Yeah, I can do that, she thought breathlessly, moving her hands up to fist them within his thick, lustrous hair. She twisted the long, blue-streaked strands around her fingers, then pulled him down to her mouth and thrust her tongue deep, loving the harsh growl that crawled up from his hard chest, shivering into her mouth, the excitement of his response rolling over her tongue like sweet-tasting sin. She stroked his palate, the silken inner curve of his cheeks, his lower lip, then sank her teeth into the warm surface, and he snarled at her, claiming control, his mouth slashing across her own as his tongue thrust past her lips and raked the warmth within.
She whimpered low in her throat as desire, red hot and glowing ember red, pulsed through her body like a sizzling bolt of lightning, lifting her hips, and she arched up against him, wanting to feel his rigid, massive cock against her, throbbing and hot and damp.
“Yes,” he hissed, pulling away until he could snag her gaze with the blistering intensity of his own, one hand moving between them, working purposefully at the ties of his leggings. “That’s it, my beautiful little warrior. Show me exactly where you want me.”
She moaned roughly and tugged at the long silken warmth of his hair, trying to shove him down her body. He laughed a low, wicked sound of male delight and moved between her thighs, his hard hands shoving her skirt up, leaving her naked and vulnerable to him. The fat, heavy head of his cock pressed against his taut stomach, a dark, beautiful bruised color, damp and angry looking, surging from its silver nest of curls, and suddenly she wanted nothing more than to soothe it with the tender press of her lips. To take it within the safety of her mouth, laving it with her curious tongue, but he was moving too quickly and she was caught up in the storm.
“I want you open,” he growled, pushing at her knees as she parted her legs. “Spread for me, little one. Spread these smooth, lush thighs and let me see your beautiful little cunt, all hungry and wet and swollen.”
She panted as she spread her thighs wide, jerking when his thumbs moved to pull her thick labia wider, revealing all the inner, intimate pink flesh of her sex. His mouth twisted, a strange intensity burning hot and wild and savagely in his silver-flecked stare, and she could feel the heat pouring off his hard body. Feel it like an animal, beastly energy that pulsed sharp and blood-red around him, making him glow.
Tess waited, panting and eager in her excitement…and still he stared, not even blinking as his narrowed eyes moved over her sex, feral and possessive.
“You’d think you’d never seen one before,” she whispered teasingly, licking her lower lip.
She watched with flaring satisfaction as his sensual lips curled in a mischievous grin, dark blue eyes glittering with humor-tinged lust. “That sounds like one of those statements guaranteed to get me into trouble no matter how I respond to it.”
Tess allowed her neck to relax, sighing as her head fell into the fluffy softness of her pillow, the air in her lungs smelling sweetly of musk and passion…and Zarnak.
“No, I’m not jealous. Maybe if you’d had a woman recently, but I think you’ve gone without for long enough. It must be like starting anew. Maybe that’s where the fascination lies.”
Before the words had completely left her mouth, he loomed over her, the glittering laughter of a moment before replaced with something hot and crackling within the swirling silver-flecked blue of his gaze. “That, as your human world would say, is utter bullshit.”
She blinked up at him slowly, the corners of her mouth edging carefully downward. “What?”
“It wouldn’t matter if I’d been fucking my way to hell and back from the moment time began. You—you stubborn woman—would still be special to me! More than special. Everything. I’ve done without for far too long to simply settle for what I could get!”
She opened her mouth, but he gave her no time to respond before he shoved his face into her pussy and laved her lustily with his strong, eager tongue. The words on her lips transformed into a choppy, keening sob, and she writhed beneath him as he spread her open with his thumbs once more and licked her swollen folds in greedy abandonment, leaving no part of her untouched…unclaimed.
“So fucking sweet,” he growled against her vulva, dipping his tongue into the tight, slippery hole of her body, laughing into her as she screamed and closed around him, trying to suck him deeper within. “So fucking good, Tess. Delicious. Juicy. Slippery and so impossibly fucking small. You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted, little one. The hottest little piece of cunt I’ve ever had, and it’s all mine. Every pink, creamy little inch of it and no one is taking it away from me.”
