Daughter of Rage and Beauty (Berserker Academy Book 1)

by Amy Pennza

  He closed the distance between us as he continued his long perusal. When his gaze reached my breasts, he stopped inches away. He lifted his hand and touched the tip of one taut nipple.

  His hand trembled just a bit, exposing his bluster.

  “Ah, Elin. You are perfection.” He lifted his gaze to mine. Lightning streaked across his eyes.

  I pushed my chest out, desperate for more contact.

  He closed his fingers around my nipple, pinching the sensitive peak. Desire streaked through my breast. Instantly, my nipples became tighter, the pink tips proud and distended.

  I gasped. I started to throw my head back, but Hauk tangled his other hand in my hair, catching my nape.

  “No, no. Look at me.”

  The command in his voice made me even wetter.

  His nostrils flared.

  Beside us, the fire leapt, sparks shooting from the tops of the flames.

  He held me that way for a moment, hard fingers locked on my nipple, his free hand gripping the back of my neck. He rolled the peak, then pinched harder. He kept his gaze on my face, watching my reaction. The contrast between us—me nude, him fully clothed—only heightened my arousal. My sex clenched, my clit throbbing. The urge to rub my thighs together—to create any kind of friction—was overwhelming.

  He rolled me again, his swordsman’s calluses abrasive against my sensitive skin. He squeezed harder and raised his hand, forcing me onto my toes.

  I wriggled, caught and quivering like a fish on a hook. “Please . . .”

  “Please, what?” he whispered. “What do you want?”

  Something. Anything! I wanted him to lower his mouth to my chest and suckle me. I wanted to grab his head and push him down to my sex, to feel his mouth on the hot skin between my legs.

  My sex throbbed. At the bottom edge of my vision, his big hand held me. My other nipple poked from my chest, the tip begging for his touch. My breasts seemed bigger, rounder, as if they preened under his admiring gaze.

  “What do you want, Elin?” He pinched harder, making my eyes water.

  I answered on a sob. “More.”

  “Then I’ll give it to you.” He tugged my nipple gently, pulling me into him. When my belly brushed his crotch, he released me and ran his hands over my hair, his touch reverent.

  My bare breasts nudged against his shirt, the slick fabric gliding against my stiffened nipples. Heat poured off him, warming me. Even so, goosebumps pebbled my skin.

  “You’re cold,” he murmured, sliding his palms up my arms. With light pressure, he pushed my shoulders down.

  I sank to my knees, bringing my face even with the thick bulge between his legs. His thermal underwear were little more than tights, and the material left nothing to the imagination.

  A tingle of apprehension drifted through me. He was a big boy, his shaft long and heavy against his inner thigh, a damp patch on the fabric near the crown.

  Before I could give it much thought, he knelt in front of me. Then he guided me backwards. “Lie down on your back.”

  Confusion swamped me. “What—”

  “Shhh. I need to taste you.”

  The confusion fled, replaced with a gripping awareness. There was no question what he wanted. “Hauk . . .”

  He lay me back, taking time to gather my hair so it wouldn’t get caught under my shoulders. When I was prone, he sat back on his heels, his gaze on my raised knees.

  Protests gathered in my throat. I couldn’t let him do this. Could I?

  Moving slowly, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

  Then he let me look my fill.

  I took advantage. The fire painted him in bold colors, rippling over defined pecs and ripped abs. His beard seemed to glitter in the firelight, little highlights of gold sparkling against his firm jaw. With his hair pulled back, his high cheekbones and straight nose were sharper and more defined. His broad shoulders rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his muscles rippling as he watched me.

  The rock was warm beneath me. More heat trickled between the lips of my sex. I was hot and swollen there, my clit throbbing with its own beat.

  His glittering blue gaze fastened on mine, challenging me to say no.

  I knew I didn’t have the willpower to deny him.

  He knew it, too.

  Starting at my ankles, he smoothed his palms up my calves to my knees.

  Then he pressed.

  “Hauk . . .”

  His voice was as low as I’d ever heard it. “Let me look at you.”

  I opened my legs.

