Page 44 of Brutal Birthright

She was a strong and confident and capable bloody warrior. Yet he turned her body into a raging, lusty mess every time he called her something that should be demeaning.

But instead of shame coming from his mouth, it somehow felt like liquid gold smothering her from head to toe. Like his every word was a reward.

It didn’t make sense, but her pussy was more than on board with the idea.

“Touch yourself.”

Two words were all it took to send her spiralling up somewhere high in the atmosphere. Floating on a cloud, looking down on what was happening in this dimly-lit alcove, hidden amongst the sharpened tools of death and destruction.

With a shaking hand, she obeyed. Moving to shove one hand down the front of her pants, with the other still pressed against the rough stone surface like her life depended on it. His grunt at her ear sent another throb straight to her needy clit.

Rowan was so much taller than her. She knew he could see over her shoulder. Could watch the sight of her hand disappear below the waistband of her trousers. She stifled a whine in the back of her throat when his thick cock jerked against her lower back.

It was so fucking dirty.

Completely forbidden.

So hot she could hardly stand it.

“Whoring yourself out in the middle of training. Such a filthy thing.” His head bent lower, and the next moment his teeth scraped down the curve of her neck. The groaning noise he made was more animalistic than anything she’d heard before. Rumbling through her back from where his muscled chest pinned her in place.

She couldn’t breathe.

His lips hovered over her skin.

The sting of where he’d scraped a trail sent lightning racing through her blood.

Ri whimpered as she felt how soaked she was between her pussy lips. Her middle finger grazed the swollen bud of her clit. Rubbing a small circle nearly had her coming undone straight away. How had this asshole been able to wind her up so expertly and play her body without even laying so much as a finger on her?

“I loathe you.”

“Your wet cunt says otherwise. Show me your fingers.” He demanded.

Hissing out in frustration at the loss of contact, she dragged her hand out. Feeling the evidence of her juices slide up the front of her stomach, leaving a long, wet line.

Now, the shame hit like a tonne of bricks. Her cheeks burned like wildfire and she couldn’t drag her eyes away from the evidence of her arousal coating her fingertips. Glistening in the soft light.

Rowan made a tight noise in the back of his throat.

The wall of him—every insanely muscled inch—tensed at her back.

All of a sudden, he moved like a viper. Reaching out to snatch up her hand, he gripped it tight in his big paw, leant forward… and wrapped his lips around her wet fingers.

Ri’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open on a strangled noise. The sensation of him sucking on her fingers and the feel of his hot mouth was enough to buckle her knees. Only his mountainous frame, the cage of his arms, and the way she was half-pressed against the wall stopped her from sagging to the floor.

The raw, hot, dirty sound he made at her ear consumed every inch of space in her brain. Hypnotising her with his ruggedness as well as the promise of his cock.

Which was now pressed against her ass. He’d shifted his hips lower, and now that rock-hard cock of his throbbed against her.

The thought of taking him … there. Goddess-fucking-damnit he was huge, and that made her clench in anticipation. She could feel the sheer size of him brushing up against her, and it sent a dizzying whirl of pleasure straight to her toes.

What in the Stars was she supposed to do with herself now Rowan knew how she tasted? The want and desire to know the same about him and to savour the taste of him flooded through her. If there was one thing Ri knew she was talented at outside the training arena, it was giving head. She had no shame in admitting that. It turned her all the way the fuck on, and there was nothing like fingering herself while enjoying a thick cock tapping the back of her throat.

All of which left her in a spiral of near orgasm just imagining what that might feel like with him in charge.

But before she could try and collect her scrambled brain and form coherent words to that effect, he let her fingers go from his mouth with a last long lick of his wicked tongue and a wet sound that made her shiver.

“You think I was furious with you before?” He shoved her hand back down towards her pants, then slapped his palm against the wall. “Now I’m insane for the taste of you, little faerie.” Rowan’s voice dripped with malice as he ran his nose along the pointed tip of her ear.

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