringed as his fierce, flame-filled eyes took in every inch of her body, from the claw marks on her breasts, to the ones that marked her hips. Her entire body was as ugly and horrific as her face.
Turning around so he could see her demon-marked back, which was full of more proof of the Evils’ torture, she slowly rotated to put her front side in his vision again, holding her breath for the look that was bound to happen—the expression of horror on his face as he saw all of her scars.
“Beautiful,” Kristoff rasped, his voice low with unhidden carnal
desire.
He reached out and grasped her fragile panties and ripped them from her body savagely without causing her a single bit of pain. “Yes,” he hissed as his gaze centered on her pussy. “You’re beautiful everywhere. I need to taste you.”
“Kristoff, I’m starting to think you’re blind.” His covetous look was startling, and her whole body was one big mass of need. “Can’t you even see my scars?”
“Come to me,” he demanded, holding out his hand.
His tone was not one to be ignored. She took his hand and let him pull her onto the bed. Raising himself on his elbow, he ran rough hands over the various marks on her body, looking more turned on than disgusted.
“I do see them, and I’m angry with myself for not being there to protect you. My rage at not being able to kill Goran for you burns in my soul.” He bent and ran his tongue over the mark at the side of her breast. “They’re a testament of your character, your courage, and your will to survive. To me, they make you sexy. They make you the person you are—my radiant. You’re light to my darkness, Sophie. Nothing about you will ever be unattractive. Never!”
Sophie sighed, a sound of relief and an end to her fears that Kristoff would ever see her as ugly. “I was afraid. When you rejected me, I thought you didn’t want me.”
He frowned, his expression annoyed. “Those are your thoughts when I’m trying to save you from me?”
She nodded slowly. “They’re my insecurities.”
“They will leave you,” Kristoff commanded.
Sophie smiled at him, amused because he thought he could just demand her negative emotions away. But maybe, in some ways, he could. She was convinced that in his eyes, he’d never see anything that he didn’t like when he looked at her naked.
As his hands became more demanding, his fingers sliding over her sensitive nipples, she moaned and closed her eyes. “They’re gone,” she assured him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Can you fuck me now?” Her body was clamoring for more. More. More.
“But you’re an innocent, and now you know who and what I was—”
She quickly pressed a finger to his lips. “Don’t. It’s who you were, and maybe you don’t want to share everything with me yet, but I want who you are now.”
He quirked a surprised brow at her. “And that would be?”
“The man my body craves and my soul needs. Please, Kristoff. Teach me the thing I’ve never known. I’m ready to beg if I have to.”
“My mate will never have to beg. My mind will never be closed to you. I can’t fight this anymore,” he said with a husky groan vibrating in his voice. “You taste like nectar from the gods, and I want my head between your legs, my mouth all over you until you scream out in an orgasm that will take your breath away,” he told her with a carnal growl as he rolled on top of her and pinned her hands over her head. “Then I want to bury myself inside you until we’re so intertwined that we can feel each other’s release. Th
is won’t be the gentle claiming you deserve. It’s going to be a desperate ride to pleasure. Are you ready for that? Because I can’t hold myself back. Our need is too raw.”
Sophie’s breath caught in her throat, and she couldn’t speak as his eyes flashed to a darker amber, his expression feral and tormented.
Ready for it? Hell, she’d enjoy every second of it. “I’m not a fragile flower, Kristoff,” she reminded him when she could find her voice. “You’ve seen the scars, the evidence.”
“Nobody will ever hurt you again,” he answered furiously. “I fucking swear it right now. You’re mine to protect.”
The more his walls crumbled, the more he was beginning to sound like a caveman, and that turned her on more than she wanted to admit. “I’m more than ready,” she admitted, her hunger for him so strong that she could barely get the words out.
“Thank fuck!” Leaning down, he crushed his mouth to hers, his grasp still holding her wrists, his desperate, rough embrace claiming her.