  His gaze fell between my thighs, and he parted his lips. His chest rose and fell, like he was struggling to take in air. For a second, he looked almost angry. A tremor swept him.

  “Gods, Elin.” He looked up, lightning in his eyes. “You could make a man sell his very soul.”

  My breath caught. No one had ever spoken to me like this. No one had ever made me feel like this.

  “You’re perfection,” he said, his hot gaze on my sex once more. “Bare and smooth and perfect.”

  I had lasers to thank for the bare part—a present I’d given myself for my eighteenth birthday. It wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but I liked the way being hairless made fabric tease at my sex.

  Maybe I was more of a nymph than I thought.

  He pressed me wide open, until my knees touched the stone. My sex made a light, wet sound as my lips parted. Warm air rushed over the damp between my legs. A whimper wound its way up from my chest. My nipples stabbed the air, the tips darkened with arousal.

  Hauk stared, his gaze on the most secret, private part of me.

  The scrutiny was sexy, but also intense. I made a low sound and tried to close my legs.

  “No.” He put a hand on my thigh. “You’re gorgeous here.” He ran light fingers down my lips, painting moisture over my skin, running a fingertip around my entrance and making shallow dips inside me. The sensation was exquisite—the rush of desire almost unbearable. My thighs quivered, and I started to bring my knees together again.

  “I said no.” He lay a hard palm over my sex—not quite a slap but close.

  I yelped, my legs jerking involuntarily.

  “Keep them open.”

  “But you—”

  “Keep them open.” His tone left no room for argument.

  My body, which clearly didn’t give a single shit about women’s empowerment, responded with a rush of wet. My legs fell open of their own accord, my knees striking the stone. My clit tingled, as though anticipating another slap.

  No, craving it.

  Hauk rewarded me with a firm pat on my opening, the contact making a wet smacking sound. “Good. Stay just like that.”

  More. The thought was so strong I almost said it. I took my lower lip between my teeth to keep from begging him to spank my sex.

  My mind whirled. Who even am I right now?

  He continued his long strokes down my sex, drawing more moisture with every pass, pulling gently at my lips and occasionally brushing his fingers over my clit.

  Gods, more of that. I tried to anticipate each pass, jerking my hips to nudge my clit against his hand. My ass scraped the rock.

  “Stay still,” he murmured, pinching my lips together. He held me shut, his gaze meeting mine.

  “Ungh.”

  A low laugh escaped him, sending warm air over my damp folds. He prised me apart again, spreading me open and petting my lips, my clit. I grew slicker, and his fingers slipped against my burning skin. The wet sounds of my arousal grew louder. My breaths trembled, my tits shuddering as my pulse quickened.

  “You like this?” he asked, meeting my gaze. “You like me playing with your pussy?”

  Gods. I licked my lips.

  He circled a light finger around my aching clit—around it, not touching it. “Answer me.”

  “Yes!” My voice came out on a growl. “I like it.”

  He chuckled, the bastard. Then he dipped his fingers in my opening. He lingered a bit before sweepi
ng the moisture up to my clit.

  “Oh . . .” I looked down. His big hand worked between my legs, the sprinkle of golden hairs on his arms catching the light. My thighs spread open on either side, and my belly went concave with my breaths. He flicked my clit again, and my tits rocked with the movement.

  As he had with my nipple, he pinched my clit and rolled it.

  The fire in my belly built higher . . . and higher. Buttery warmth spread through me. My sex clenched and grasped, desperate to be filled.

  “Hands above your head,” Hauk barked.

  Trembling, I obeyed. The position stretched my torso, lifting my breasts and making them sway as he fondled me.

  He smiled. Still rolling my clit, he reached his other hand up and grasped the nipple he’d tortured and teased, his wet fingers slipping around the peak. Now he held me at two points. Desire pinged between them, as if he’d drawn a line between my tits and my sex.

  My thoughts scattered into a million pieces. I squeezed my eyes shut and arched off the rock. My world shrank to my clit and my breast—and the merciless pinching fingers holding me prisoner. Please, please, please, please. It took me a second to realize the plea wasn’t just in my head. I chanted it, my voice echoing off the cave’s walls.

