Page 51 of Brutal Birthright

He made a sound of approval low in the back of his throat.

Ri’s body lit up like embers soaring high above a wildfire.

As the crown of him slid over her parted lips, she braced herself against his thighs. Squeezing lightly to convey exactly how she wanted him to treat her.

The deep groan that left his mouth as he thrust across her tongue was so fucking hot she wanted to shove her hand beneath her dress. Her nipples ached as the tight buds pressed against the soft material. She had to work to take him deeper with each shift forward of his hips as he fucked her mouth, but finally tasting him and his masculinity was sending her mind spiralling with pleasure.

As he slid part-way out, she swirled her tongue over him. Tracing along the veins and close to the tip. Which seemed to finally undo him. Finally loosing whatever battle for self-control he’d been waging up until now.

“Filthy little faerie. Where did you learn to suck cock like that?” She couldn’t help but moan around his length as his hand fisted tighter in her hair. “Such a pretty little whore on her knees.”

Ri was already a mess. With each dark word her pussy clenched and her clit pulsed and her tits begged for his touch.

He tapped the back of her throat over and over. Thrusting in roughly and taking total command of her body. Using her. And she was so turned on and out of her mind with the need to come it would have been shocking if she didn’t already know the effect Rowan so effortlessly had on her body.

Opening her throat, she swallowed around his tip as he drove deep. Fucking her face mercilessly. Drool gathered at the sides of her mouth, and her eyes watered with the sheer size of him taking over and commanding every piece of her focus. His dark curses and filthy words spilled freely. With each thrust forward, she felt his cock throb on her tongue. The salty hint of pre-cum and the taste of his skin filled her mouth. There was no mistaking the way his breathing became more and more ragged, and the grunts he made grew louder as her throat worked him.

“You’re going to have me addicted to the feel of your hot mouth, seeing you soaked and needy like this, with those lips wrapped around my cock.” Anger coated his words. A beautiful snarl curling at the edge of his lips as he punched his hips forward once, twice more, then roughly dragged her off his length with a wet pop.

Spit clung in a long line between her lips and the tip of him. His eyes took in the sight with something feral blooming within his dilated pupils. A low whimper of pleasure escaped her throat. She ran her tongue out to catch the line of spit and felt how bruised and puffy her mouth was when she licked over her lips.

The best fucking feeling.

Her lungs ached and she floated somewhere up around the ceiling.

Ri didn’t know what was happening but would gladly give over control of this moment. She had expected him to shoot cum down her throat, but instead, he looked like he waged a war on the inside with himself. And there was every chance she had foolishly put her heart in prime position to become a casualty.

Guiding her up on wobbly feet, he moved her backwards across the carpet. She blinked slowly in an attempt to take in her surroundings—figure out where the fuck they were. Feeling like an owl, wide-eyed and swivelling her head as she tried to adjust to the blackness in the room.

But the faint smell of sandalwood and woodsmoke and the unmistakable presence of him was everywhere.

Was this his quarters at the academy?

She’d been here once before. That awful night when Ruby sacrificed herself and Ri’s world turned upside down. Only, she couldn’t exactly be sure; her memories of anything from that moment in time were hazy. Clouded by the anguish of pain and fear and pure vengeance that she’d gladly deliver again without hesitation.

Ri had been too swept up in fearing for her sister’s life that night to truly notice Rowan of Nocturne the first time she laid eyes on him. But then, maybe she had on some cellular level, and it was her brain playing catch up with this intense attraction to him knotted and twisted deep in her soul.

Now? Now he was like a wall of heat consuming her and moving her to sit on the edge of a table on the other side of the room, just beneath a window. Over his shoulder, she could see a messy bed, with soft-looking sheets tossed to one side, and her brain froze at how real this suddenly felt. How illicit. Private even. She was truly here, in the place where Rowan slept at night because he’d brought her here by choice.

And somehow, she didn’t know what to do with any of that information.

This was intimate.

Rowan didn’t do intimate.

But it was also possibly the most secure and hidden place he could have taken her, one that guaranteed no intrusion from others, and that made her blood pump faster.

She gripped the edge of the smooth wood like a liferaft in a storm. Watching him closely as he lowered into the chair in front of her. So close, their legs brushed one another, the coarse fabric of his trousers against the smooth skin of her bare legs. Ri noticed he’d tucked himself away and before she could open her mouth to protest, he cut her off with a rough noise somewhere deep in that impossibly broad chest.

One that said, be quiet.

For some reason, she listened.

He rested his elbows on the rounded sides of the heavy-set armchair. Tapping over his lips with two inked fingers. A row of heavy dark lashes framed the vivid sapphire of his eyes. Being studied in silence by Rowan was as arousing as any foreplay she’d ever experienced in her life.

“You think I won’t hurt you.” There was no question in that statement. “Well, think again, little faerie. I can. Don’t doubt for a second that I am capable of that and more. There are so many ways I could enjoy hurting you.”

Why did that make her thighs quiver and her pussy clench in anticipation?

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