She was breathing hard when he finally released her mouth and started to devour the sensitive skin at the side of her neck. “Mine!” he insisted in a possessive tone.
Sophie didn’t argue. In the depths of her soul, she’d always known she was his. The miraculous part was that he was hers, too, and she was going to enjoy every moment of being this intimate with her mate. She allowed her body to sink into a delicious pleasure like she’d never experienced, her need to be bonded so fierce that a sharp, ferocious pain squeezed her core.
For the first time in her life, she felt truly alive, every nerve in her body sparking, and she was going to enjoy every moment of her awakening.
Kristoff hated himself for every harsh word he’d said to Sophie. Like a selfish prick, he’d closed himself off and hadn’t been feeling her sorrow, frustration and pain.
Now that he was experiencing her need, it had him in a frenzy, frantic to soothe every ache she had. His nature and soul demanded it. He was slipping closer and closer to the edge of reason with every breath he took, the scent of his mate making him nearly insane.
If he could have picked one person on Earth himself to be his mate, Sophie would have been that woman. She had been worth waiting for, and his wait was fucking over. Done. She’d penetrated every defense he had, and he didn’t care if she could see him raw and vulnerable. For her, he’d bare himself. Miraculously, he was learning to trust, and Sophie was worth risking everything to have.
His body shuddered as she whimpered when he put his mouth to her puckered nipple and teased it with his tongue. Her pleasure was his, and he’d satisfy her if it killed him.
Mine. Mine. She was always supposed to be mine.
And he wanted to claim her. Not only did she make his cock so hard it was painful, but he loved her softness, her curiosity, and her heart. Even after spending so many years with the Evils enduring their torment, Sophie still exuded an innocence that made him completely insane.
Her first concern had been for him when she’d shared his nightmares, and the fact that she cared about him felt like a blazing hot knife had stabbed him in the chest. He couldn’t remember the last time that somebody had even given a shit about how he was doing other than Athena.
He was King. He was supposed to have all of the answers. But Sophie hadn’t come to him for answers. She’d been checking to see if he was okay.
That tender action had nearly torn him apart. He’d sent her away instinctively, a last ditch effort to save her from a Sentinel who wasn’t worthy, but her hurt and frustration had filtered through his crumbling mental barrier. It was a call he couldn’t and wouldn’t ignore.
“Kristoff, yes. Yes. Please,” she cried out, her tone desperate.
His need to soothe her was so acute that he moved down her belly, tonguing every one of her scars. Those puckered marks angered him in a way that was hard to explain. Although they were a testament to her character, it killed him that he hadn’t been there to protect his mate.
The burning need to see Goran dead was never going to leave him, but being able to satisfy his mate would help.
Never again would he let anybody hurt her. He’d have to be gone before that happened, and he had no plans of getting dead.
Not when I have this. Not while I have her.
Parting her thighs none-too-gently, he did what he’d wanted to do from the moment he’d seen Sophie. He didn’t waste any time with teasing her toward climax. She needed satisfaction now, and Kristoff was determined to give her exactly what she needed.
Sophie closed her eyes as the feel of Kristoff’s wicked tongue delving between her folds and licking over her clit nearly sent her flying off the bed. He used his entire mouth to devour her, and the pleasure was so intense that she couldn’t stop herself from screaming.
“Oh, God! Yes! More!” She grasped his head, hanging onto him tightly. The pleasure was so intense that she tried to roll away from him.
“Mine. Mine to please,” he growled in an animalistic tone. “Denied too long. You will not move.”
Sophie felt herself placed onto her back again, and her hands flew over her head. Her thighs parted wide and stayed there. Her body was basically spread out and at Kristoff’s mercy, her wrists and legs bound by his magic. As she strained against the invisible bonds, they held fast.
Not being able to move was erotic, knowing he was so crazed that he wasn’t going to let her escape.
