Page 72 of Brutal Birthright

More pressure on her neck.

She was going to come.

Her hands flew up to grip his muscled forearm. Mouth hanging open in a silent plea, a roar of blood crashed in her ears and heat pulled tight in her core.

With a dark curse ringing around them, he shoved inside. Filling her with a forceful thrust of his hips. Letting the hold of her neck loosen, the air sucked down into her lungs with a sudden rush. She was so wet he sank right to the hilt as sparks flew in a million directions. Her pussy clamped down on him and her climax tore through her like wildfire.

“Fuck. Ffffuck.” Rowan groaned darkly. Thrusting with a punishing pace as he fucked her straight through her orgasm.

One giant hand gripped her hip in a bruising hold while the other remained collared around her neck. Holding her still as he thrust into her.

“My. Perfect. Fucking. Whore.” Her body sparked, and pleasure continued to soar higher as his words were gritted out with each punch of his hips.

Ri was clenching around him. Whimpering. A complete mess.

She’d never felt so alive and yet torn apart at the same time.

“Oh Godd—”

He bucked into her with a growl. Teeth bared against her throat.

“Again.” Being ordered to come shouldn’t be such an erotic thing. But here she was. Consumed by fate and desire. Helpless to fight against the command he had over every part of her.

And he didn’t even know it.

His cock dragged against her walls with the perfect stretch and friction. Goddess-fucking-damnit he was huge. And hitting so, so deep. The perfect spot to have her digging fingernails into his forearms. The rasp of his trousers against her thighs with each jolt of his hips, and the front of his shirt dragging over her aching nipples, reminded her that he was still fully clothed. Fucking her into a whimpering mess on the table.

While she had no sense of where they were. Had just spread her legs and begged for his cock.

They were certainly not in the academy from what she could tell. A thick, woodsy essence mingled with the scent of sex in the air gave the only hints as to where they’d portaled to.

But Rowan fucked any lingering questions straight out of her lust-fuelled mind.

“Keep squeezing. Just like that. Fuck.” Suddenly, his teeth were on her shoulder, and one hand dropped between them. Working her clit. Biting down with enough force to have her crying out as she shuddered under his expert touch.

She clung to him as her orgasm swept her over the edge. Plunging her into a blazing white shower of stars and sensation.

With a curse, Rowan pulled out. Flipping her over roughly to bend her over the edge of the table. Manhandling her body while her brain disappeared into another realm altogether. One where she floated on waves of pleasure and thudding heartbeats. Loud moans fell from her lips. The kind of sound Ri didn’t even know she could make.

His bulk slammed her against the table. Solid wood cut into her hips. Pain mixing with the heady pleasure of feeling so fucking full. One of his palms reached round to cup her breast, and he muttered something ancient as he pinched her nipple. Rolling the tight bud between his fingers and tugging on the aching point. As she clamped down around him again, overwhelmed with pleasure, she didn’t know where the last release ended, and this one began.

But it rolled through her as she flattened her palms against the table and melted under his rough touches.

Rowan’s thrusts faltered. He hissed out an ancient curse, and then with a deep groan, his cock throbbed inside her. Filling her with his hot release.

As she gradually rejoined her body, his hips lazily moved in and out. She felt him drag a trail of burning, wet kisses up her spine and down the side of her neck. Treasuring her and murmuring words against her ear in an old language she didn’t recognise, but the sentiment was clear. Bathing her in a warm glow of magic and adoration that made her chest swell with glee.

When he pulled out of her, Ri wasn’t sure she could feel her limbs anymore. Every part of her felt heavy and drenched with the weight of pure pleasure.

But then she felt Rowan readjust his position slightly. His fingers dragged over her pussy lips, and the weight of his gaze was upon her from behind. Bared to him in the most intimate kind of way.

“Such a beautiful little faerie whore.” She felt her cheeks flush as she realised he was swiping up his cum and pushing it back inside her with two fingers.

“Shit.” Ri whimpered. Unable to lift herself off the table. She squeezed her eyes shut. The overstimulation of him pressing back into her with his thick digits was almost too much.

Rowan clearly wasn’t satisfied or done with her yet. Instead, he took his time. Fondling and caressing her in a way that was so at odds with the powerful, ruthless fucking from moments earlier.

Finally, he scooped her up off the table. Or what was left of her at least. Ri felt like nothing more than a limp puddle gathered in his massive arms as he tucked her tight against his chest. She felt his chuckle rumble over the spot where his mouth hovered against her hair.

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