She panted and moaned and pulsed against his avid mouth, tugging on his head as she lifted her face and watched him licking her wet, pink flesh. Watched his tongue slide thickly along one plump, swollen lip, then just as slowly lick up the other side before lapping at the creamy, pussy-pink folds nestled within. It was the most carnal, primitive thing she had ever seen, and she pumped her hips against his mouth, feeling feverish and hot, her damp hair sticking to her temples, one long strand snagging across her flushed cheek.
“Eat me,” she moaned, loving the way he met her anxious stare while his mouth continued to move against her cunt, his eyes darkening at the naughty words that slipped so easily from her innocent lips. “Lick me and suck and me…damn it, just eat me…”
“Always,” he growled into her. “Fucking always, lass.”
Then he did the most amazing thing with his tongue and lips, thrusting into her drenched slit as his mouth suctioned around her vulva, and she could see him sucking at her, drinking down the creamy wash of her juices, taking them greedily down his throat. “Oh god…you’re swallowing me,” she cried out, feeling him pull the syrupy moisture from her pussy with insatiable, avaricious intent, his mouth working her stronger and stronger, while his savage growls vibrated through her.
“So fucking delicious. I could live on it,” he gasped hoarsely as he pulled his mouth away, licking a blisteringly intimate path up to her ripe clit, and her breath caught at the raw-edged burn of need she could see roiling there in the azure beauty of his eyes. So brilliant and pure and consuming. “Feed it to me, Tess. Pour your cum into my mouth and fill me up. I want it so fucking badly.”
She bit her lip so hard she tasted the coppery heat of blood, watching as that wicked tongue curled out to wrap around her clit, and she shattered, throwing back her head as she arched sharply, like a spark of electricity had been born inside her. He suckled hungrily at her clit before pressing lower and shoving his tongue back up into her, eating at her cream, swallowing her down as her body fell into an endless spasm that made her writhe beneath him.
Zarn, Zarn, Zarn, she chanted within her passion-drugged mind, pumping her hips against his beautiful face while he drank her in, her body sweat-slick and burning, alive with shocking, sharp-edged sensation. She struggled for breath, clutching greedily at the warm, sex-scented air, and then he moved over her and lifted her hips. The scream pushed up out of her throat as he drove himself into her, drilling the long, thick column of his rigid cock into her clenching depths, shoving himself into her, forcing himself into a space far too small for all that massive flesh. He was too big, too hot and hard, shoving into her like a burning, vicious shaft of steel, solid and thickened to the point that her pussy was being impossibly stretched to make way for him. But he made her take it, pressing forward with all the power of his formidable strength, parting her narrow channel inch by inch, and all she could think was all. She wanted it all, every single swollen, vein-ridged inch of his brutal cock, and she desperately wanted it fucking her. Wanted it cramming into her over and over, as hard and deep and as passionately violent as Zarnak could give it to her. Wanted him wild with his need for her, lost to the moment, fucking her so savagely that there was no room for worries about her being too fragile or breakable or human.
“Gods, Tess, you’re so fucking small, I feel like I’m going to break you apart,” he groaned deeply, his warrior’s body tre
mbling with the force of his need, muscles hard and straining. “Your tight little cunt is sucking on my cock like a goddamn throat.”
She moaned and her back arched as he suddenly thrust with all his power, hammering the thick, heavy root of his cock into her clamping passage, feeling as if he were pushing up into her chest, splitting her open. She’d never known it would feel so deep—that she could feel so full—but then she knew he was more than most men. Deliciously more, and she reveled in his savage possession.
