Page 17 of Drowned By the Dreadnought

I need him.

Now.

Chapter 6

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Her needy, demanding little tongue tests my control. I slide my fingers into her hair and knead her scalp as I take over the kiss. She groans and tightens her fist in my shirt, pulling the fabric tight across my shoulders and highlighting how cold and wet I am. The only warmth in the room comes from her ass nestled in my lap and the fire roaring in my blood. My drenched pants constrict my pulsing cock. She moans into my mouth and pulls my hair. A warm spot grows on my leg as lava leaks from my tip.

Afraid I might lose myself to rut and actually devour her in my desperation, I pull back and grab her wrists. She fights me, but I extract her hands from my shirt and hair and tuck her forearms against her chest. I growl and grind my teeth, using the pain in my jaw to center myself as her soft breasts and hard nipples brush against my knuckles.

She whines. I close my eyes. She shifts her hips, rubbing her thighs together in my lap. Pleasurable pain spears through my cock. I snap.

Food and half-empty jars clatter to the floor as I use my forearm to clear the table and lay her out like the most scrumptious feast in history. Surprise widens her gorgeous blue eyes, but I’m too hungry to stop.

“There’s no turning back now, little mouse. I need to taste you. All of you,” I growl as I unwrap her head and legs and spread the towels out underneath her, ensuring she’s as comfortable as possible.

I part her knees, wedge my hips between them, and lean down to begin, but when my wet shirt brushes against her front, goosebumps rise on her flesh, and she shivers. I stand, whip the fabric over my head, and toss it aside.

Her strangled gasp pleases me to no end. I release a low rumble and slowly unfasten my belt as I feast my eyes on her tempting curves. An edge of menace enters my purr at the signs of abuse, and I silently vow to replace the horrors lurking in her eyes with moments of pleasure.

I pull my belt free of my belt loops. She stiffens and blindly seeks the edge of the towel to cover herself as her eyes remain glued to the leather in my fist.

I let my belt slip from my grip. The buckle hits the deck with a metallic clank. I frame her face with my hands and land a quick kiss on her forehead to clear the nightmares from her thoughts. Fresh tears shimmer in her eyes, but she doesn’t let them fall. I brush my thumbs over her cheeks.

“I can’t promise to be gentle, little mouse. What I want from you is too raw. Too feral. Too dirty.” My voice deepens as I speak. I relish the dilation of her pupils as she shivers in delight. “But I’ll never hit you. I need you too much.” Her breath hitches and she pulls her lower lip between her teeth. I track the movement with hungry eyes. The edge of the table digs into my swollen cock, preventing me from leaning forward and getting sidetracked. “Understand, Morwenna?”

She twists her fists in the towels and swallows, taking a moment to pull herself together before answering.

“Promise?”

The single word nearly buckles my knees.

I haven’t earned her trust, nor do I deserve her forgiveness, but both shine from her gaze and weave clearly within her tone.

“Of course,” I promise.

Her brows scrunch.

“You’re probably just afraid I’ll kill you like I did my father if you hurt me.”

The moment the words leave her mouth, she turns green and rolls onto her side. I splay my fingers over her back and support her as she heaves over the side of the table.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean that,” she says once her gagging settles down.

I pull her up against me, refill the glass with water, tilt the rim to her lips, and regulate her drinking. She shakes from adrenaline, exhaustion, and her building heat, but I feed her some medicinal leaves from the jar on the counter to calm her stomach and freshen her breath. Pride and concern flow through me when she nuzzles my chest.

“He was going to drown me. I thought I was for sure dead.”

I brush her hair away from her face and tighten my arm around her.

“I would have made him suffer longer, but I’m glad you defended yourself and took care of him. It wasn’t clean, quick, or dignified, so I can’t think of a more fitting end for the monster who murdered his omega mate and abused his daughter for over a decade. You did well, Morwenna.”

She splays her digits over my chest and brushes her lips over my heart.

The thought of her lying dead at her father’s feet fills me with furious desperation. I push her onto her back and pin her to the table by her throat as she writhes through a cramp.

“I still need to taste you. Be still, little mouse,”

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