Page 19 of The Warrior's Captive

Castor.

“Are you sure, little wolf?” He stared down at her, still perfectly in control.

She let her eyes rake over every inch of his body. He was mortal, but he was also a god. His muscles, his strong limbs, the roped veins, his proud cock, even his scars, they were all gorgeous. She was definitely making a mess of the duvet beneath her, throbbing harder just looking at him.

Good girls didn’t suck a near-strangers cock and yearn for it to happen again.

The Briar May she knew, wouldn’t sell her soul for just five minutes with this devil.

But so what? So what if she wasn’t good or virtuous? She’d been scared all her life. It felt like she’d lived under a shell and in a cage of her own fears and her family’s happiness and love and protection, all without anyone ever meaning to turn her life into one. So what if she was nearly forty and was only just now figuring out what she liked and wanted, and so what if it wasn’t goddamn vanilla flavored?

The fact that Castor asked her if she was certain, before he even made a move to touch her below her bellybutton combusted the remaining shreds of her self-control.

She propped her feet on the edge of the bed and let her knees fall open. She put herself on display for him. He watched every move, his pupils blowing wider and darker. He ran his tongue along his lips like he wanted to devour her, the wolf from those horrible fairytales. In those, the wolf is always the bad guy, the monster, the one to be avoided at all costs.

Well, she was a wolf too, and she knew that no one was all bad or all good.

This man had blood on his hands and on his soul, but she was still going to take him into her body, or at least try. She didn’t know very many things for certain, especially not since she’d been kidnapped, but she knew she was going to die if it didn’t happen.

“You have to tell me, Briar May. I won’t touch you otherwise.”

“You mean beg.”

“I mean give your consent. I want to hear it loud and clear. I want to hear that you understand that what I’m about to unleash on you is going to hurt as much as it’s going to be good. That my brand of pleasure is tainted. It’s dirty and filthy. I’m going to make you come until you beg me to stop, so if you can’t handle that, if you can’t handle a warrior between your legs and inside you, then don’t ask me to start. You go get your clothes and you take yourself into the bathroom and you lock the door, and you stay there until I tell you that I’m myself again and it’s safe to come out.”

He looked so in control. Nothing about him said that he was on the brink of something. She nearly lost her mind and climaxed at his scorching look and those words. The knowledge that she’d already driven him to a point he wasn’t used to reaching was empowering.

“I want you between my legs, Castor. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me. You have my permission.”

“Do I have your permission to destroy you and remake you?”

Holy shit. Her whole body trembled at that dark, powerful statement. “Are you playing at being a god after all?” He didn’t respond. Just kept his laser focus locked straight on her face. On her lips. Waiting for her response. She nodded and bit down on her lip, then remembered what he’d said. “Yes.”

He was like a whirlwind of ink and muscle and fury, knocking her legs even further apart, dragging her down to the edge of the bed and then arranging her ankles over him as he stood between her spread thighs. She clamped her heels into the muscles of his back and ass, thinking a little manically that she hadn’t even seen what his back looked like.

She barely knew him, and she was already going to do the most intimate thing a person could do with another. He covered her with his torso, so broad and huge that she felt absurdly small beneath him. Whenever he moved at all, it was a treat, watching the rhythms of his body.

Just looking at him made her core clench. She mewled and grabbed his shoulders, scratching red marks into his skin. She was so eager to be filled. He nipped her neck and then her chin, her lips, before he took her mouth in a kiss that felt more like it was meant to punish and destroy, but she wanted to be punished. She wanted to be destroyed and rebuilt like he’d said.

She clung to him when she felt his cockhead at her entrance. Wriggling against him didn’t help. He was huge, a blunt weapon that was going to tear her in half. She thought he’d proceed with some caution, that he’d allow her time, but she said nothing, just kept grinding against him, hoping she was doing the right thing, feverish and eager even if she was scared.

He thrust inside, filling her in one swift movement.

It was like being torn in half.

She beat at his back with her fists, dug her nails into his shoulders, tucked her face into the crook of his neck and bit him there, right on his bearded skin, so that she wouldn’t scream.

He grunted at the sting of pain, but didn’t slow. He pulled back and filled her again. It felt like glass shards against her torn flesh. A hot brand shoved inside her that she hadn’t been prepared for. She tried to breathe through the tide of pain, but it kept mounting. She waited for the pleasure that all the books she’d read said would happen, but there was nothing.

She needed him off her. She put her palms against his shoulders and shovedwith all her strength. He let out another grunt. She clawed him, but that only drove him harder inside her.

“You’re hurting me!” she yelped, balling her hand and hitting him just below the jaw.

Castor froze above her. His eyes tore open and the shock in them quickly replaced the blown-out look of pleasure he’d lost himself to. She wanted to fight him, to scratch his eyes out the way she first had when she’d met him.

All of this had been so wrong. She knew it. Her wolf might have wanted him, but her human body didn’t.

“I…” He pulled out with more care than he’d entered her. He kept his eyes on her face, hovering above her. “I’m so sorry. Briar May. You know I would never- that I- I would rather die than hurt you, especially like this. I thought you wanted this. I…” He looked so lost. The pain flashing in his eyes was proof that something could hurt him. She could hurt him. “What’s happening here?”

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