Page 82 of Brutal Birthright

“Make me.” While he enjoyed her fight, he also wasn’t sure he could keep his hands off her much longer.

Then there would really be something to see.

“You’re going to walk into that armoury, so I can take you away from here and fuck you. Or else you’ll find out exactly what my handprint feels like on that perfect ass of yours.”

The excitement sparkling in her eyes nearly undid him. She wetted her lips with her tongue and bent down to pick up the blade. All the while keeping her eyes locked on him. When she pushed up to standing, she twirled it in her grip.

Tapping the pointed end against his chest, she rolled her bottom lip through her teeth. “And what if I want both of those things, hmm?”

Fuck.

The growl that left his chest sent her scurrying towards the alcove of the armoury.

Rowan took slow, steady strides after her. Controlling his breathing with every pace drawing him closer to his prey.

Ready to snap her up in his jaws and hear her scream.

As he rounded through the doorway, his stride faltered just a moment. Oriana sat perched on the edge of the table, legs spread and her hands pressed on the gap in between. Forcing her breasts together as she eyed him with nothing but mischief and desire.

“How silly of me, I forgot what your instructions were. Did you say you wanted me to put weapons away?” She glanced at the sword where she’d laid it on the table beside her. “Will there be a punishment for not listening?”

Prowling towards her, there was no way he’d be able to hold back any longer.

Her gasp filled the void space as he reached her, hands scooping beneath her rear, and portaling them away from the academy within a split second. Mist swirled around them as he groaned into her mouth and dug his fingers of one hand into her hair. The other was hungry and demanding against the curves of her ass.

“Hi, brute.” She breathed as they drew back a fraction, both panting. Nipping his bottom lip, she flexed her fingers against the muscled planes of his chest. Hitting him with a small smile curving the corners of her pouty mouth. A feeling surged in behind his ribs, the kind that he enjoyed far too much for his own good.

Scowling because this was dangerous territory, if he allowed her to see how easily she pried open the chinks in his armour, he tugged on her hair.

“Oh, right, sorry.” She batted her eyelashes. “Punishment.”

“It’s not punishment when you sound so fucking eager.” He growled.

Her lips contorted as the smile threatened to take over.

“Then tell me what you want. Please.”

Rowan scrubbed one hand over his mouth. This girl was going to be the death of him.

“I want to undress you slowly and fuck you fast, my little faerie. Then I want to take my time sinking into you over and over while you moan my name. I want to have your cum smeared all over my mouth and then fill that tight little cunt of yours until you’re dripping.”

Her lips parted and breaths shallowed. That glassy look took over her eyes as she let his words wash through her.

“That doesn’t sound like a punish—” Rowan cut her off with a big hand wrapped beneath her jaw. Savouring the heavy swallow beneath his palm that made his cock throb. Pre-cum beading at the tip.

True to his word, he slowly peeled everything off her until she was naked. Using his magic to rid her of each piece of clothing and enjoying every second of just how eagerly her body reacted to his control. Her dusky rose-coloured nipples tightened to hard buds, and her cheeks tinged pink at the way he stripped her bare.

Well, she had better fucking get used to it.

All he had left in his hand was her blades and thigh holster, while the rest of her clothes were piled on the floor at their feet. He had plans for this punishment, and it didn’t require him to shed his clothes just yet.

In fact, he had the distinct impression Oriana quite enjoyed the way it made her feel to be the one on display for him.

Keeping one hand firmly on her throat, he arched an eyebrow at her. “Still in the mood to give me that smart mouth?”

Rowan tossed her blades and holster down on the floor, all the while taking extra care to make sure they slid right across the other side of the room to be well out of her reach. He clearly didn’t trust her not to try and reach for them as a way to fight back against whatever punishment he had in store for her.

A dull thud signalled the moment her weapons hit the skirting board below the kitchen cupboards. Meanwhile, his thick fingers pressed harder against the side of her throat… challenging her to say anything.

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