Kristoff returned to giving her what she needed, just the same way that he did everything: laser focused, powerfully, and with so much intensity that Sophie was gasping for breath.
She still fought the intense pleasure, but she couldn’t move away, couldn’t do anything but pull against his bonds, her entire body throbbing, her pussy quivering.
She thrashed on the bed as much as she could manage to move as his tongue laved her clit like it belonged to him, claimed her pussy as though it was his to pleasure. His dominance pushed Sophie’s desire to fever pitch, and she panted as he flicked the tiny bundle of nerves over and over again.
“Feels. Too. Good. I can’t take anymore. I can’t.” Sophie could barely choke out the words as she moaned incoherently.
You’ll come for me so hard that you’ll forget all the pain.
His voice was controlling, demanding, and hot as hell in Sophie’s mind. She could feel his need to dominate and knew she couldn’t get away. It was what he needed. And God help her, she needed it, too. Being open and submissive to Kristoff fulfilled some elemental need to be his, and the eroticism of letting him do what he willed was setting her on fire.
As he slipped a finger into her slick channel, something in her belly started to burn. When he added another, stretching her muscles as he pumped slowly in and out with his fingers as he continued to destroy her with his wicked tongue on her clit, Sophie felt the fire in her stomach begin to spread. Almost immediately, the flames went straight to her core.
“Kristoff. I can’t. I can’t.” She wasn’t sure what she was fighting, but the strength of what seemed to be overtaking her body was so forceful that it scared her.
Come for me. I’ll be here.
The sound of his husky, demanding voice in her head tipped her over the edge. There was nothing wrong, nothing bad about to happen, even though she was beginning to burn so hot, her heart beating so fast, that she felt like she was going to die.
Trusting Kristoff completely, she let every sensation overwhelm her. The motion of his fingers matched his teasing tongue, and she let herself spiral out of control.
When her climax gripped her, she screamed, her back arching up, and her nails digging into her palms.
“Oh, God. Kristoff!” The muscles of her sheath clenched down on Kristoff’s fingers over and over and she physically shook when the volatile orgasm reached its peak.
She struggled for breath as she began to spin down again, hearing Kristoff la
pping eagerly at the juices she’d expelled as she’d been rocked by her first orgasm.
She sighed as the bonds holding her released, and he slid up her body and nuzzled her neck. “Better now?” he asked hoarsely.
The feel of his whiskered jaw against her sensitive skin felt sinfully erotic. “Better,” she agreed. “Can I do the same thing to you now?” She wanted to taste him the same way he’d done to her. In fact, she craved it.
“I’d never survive it,” he answered unhappily, his voice muffled against her neck. “If you took my cock between those beautiful lips of yours, I’d lose my mind.”
She smiled and speared her hands through his hair, which was now damp with sweat. His solemn answer actually delighted her, even though she hated seeing him suffering. Knowing he wanted her just that much was heady for her.
Wriggling beneath him, she encouraged, “Fuck me, then. Please.” She could feel his enormous, rock-hard cock between their bodies, and she needed him. “I still need you. I need to feel you.”
“I’m not sure I’ll survive that either, but I can’t stop myself,” Kristoff growled between gritted teeth. “It might hurt. You’re so damn tight. I warned you that this would be a rough ride.”
“I don’t care,” she mumbled, her sheath aching to take him in. “Now, Kristoff. Do it now.”
She wasn’t certain if she was feeling the pain of his need or hers, but it didn’t matter. Knowing Kristoff needed relief was the only thing she could think about, her only focus.
He filled her with one swift thrust of his hips, groaning as he buried his cock deeply inside her. “Jesus, Sophie. You’re slick, but so damn tight. Do you know how good it feels to be the only man who has had you like this? The only man that ever will?”
Taking a moment to catch her breath from the momentary pain of having Kristoff’s cock embedded to the root inside her, it took her a minute to answer. “No. I only know how it feels to have you there. It fills the emptiness.”