  “In good time,” he rasped.

  I opened my eyes just as he released my nipple and slid a long, thick finger inside me.

  My sex clamped around him. Cool air teased the nipple he’d touched, my own wetness making it glisten.

  He made shallow pumps, plunging in and out of my opening. Wet sounds filled the air, the light smacking falling into a steady rhythm.

  My hips lifted of their own accord, rising to meet his thrusts. My breaths came in pants as my desire spiraled higher and higher.

  He added another finger. Delicious pressure filled me.

  But I wanted more.

  Brazen, I thrust my hips toward him, uncaring how I looked. “Please.”

  He plunged his fingers in and out, working me over and over. My breasts jiggled with his movements, and my sex squelched as he pumped.

  “Please.”

  He shook his head. “Not yet.” He pulled his fingers from my body.

  My cry of loss and anger echoed off the stone. I started to sit up.

  “Uh-uh,” he scolded. “Back in position.”

  I froze. Position?

  Hauk smiled and lay a damp hand on my calf. Lightning flickered in his eyes. “You swore to obey me.”

  “Wh-What?” My thoughts were sluggish, my brain drunk on lust.

  “In my study, before we left. You promised to obey my orders without question.”

  “But . . .”

  Still grasping my calf, he reached out his other hand and drew a lazy finger from the top of my sex to my wet, swollen opening. He slipped a fingertip inside me.

  My sex clenched around him, quivering for more. I drew in a shuddering breath.

  “Greedy girl,” he said, his voice low and wicked. “You have to obey to get what you want.”

  Oh, I wanted. I was want.

  Slowly, I lowered myself back to the rock.

  He pulled his finger from my sex, then flicked a look at my thighs. “Open.”

  I spread my legs wide. Anything to get him to fill me again.

  “Hands,” he said.

  With a sigh, I lifted them above my head.

  He raked me with his gaze again, clearly admiring the sight of my taut nipples and opened sex. Or maybe he liked my obedience.

  Both. It was probably both.

  “Now,” he said, leaning forward and scooping my thighs onto his shoulders, “you get what you want.” He lowered his mouth to my sex and licked a hot, straight line up the middle.

  Incomprehensible.

  There were no words. None at all.

  My eyes rolled back in my head, and my lips parted on a soundless scream. An orgasm built, the waves cresting higher and higher and higher.

  He sucked my clit into his mouth.

  Crash.

  I split apart. Release grabbed me and tossed me into the air. Or into nothing. It didn’t matter. All that mattered were the hard shoulders between my legs and the hot tongue flicking my clit.

  Wave after wave swept me, and now I did scream. The sound bounced off the walls as I writhed, caught in the grip of the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced.

  Somewhere in the distance, thunder boomed.

  My fingers tangled in Hauk’s hair, holding him tight against my sex.

  He got the message—sucking my clit hard. He hummed low in his throat, vibrating my core. Arms clamped hard around my legs, he abandoned my clit and darted his tongue into my opening.

  Exquisite. If possible, I spread wider, my inner thighs burning. Stars burst behind my eyes.

  Dimly, I heard him mutter a curse against my soaked lips. He stabbed his tongue inside me, then closed his mouth over my entrance and sucked, drawing moisture from my core.

  Tears leaked from my eyes and slid into my hair. My heart fluttered, the beat throbbing in my chest and sex as he emptied me.

  “More, baby,” he growled against me. “Give me more of that cream.” He licked up my opening and captured my clit again.

  My sobs came one on top of another. Pleasure swept me. Again and again. Again and again.

  Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

  Dust drifted from the top of the cave, tiny rocks peppering the ground around us.

  Boom. Boom.

  My muscles trembled. I released my hold on Hauk, my arms falling limp at my sides.

  The orgasm wrung itself out.

  Another formed on its heels.

  Splayed open, Hauk’s wicked mouth between my thighs, all I could do was wait for the waves to build and take me again.

  Thunder sounded, more distant this time.

