Page 30 of Bought and Shared
Those words are laced with both a threat of violence and carnal delight. Taking a deep breath, I turn my body toward the massive warrior and lower my eyes.
“Vilme gos, Mastatta,” Welcome home, Master, I reply in Voltanese. An expression Colton had me learn in our lesson today.
When I see the intense look cross Knox’s face and his breath quicken, I fear I’ve done it wrong. After all, I’ve only just learned the phrase and I might have accidentally insulted him instead of showing him respect like I’d intended.
“Easy, Kitten,” Oren warns, stroking my hair which is flowing down my back in springy ringlets.
My whiskey brown eyes widen with upset and unspent tears. “Did I say it wrong? I’ve only just learned the phrase. Colton said my pronunciation was correct, but I could have said it wrong. I’m sorry,” my bottom lip begins to quiver alongside my voice with my urgent apology.
“Shhhh,” Oren soothes, stroking my cheek. “You said it perfectly. It’s just that my giant friend here wants you very badly and he’s trying his hardest not to ravish you like a wild animal. Hearing his mother tongue from your sweet lips is quite a turn-on for us. We rarely hear a feminine voice using our beloved language anymore. I can’t remember when the last time was. It’s quite intoxicating hearing you do so now.”
Gathering my courage, my gaze swings over to Knox. He’s staring so hotly at me, I fear it might burn a hole straight through me. That heat zings through my core, causing a tingling sensation at my drenched apex.
“I need to hold her,” Knox grits out, the words sounding pained.
“Let’s adjourn to the bedroom then,” Oren suggests. “That way we can all get better acquainted.”
Knox’s nostrils are flaring as I step closer to him. His hands snake out and draw me into his steely embrace. Threading his fingers through my hair, he tugs my head back with just the right amount of pressure that stings but doesn’t hurt. Running his nose along the column of my throat and inhaling, he snarls, and my woman’s center clenches while my gathering juices drip shamefully down my thighs.
Both men sniff the air and I blush beet red when I realize they’re smelling me and my excitement.
Knox doesn’t wait for me to follow Oren’s order. Lifting me into his arms, he storms towards what must be his bedroom. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist as the enormous warrior strides confidently forward.
I’ve only visited Oren’s room and my own since arriving in this suite, but the new surroundings aren’t what hold my attention now. It’s the hungry look on Knox’s face that captivates me. I’m spellbound and terrified in equal measures.
Tossing me onto the mattress, Knox demands, “Clothes off now! I want you naked. Virgin or not, I need to feel and taste every part of you tonight.”
My fingers tremble as I reach for the thin strap of my slip. Knox rips off his hardware, then his shirt, revealing a body seemingly carved from stone. He’s a work of art, and I find myself momentarily stunned as I view him like one.
Oren walks over to the wet bar in the corner of the room and pours several drinks. Handing one to me, he smiles and orders, “Drink up. You’re going to need it.”
Tentatively placing my lips along the smooth rim of the sparkling glass, I carefully take a sip. The drink isn’t familiar to me, though I’ve never had alcohol of any kind before. It’s a bit sweet and its bubbly texture leaves a pleasant aftertaste on my tongue after I swallow.
“It’s Bissa, Voltanese champagne,” Oren explains, as he takes a seat on the couch. “It’s very strong, so only take small sips.”
When I glance back at Knox, he’s down to his undergarment, the front of which is stretched so tautly that I can easily see the outline of his massive manhood. I gasp when I see just how large it is. So thick. Hard. And ready for destruction. Though I haven’t seen it fully yet, I know one thing for sure: he’ll ruin me with that thing if he forces it inside my body, and I’ll never be the same again.
Fisting his cock through the overburdened fabric, Knox declares, “I can’t wait any longer. I need inside of her, Oren. My dick is already weeping precum and we haven’t even started yet.”
Oren grins his trademark handsome grin. “Then don’t wait, Knox. You’re home. Time to enjoy the spoils of all your hard work.”
Snagging the waistband of his undergarment, Knox says, “I want to be the first to enjoy her pussy.”
Chuckling, Oren inclines his head. “Just as long as you’re good with me taking her ass.”
Knox debates this trade for a second as my heart nearly pounds out of my chest. Even though I know of such things, I’d never considered it for myself and am practically trembling at the idea of Oren performing such depraved acts on me.
“Agreed,” Knox returns, then yanks his underwear to the floor.
I’d been concerned when I’d seen the ghost of his manhood through his boxers. But now, seeing him in his full glory, visible to the naked eye, makes me want to scream in fright. It’s too big. Too engorged. Too intimidating to get anywhere close to my tiny opening. He’ll tear me in two if he tries to force that thing inside of me! It’s the only thing I know for sure right now.
Panic-stricken, I scuttle backward on the bed and begin to shake my head. “It’s too big! It won’t fit inside of me!”
Oren sets his drink down and comes over to the bed. In a quiet, commanding tone, he rumbles, “Aurora, move to the edge of the bed.”
I shake my head, an unwilling lamb to the slaughter.
“Are you sure you want to defy me, Kitten?” Oren presses, a dark smile on his handsome face. “You know what happens when you defy me.”
