Page 102 of Brutal Birthright

And that was when she felt it. His hips sank against her ass when he seated himself fully inside, and they both let out a desperate noise of pleasure. There was no more waiting. He fucked her roughly. Tenderly. With equal parts adoration and brutal perfection. Indulging her body the way only he knew precisely how to.

Ri’s orgasm rolled up with a long, endless, soul-shattering cry. She moaned loudly and cried out Rowan’s name over and over. Clenching around him as he bit out dark curses and his own orgasm chased straight after hers.

He bucked into her roughly. Fingers biting into her hips as he filled her with his cum.

She was undone.

Taken apart.

Put back together.

All by this man.

Her brutal warrior and tender lover.

The next moment his body covered hers, with his cock still thrusting in and out slowly. Strong arms wrapped beneath her body, squeezing her tight against his chest, and she could feel his heart hammering just as fast as her own.

“You did so well, my little faerie.” His lips pressed against the side of her neck, and she instantly turned into a swooning puddle beneath his heavy bulk.

“But don’t think I’m finished with you.” The heat and raw sex in his voice made her chest purr with delight. Only for his next words to have her clenching around his length in anticipation of what was to yet to come.

“I need to feel you coming on my cock again… and see you dripping with my cum, like my perfect whore.”

Chapter 31

Nervous energy raced back and forth across the training arena. Looking around, Rowan surveyed how each of the students each had grim determination plastered on their faces where they stood swinging weapons, stretching, and bouncing on their toes.

Good.

They’d fucking need it.

He’d spent the better part of the morning establishing the obstacles they would be required to face as they each made their way through the forest. The regular assault course they were used to had been transformed into various enchantments that would form a progressively difficult set of circumstances to face.

Each student would enter alone. Facing down whatever they encountered with nothing but their wits and their weapons at their disposal. All were given free reign to use whatever magic they possessed as part of completing the assessment, but that would only get them so far.

This was a test of endurance and mental fortitude. Not whether a witch could use their magic or a vampire could use their speed. Nor would a shifter be able to barge their way through with snarling teeth and claws while in wolf form. This was going to push each of them far beyond their limits.

Rowan expected there to be plenty of blood spilled today.

In fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if this eliminated some from the class entirely; those who were falling to the lowest in the rankings might choose to walk away after this.

He’d established new blood wards—designed to keep out anyone who wasn’t partaking in the assessment for their own safety—and the forest was effectively one large fortress. A network of more and more complex obstacles forming a maze of sorts. There were some that led to dead-ends, requiring whoever went through to backtrack and reorient themselves. While others lead on to another, then another.

Some would incapacitate the students in some way. Sensory deprivation. Loss of abilities. Being restrained.

Others would unleash enchantments that simulated an attack. There was no actual danger of being savaged or wounded, but to whoever was in the midst of the spell it would seem more than real. Including the types of potential wounds inflicted.

They’d feel searing pain and see exactly the kinds of garish sights only battle could sear into the mind’s eye.

They’d still bleed.

Survival and endurance would prove just as crucial as expertise with being able to fight off whatever assailants came their way.

As he cracked his knuckles and glanced around the vast space, he spotted Oriana looking focused. Her favoured blades strapped across her body and bow slung across her back. Whereas many around her could hardly contain their restlessness or nerves, she exuded calm.

He’d found it impossible to sleep. Choosing instead to stay awake beside her as she drifted off to sleep in his arms. After the terrifying reality of what he almost did to her that morning… all it would have taken was for him to have a weapon within easy reach.

The consequences were unthinkable.

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