He gave a low, wicked sound of pleasure as he seated himself against the far, deepest recesses of her body before pulling back in a thick, slow move that jerked incoherent animal sounds from her throat. She blinked in fascination as he gifted her with the most carnal smile she’d ever imagined. Tess nearly whimpered as he let his heavy, bulbous cock head, the ruddy flesh coated in her hot cream, teasingly stretch the keenly sensitive rim of her vulva, before hardening his jaw and slamming fully into her once again. As if determined to torture her with the burning pleasure, he nearly pulled out again on his next withdrawal, only to work his hips even harder as he shoved himself back inside her tight, so impossibly tight sheath of clutching, grasping muscles, inch by hard, firm inch, and she wanted to scream for him to hurry. Then, to her surprise, she heard herself doing that very thing. “Faster, Zarn. Please, oh god, fuck me faster. Please, please, please just fuck me!”
He laughed wickedly, and to her horror he moved even slower, until she could feel every breathless, intimate detail and ridge as he dug his way into her. Feel the way he spread her open deep inside, the powerful pumping of his heartbeat in that rigid, blood-thick shaft.
“I’ve waited lifetimes for you,” he gritted through the hard line of his teeth, staring down at her, those blue-silver eyes moving possessively over every damp feature of her face, as if he were stroking her skin. Then the corner of his lips lifted, a slow, sexy grin playing at the edges of his mouth. “This is going to take some time, little one. You’re so tight and wet, your hungry little pussy eating my cock like it’s been starving for it. I refuse to rush it,” he growled. “Svarqak, it might take forever.”
“Damn it!” she yelled, shocked somewhere deep inside when she felt herself hitting his muscled shoulders with her fists, shaking with her need to feel him working her hard and fast and deep. “I don’t have forever! I need you to fuck me now!”
And the second the impetuous words flew from her lips, she knew they were the wrong ones.
He stilled completely, staring down at her with an odd, piercing intensity. Then, finally, he said, “Roll over and put your ass in the air.”
His voice came low and hard and commanding, and the cock-hungry little sex fiend inside her melted at that harsh command, wanting nothing more than to obey. But the stubborn warrior demanded, “What are you going to do?”
“Fuck you,” he grunted, pulling out of her in a thick, stinging pull, his strong hands gripping her hips, rolling her as if she were a doll. “Fuck you in whatever way I damn well please,” he enunciated with sharp, biting precision.
“You could simply ask,” she snapped, sounding waspish, wondering if he was going to torture her with that slow, grinding pleasure until she broke apart and surrendered everything.
And he was after surrender, of that she was certain. There was something that she had yet to hand over, and he wanted it. Badly. Every feminine instinct she possessed assured her of that fact.
“Yes, I could ask,” he drawled from behind her, shoving her flowing skirt out of his way and pulling her to her knees. He knocked them wider with the steely strength of his thighs, the smooth, wet head of his dick slipping hotly along the crevice of her ass in an intimate, stroking slide that made her breath catch and stick in her throat. “I could ask, but you like giving me the control, Tess. You like fighting me for it. I can feel it in the rhythm of your pulse, smell it on the scent of your cunt. You love fighting for control—and I love taking it. I love making you give it over.”
“Not always—not in everything,” she argued, unwilling to turn over her life from the hands of one dictator to another. She turned her head and glared at him over her shoulder, and her mouth went dry at the look on his face, as if he’d heard that very thought.
“I’m nothing like him,” he snarled, grasping her hands and jerking her down against the bedding, his body curving over her, holding her pinned, while his violently hard cock wedged itself between her spread legs, pressed thickly along the swollen folds of her pussy. “But it’s my cum that will be swimming around inside you, Tess. Mine. Every sweet little pink inch of you belongs to me now, and I’ll fuck you however the hell I want.”
She pressed her forehead against the blankets, her pillow knocked somewhere to the ground, and shook her head from side to side. “And who do you belong to, Zarnak?”
For a moment there was nothing but the sharp intake of his breath…and then he spoke. “I’ve belonged to you for years, lass. No other women have existed for me in all that time—and no others ever will. That’s what a pure joining means, Tess. That’s why you can feel me in the beat of your heart, breathe me into the rhythm of your lungs. That’s why all I have to do is look at you, and this sweet little piece of heaven between your thighs readies itself for me. When I call, your cunt answers with heat and cream, starved for my touch, ready to beg for whatever I want to give it. Fingers. Lips. Cock. All that matters is that we hunger—sometimes viciously, sometimes sweetly—and in each other, all our hungers are fed.”
