Page 22 of Ragnar

“Ragnar?” I ask softly, his snarl ringing in my ears.

“Your scent. It has changed. Bring back the good smell!” He roars, once again shoving his snout into my groin. Slowly the puzzle pieces click together, and my blush is hot enough to catch scald me.

“You can smell when I’m aroused?” I ask, equal parts weirded out and oddly turned on.

“Mine.” He growls low, vibrating right against my chest. Instantly my nipples harden and my core gushes with slick. His head snaps up, locking those black eyes on mine until I feel like he is sucking my soul right out with that stare. It is a look that says he wants to eat me…and I might want him to.

Human nature tells me I should shun that thought. That I shouldn’t want the monster before me. That I am wrong if I get wet just looking at the beast that claims me with a voice so deep it almost hurts my ears. A quick look around shows me enough signs that humanity has been obliterated. It's time I let their outdated expectations die with them. If wanting Ragnar means that I shun humankind, then so be it. I choose life. I choose him.

“Ragnar? Do that again?” I request, moaning when he complies. This time the vibration feels like it goes bone deep. The sensation is so jarring that I lose my footing, crashing down onto my ass. Ragnar follows, leaving me no room to escape.

“Taste. I need to taste.” Ragnar groans, his eyes still black as night. He hits me with another vibration and this time I cry out as it goes straight to my clit. Throwing my head back, I seize up as I come. Claws tear at my legs and I barely even register Ragnar ripping my pants with his claws and teeth. Each stinging rake of his paws only deepens my orgasm, sending me on wave after wave of ecstasy.

As lost as I am in the sensations, I am not prepared for the feeling of his wet tongue against my heated folds. Shoving my hand into my mouth, I bite down on another scream. Even as lost as I am, I know I do not want a monster to come upon us as he shoves his tongue into intimate places.

“It tastes so good.” He growls, flicking his tongue experimentally across my pussy until I am writhing against the heated asphalt. The sounds coming out of my mouth are obscene, even around my hand. Who knew the first male to go down on me would be an alien…and he is fucking great at it. His tongue is long and thick, and it takes its time exploring every nook and cranny.

He flicks my clit, once, twice watching as my whole body jumps each time. Slowly he circles it before going down to my core. Where he was gentle with my clit, he is brutal when he thrusts inside of me, forcing my inner muscles to stretch to accommodate him. My teeth break the skin of my hand when I bite down on a scream. Expertly, he flicks and twists it against my inner muscles, finding that sensitive place and rubbing back and forth against it.

Guttural noises flow from him, curiosity forcing my eyes open. It is lewd, it is wrong, it is so fucking hot. He is massive and alien and yet seeing him spearing me with his tongue makes a gush of slick flood from me. His scales feel sublime where they rub against my skin, his snout forcing me to open wide for him. Arching upwards, I cry out when another orgasm is torn from me.

“Yes, give me more. You are mine.” He snarls, thrusting in and out before moving back up to torture my clit again. It is too much. Pleasure and pain war together into a torturous symphony.

“Ragnar! No more.” I beg, closing my legs to try and force his mouth away. He snarls, stepping forward to tower over me. My eyes threaten to roll back in my head when I watch him lick his snout, catching every drop of my essence that is coating his snout.

“Mine.” He snarls, his eyes still pitch black. He lowers his snout as if intending to taste me once more.

“No.” I argue, scooting back until I can bring my knees underneath me. My own slick coats my thighs, making me feel sticky. Rage sparks in the inky depths of his eyes and he growls low, menacingly.

“Mine.” One word. That is all he repeats as he stalks closer.

“Yes, I am yours, but I was not ready for that Ragnar. It is sensitive and it hurts.” I switch tactics, trying for logic. That gets his attention. He stops, tilting his head at me in confusion.

“Hurts? Feels good?” For just a moment, his eyes flash his normal color, but it is gone as quick as it came leaving me to wonder if I even saw it at all.

“It felt better than good. It felt like heaven. But it has been a while for me, and your tongue is big. It hurts, it is too much too soon.” I say, not wanting to hurt his feelings but needing him to know. When his eyes flash back to normal, I realize I wasn’t seeing things.

“Regreee?” He asks, confusion and worry in his voice. The lighter version of his voice. Now it's my turn to be confused as I watch a freaky battle take place. The black and the blue battle for dominance in his eyes. Back and forth they go while I sit half naked in the streets. The lengthening shadows send skitters of fear down my spine. I need my Ragnar back.

“Ragnar? I need you.” I say quietly, my gaze still glued to the freaky eye battle. They flicker a few more times before it seems like the blue wins. His whole body relaxes and for the first time since this started, I feel like he is seeing me when he looks at me.

“Regreee? Are you ok?” He demands, jumping forward to sniff me like he normally does when looking for wounds. When he reaches my thighs, I see him freeze once more, the black bleeding into his eyes from the edges. Jumping to my feet, I put space between us. Just like that, the blue is back. Interesting…and terrifying.

“Ragnar? What the fuck was that?” I ask, knowing he understands my meaning. A look far too close to shame for my liking slides over his face.

“Not a what, but a who.”

Chapter Sixteen

*Reggie*

The house I’m sitting in feels a little too mundane for the thoughts crashing around in my skull. Ragnar is outside, giving me time to process like the gentleman he is, though the broken look on his face when he explained hurts my heart. He has an inner beast. A monster that drives his thoughts and desires. A monster that wants to fuck me senseless so that he can claim my Ragnar. Or merge with him. Ragnar can’t promise that he will be the same afterwards, but if he doesn’t then he will be lost.

Though, aren’t they both my Ragnar? That is the hardest thing to wrap my head around. I’ve obviously met his inner beast, even if I didn’t realize it. It is freaky, I won’t lie. The concept that he has a devil on his shoulder demanding chaos and mayhem. A devil so terrible that it shredded his entire society apart.

Females were kept from the males unless mated, and if the males didn’t mate? They went insane and murdered everything in sight until they were brought down. Their healers had barely started to cure the madness when the invaders took them all away. The concept is so foreign that it is hard to wrap my head around.

I’ve had awhile to get used to Ragnar, getting used to his other side seems exhausting to even consider. Yet, I do not want to lose Ragnar. If his beast is part of him, then I don’t truly have an option. I won’t let him go insane because of my fucked-up fears. We have far more in common than I originally thought.

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