Page 49 of Tamed for Her Pleasure

She shakes her head, but her lips curl in amusement as she cups my cheek. “I love you, Alfred.”

Her words poleaxe me. It is the first time she has said them, and I feel my chest puff up with pride.

She continues to tend my minor wounds, and I let her, for the attention feels nice. But the fight, her declaration of love, and her lush body so close is a fucking test. My eyes bounce between her concerned eyes and her pretty tits quivering as she leans over me to tend to my cuts.

She stops. I realize I have been caught ogling her.

She sighs heavily. “How can you be thinking of rutting at a time like this?” She plants her palm dramatically against her forehead. “I just called it rutting. Goddess, help me! You are infecting me with your barbarian words.”

“I have just been in a brawl. Gave some deserving bastard a good thumping. It is a very positive thing and leads a mantoward thoughts of rutting. Also, these fucking dresses make me think about rutting, the way your tits are all pushed up like an offering… the way the skirts hide the nakedness of your naughty pussy.”

There is no fucking hope for it. I take the cloth from her, toss it aside, rise, and put her where I was sitting.

Penelope

My father’s many years of coaching have failed on every front to persuade me to wear a dress, yet this gruff barbarian on his knees, overcome with lust, sweeps through my resistance with a scythe. I will get the best silk gowns in every color of the rainbow for the magic he performs with the aid of his wicked tongue.

In light of my earlier dress fitting, I put panties on. They now lay in tatters.

“Goddess, yes! Right there.”

My fingers tighten on his hair, pushing him where I need him.

He grumbles a complaint, even as he continues to lavish my clit with his tongue.

Then he closes his lips around the sensitive bud and sucks, and I arch up, gasping, body rigid as a climax tears through me.

There is something perfect about the debauchery of his moment. Finally, I am the lady my father wanted, only I am a wanton version, spread out on a chaise longue with my silk skirts rucked up and a wicked barbarian king on his knees, his dark head between my legs. He fucks me anywhere and everywhere. The servants are in a perpetual state of alarm and caution lest they find my barbarian overcome with lust for me.

I shudder as his lapping becomes too much, and tug on his hair.

He lifts his head and plucks my fingers away, scowling. I feel one ought to be more concerned when such a barbaric male, who is assuredly all alpha, fixes me with a glare, but all I can summon is a sleepy, satisfied smirk.

“Do not fucking interrupt a man when he is eating, lass.”

He swipes his thumb across his lips and sucks it into his mouth, groaning as he savors my taste. I’m sure a civilized man would be appalled to taste me in this way. Certainly, none of my lovers have shown an inclination toward this act, although they have all been eager for my lips around their cocks.

I go to lower my skirts. He smacks my right thigh and pushes them back.

He stares at my pussy like he’s thinking of going at it again, and, Goddess have mercy, my inner walls clench with interest. I swear I have never been this needy before. It’s like he has broken every rational thought in my mind and made me his slave, one who can think of little beyond getting my hands on him and his cock… and his cock inside me… And the attention of his mouth anywhere is bliss.

To my surprise, he surges to his feet, fists my hair, and tumbles me off the chaise longue onto my knees.

I ought to take exception to this. With my years of training, I could have him on his back with one of my many knives against his throat. Only I don’t, because my eyes are locked on his huge bulge straining his leather pants.

“Take my cock out like a good girl, and put it in your hot, naughty mouth.”

I groan and reach for his buckle before I can second-guess myself, cooing with glee as I free his pants enough to get my fingers inside and capture the hot flesh.

His chuckle is dark and sinful. “That’s my lusty princess, eager for her mate’s cock. Pretty gown all rumpled from my rough hands, silk panties all torn, and pussy wet from where you have come. Such a filthy girl for me and only me. Go ahead and have a taste. You know you need my cum in your belly.”

His pants finally yield to my tugging and catch at his thighs. Wrapping both hands around his thick girth, I lower the head to my lips and suck, humming as I get the first taste.

He uses me roughly, plowing to the back of my throat, and I love everything about it. So noble in ways and yet barbarian to the core, Alfred is all alpha and all mine.

“I’m going to come. You are going to swallow every drop.”

As if there is any doubt? I dig my nails into his ass. He growls—my mate loves to feel their sting—and his seed floods my mouth.

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