“You speak of forever—but you never mention love.” Her voice came so husky and low, she barely recognized it. “Am I to come to love you, or do we live together for the orgasms alone?” she drawled sarcastically, curling her lip as she struggled to harden her heart against the soft glow of pulsing heat he put there, burning within the hard-shelled organ. “Bonded by body fluids? Is that how it will be?”
His voice, when it came, whispered softly over her skin like a cloud, sultry and warm and soft. “Tess…” She shivered at the sound of her name, and turned to look at him. “Think you that you do not love me, Tess?” he asked with that small smile breaking over that too-beautiful-for-words mouth of his, causing her womb to clench with urgent wanting—causing her pussy to bite down on its infuriating emptiness, ravenous for the incredible stretch and fullness of his magnificent cock. “Think you this has not been about love from the very beginning?”
She bit her lip to hide the telltale tremble. “You cannot tell me who to love, Zarnak.”
His lips brushed hers in the softest caress, white teeth nipping into the fullness of her lower lip, his eyes so close she could see the swirling silver specks, each individual lash as he gazed deeply into her, searching out her bruised and wounded soul.
“Poor Tess. So much hate, you cannot even recognize when your heart has found its other half. Are you really so stubborn that you would deny me the truth?”
“It’s impossible,” she argued, grasping to hold onto whatever part of herself she could steal back from him, feeling like the helpless swimmer adrift atop miles of ocean, watching with numb fear as the towering dorsal fin on the horizon weaves closer and closer…knowing that the kill will be upon her at any moment, helpless to fight it. Totally without defense. “We hardly know each other.”
“And yet you gave your blood for me, Tess,” he said huskily. “You spread your fragile, delicate little cunt open and let me fuck you—when I was more animal than man. When I could have killed you as easily as I breathed.”
“I couldn’t let you die,” she argued, lifting her chin. “Couldn’t let my uncle win. And he would have surely hunted you down and killed you!”
“Argue it all you want, but never forget that I know you—know you better than you know yourself, and you know me. If you’d take your stubborn little head out of your ass for two seconds, you might bloody well realize it.”
“What I know,” she sneered, “is that you talk awfully modern for something that’s as ancient as history!”
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He rolled his hips against her, stroking his hot, hard cock between her thick labia, brushing the aching knot of her plump clit, and she wanted to scream for him to get the hell on with it. “I don’t live in the past, Tess. Will you?”
“I have to do whatever it takes to save my sister, Zarnak—to find a way to free her. I don’t have time to fall in love!”
“No,” he said succinctly, staring at her so intently that she couldn’t rip her gaze from the glittering look in his dark, mesmerizing stare. “Emily will be taken care of, but not by you.”
Her eyes narrowed, a fierce frown burrowing between her brows. “What do you mean, not by me?”
“You no longer fight, woman. That honor now falls to me. I will travel alone from this point on, and you will wait within this chamber for me.”
“So now you’re to fight my battles and I’m to do what?” she laughed roughly, trying to break free of his hold, but he had her trapped, her body caged beneath his, her wrists still bound by his powerful hands. “Spend my days fucking?”
Zarnak tried not to let her anger fire his own, but her stubbornness was beyond infuriating, especially considering he knew she had planned on leaving him here and facing the Blood Goddess and Montgomery on her own, even at the sacrifice of her own life.
“Answer my question, damn it,” she yelled, glaring at him with so much blazing passion, for a moment he could do naught but admire her fire.
“No—you’re to spend them fucking me.” Not to mention helping him to build a life for them both within The Wood, but an obstinate streak of anger as fierce as her own kept him from explaining—his fury at her beliefs and lack of faith in him enough to make him want to argue and dominate and bend her to his will.
He thought she would rage at him, throwing her venom in his face, but then she crumpled, her eyes going glassy as her breathing hitched and a low sob escaped her throat. “You cannot go, Zarnak.”
“Your battles are my own, Tess. There is no argument in this world that can ever change that fact. Best you accept it now.”
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