  Hauk shifted, moving his hands under my ass. Now he held me on his palms, his mouth feasting at my sex like a starving man at a banquet. He pumped his tongue in and out, fucking me with his mouth.

  My moans bounced off the walls. More cream was no problem. Loud, wet smacking reached my ears, driving me wild.

  Still palming my ass, he lifted me higher, licking and nipping at my lips, my clit, the top of my sex. My thighs shook. The world rocked and trembled. Sweat slicked my body.

  He grazed his teeth over my clit, then took the whole thing in his mouth and sucked.

  Too much. The waves came too fast, the storm now a tempest. I squeezed my legs around his head, my hands pushing at him before I even realized what I was doing.

  “Can’t . . .”

  He released me with a smacking sound, then hovered above me. His mouth was wet, his chest heaving. Silver forked across his irises. His hair was half down, the blond strands falling around his shoulders.

  “Now you’re ready to take me,” he gasped.

  Oh no. I couldn’t handle anything else. I lay splayed open, wrecked. My legs were like rubber, my clit thundering with tiny pulses.

  “I can’t,” I said again.

  “You can.” He stood and pushed his pants down his hips, then bent and pulled them off his ankles. When he straightened, his shaft stuck out from his body. “You will.”

  I swallowed. The sweat on my skin cooled, and coherent thought returned. I braced myself on my elbows.

  He was . . . magnificent. A wiry patch of dark blond hair nestled at the base of his shaft. Above it, tight abs rippled and flexed as he breathed.

  I let my gaze wander lower.

  His shaft bobbed heavy between his legs, the thick length roped with veins. A large sac hung underneath, the skin smooth. As I watched, he wrapped a hand around his girth and stroked. A dot of pearly white moisture appeared on his crown. He heaved a ragged breath, his hand moving up and down. He loomed over me like a conquerer. Like a god. Under his hand, his cock grew larger.

  Some primitive instinct made me draw my legs together. Like my brain knew that beast would split me in two.

  “Open back up for me,
sweetheart. I want to see you.”

  “Hauk.” My voice shook. “There is no way—”

  “You can take me, sweetheart.” Still stroking himself, he nodded toward my legs. “Open for me. Now.”

  New moisture flooded me, and my already tight nipples became sharp points. What was it about those commands that made me completely wanton?

  “I want you wide,” he said. “Show me how ready your pussy is. How eager it is for what I’m about to give you.”

  Okay. Just like that, I was back in the game. Slowly, I lowered myself to the ground and parted my thighs.

  Voice guttural, he said, “All the way, Elin.”

  I spread as wide as I could. Glancing down, I could see the shiny smears of my own wetness on the rounded top of my bare sex. I knew more moisture dribbled from my opening. The air teased at my swollen lips and engorged clit.

  “So beautiful,” he said. His gaze seared my skin as he passed his hand up and down his length. “So slick and ready for my cock.”

  Thunder boomed.

  He glanced at the ceiling.

  “I’m sorry.” I sucked in a breath. “I can’t control it.”

  “I don’t want you to control it.” He lowered himself between my legs and positioned his shaft near my opening. “I like hearing you light up the sky for me. Now, play with yourself.”

  “Wh-What?”

  “Touch yourself. It’ll ease my entrance.”

  Tentatively, I put my fingers on my swollen clit.

  He watched for a few minutes, his eyes narrowed and his breaths heavy. Every few seconds, he stroked his shaft. More moisture squeezed from the tip.

  Fresh pleasure rolled through me. My lids grew heavy as I let my fingers dance over my clit and swollen lips.

  “Beauty,” he murmured, almost to himself. He met my gaze. “Do you want this?”

  He could have meant his cock or the sex or whatever connection was budding between us. At that moment, I realized the answer was yes. I wanted all of it.

  “Yes,” I said. “Yes, yes, yes.”

  “Good. Because I’m about to give it to you.” Gripping himself, he pressed the tip of his shaft against my opening, tucking the bulbous head inside.

  That wasn’t bad at all.

  Pleasure stirred in my belly. I bit my lip.

  “Gods,” he said. “But that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He nudged deeper inside me, stretching my entrance. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”