Page 68 of Held

Briar grabbed his horns and dragged him into a kiss. She had to jump a little to do it, but Wick bent down easily, grunting into her mouth.

It was not an entirely pleasurable grunt. Briar drew back, annoyed.

“Shit,” she said. “Am I hurting you?”

Wick shook his head.

“Good.” Briar hauled herself up with his horns, wrapping her legs around his loincloth-clad waist. “Fuck me as hard as you can manage.”

Wick’s fiery eyes swelled. He had been insisting that he had healed enough to take her “properly,” but for now, Briar stayedon top. Even when the blood frenzy had started to take over, it never lasted long enough for him to turn her over and rut her like an animal. The amulet was cracked and flickering, but it still worked.

For now.

Wick carried her to a shady spot near the waterfall and set her down in the grass.

Briar didn’t check if Marigold would be able to see them. There were several windows on this side of the cottage, so she would probably be able to see them. But Briar couldn’t bring herself to care. If Marigold was handing her into some bounty hunter’s jaws, she could see Wick’s entire dick for all Briar cared.

Not that she particularly wanted that. She had been surprised that she was oddly possessive of Wick when he disrobed at the altar in Yedzeva. She had the brief urge to tug her fur coat over them both and keep Wick to herself. But the villagers had wanted a show, and she had given it to them.

There was no one to put on a show for here. Just Wick and his fiery gaze fixed so strongly on her that she forgot to perform at all—a rarity she was still getting used to.

“There is a spell,” Wick grunted as he thrust into her, all the way to the third ridge. “That can make you take me. Your body will rearrange itself but leave you unaltered, after.”

Briar panted, open-mouthed, against the grass. She was facedown with Wick crouched over her, his arm bracing against her chest. She was obviously rubbing against his healing burns, but he showed no signs of stopping or pushing her away. Like crushing her close was worth the pain it caused him.

“How—” Briar cut off with a gasp, the ridges of his cock lighting sparks under her skin. “How m-many spells are you going to cast on me, big boy?”

“As many as it takes,” Wick growled. “I want you. All of you, always.”

Briar curled her hands in the grass, her clit throbbing as she imagined it: Wick getting some warlock to cast spells on his little human so she could stay at his side, taking him inhumanly deep whenever he wanted.

Wick reached down and rubbed her clit. His giant finger was so gentle, as always. Briar yelled and came, clutching the arm he had clamped around her middle. He fucked her through it, his hips stuttering as she squeezed around him.

Briar could feel herself drooling as the orgasm faded. If she walked away from this, she would spend the rest of her life chasing the high that Wick had given her. No man could compare once she had a Skullstalker.

Wick grunted, his hot breath clouding over her hair. He thrust twice more and came, pulsing inside her.

Briar petted his arm, waiting for him to pull out. But Wick only nuzzled her hair, keeping his shaking arm braced against the ground so he didn’t fall and crush her.

“I am almost glad for my injuries,” he confessed.

It took Briar a moment to acknowledge this. She was too distracted by the Skullstalker cock stretching her, even while soft, and his heavy weight over her. Wick had a way of blocking out the world in the sweetest way she’d ever experienced.

“You were burned to a crisp,” she slurred. “How are you glad?”

“I am not acrisp.” Wick pulled out of her with a reluctant noise and then rolled onto his back, gathering her in his arms. “It meant we had more days on this journey.”

Briar said nothing and watched the sky. Wick’s chin was resting against her head, his grip firm as he held her against him.

I want all of you,he had said.Always.

Briar had heard similar things when she was in a man’s bed. But Wick did not make promises he never intended to keep.

She groaned softly. “You really mean it, huh? You want me to stay with you.”

“I do,” Wick said instantly, like it was easy. “Nobody has mattered to me like you. Nobody has protected me like you, nor taken care of me. No one has trusted me as you have.”

Briar’s eyes burned with tears. She twisted in his arms and braced herself above him.

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