Page 43 of Brutal Birthright

The fact he was here. Like this. With her. Knowing they could so easily get caught?

Shit. That did something wicked to her body.

Heavy breathing filled the space between them. Rowan left her positioned there in a thick, suffocating silence. Knowing that his penetrating gaze was locked on her body, well, that had her squirming to relieve the growing ache between her thighs.

Suddenly he shifted. His words came hot and thick, and she felt the dangerous proximity of him as his lips nearly brushed against the shell of her ear.

“This cannot fucking happen, little faerie.” Sex and barely leashed frustration crackled in the air. Winding around them and nipping at her flesh. “I’m your teacher…” There was no mistaking the raggedness of his breath as it gusted across her nape. Sending a rolling wave of goosebumps down each of her bare arms.

“Then what are we doing, brute?” Send her to the ancestors right now. Ri was burning up from the inside with every second she remained unable to move. Stuck in a prison of her own choosing. This was so messed up, yet nothing could make her shift from the position she had willingly—fucking enthusiastically—put herself in.

Some kind of wild noise burst out of him. Quiet and menacing, like an ancient force.

The distinct sound of metal against metal made her jump as he dropped their swords. Both clattered to the ground, landing just beside where her foot was blocked in by his heavy-soled boot.

“Every day, you taunt me. Tempt me.” Oh, fuck. His gruff voice was at her ear instantly. Rowan was somehow not touching her and yet imprinting himself on every inch of her skin at the same time, with just his presence. “Here’s the thing, when I see you, all I can think about is you like this… How I want to own that pretty cunt while your hair is wrapped around my fist. The way that perfect mouth of yours was made to take my cock. What your tight little ass will feel like when you beg me to fuck you there because no one has before.”

Ri couldn’t hold back the desperate-sounding noise she made as he fingered a loose curl at the side of her neck. The backs of his knuckles grazed over her skin with a featherlight touch that shouldn’t be possible for a man of his nature.

She relished in the satisfaction of knowing it took every ounce of his restraint not to touch her the way he obviously wanted to.

The way she wanted him to. Roughly. Possessively. Frequently.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined bending you over that table right there and fucking you until that smart mouth of yours can do nothing but scream my name.” A rich, savage, rumbling noise left his chest and extended through every cell in her body.

Ri’s eyes darted to the side, where she saw the table positioned in the middle of the armoury. And she could see it all. Perfectly imagine how it would feel to have the edge of that table cut into her hip bones as he slammed into her from behind. The bruises his fingers would leave where they dug into her thighs as he pinned her down.

Her pussy clenched, and a raw whimper fell from her lips.

This man was about to talk her into an orgasm.

“You’re mad at me.” Goddesses, she sounded so needy.

“I’m fucking furious with you.” Suddenly, his hands thudded against the wall just outside her own. Caging her body fully and pressing up against her in a swift movement. Her back against his front. Heat seared and trickled down the length of her spine…

Fuck.

Shit.

His cock.

Right fucking there and jutted hard against the top of her ass.

Whatever she had imagined in her wanton fantasies about how big Rowan of Nocturne might be hadn’t been an exaggeration.

Ri’s eyelashes fluttered, half-lidded eyes surveyed where their hands lined up side by side and pressed against the cool stone wall. His tattooed knuckles and inked backs of his hands dwarfed her own. The long lines of muscle and veins of his forearms snaked up and traced a path through the intricate patterns adorning his skin.

Everything buzzed and pulsed and throbbed inside her. Feeling him like this, breathing heavy in her ear and with his giant muscled chest blanketing her… she was so close to falling apart already.

What the fuck would it actually be like if this man touched her properly?

She’d probably just incinerate into a pile of ash on the spot.

“Are you going to punish me?” She bit her lip, hard. Unable to stop the trembling in her muscles even if she wanted to.

“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Dirty little faerie.” Goddesses save her. There was nothing but raw, filthy intent in his voice. It threatened too much pleasure. The kind Ri wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to walk away from if she was given even the smallest taste.

And why the fuck did his crass words turn her on so much?

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