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‘Twas almost impossible to remain still below her, to allow her complete control. But I knew there’d be no way I could keep from spilling if I began to move, so I held myKteerin check. Barely.
“I need you!” she mewled, bouncing atop my cock. “Please spill for me!”
“Nay,” I growled, caressing her skin. “This is no’ a breeding. This is for ye. Yer pleasure. Come for me, Sorcha, like a good lass.”
I dropped my hand to her cunny, and the feel of those wet lips closing tight around my cock was just as remarkable from the outside. I pressed the pad of my thumb against the bud of her pleasure hidden in the auburn curls, and I gave her the pressure I knew she liked.
“Now, lass.”
When Sorcha came apart, she screamed my name.
Gods below, ‘twas the most difficult thing I’ve ever done, to hold myself steady as she squeezedaround me, trying to milk my pleasure from me. But if I spilled in her now, that would go against Gelma’s prophecy. I needed to wait to fill her cunny with my cock. I would breed her in a sennight, at the new moon, as foretold.
Sorcha collapsed against my chest, breathing heavily, and I squeezed my eyes shut, enjoying each breath of sheer torture, the control that threatened to slip between one heartbeat and the next.
“Drakolt?” she finally whispered.
I grunted, all I was able.
“You are sweating.”
My eyes flashed open. “I’m trying to keep from claiming ye fully.”
“And your eyes are green.”
Were they? Then this was the Mating thrall. Until my Mate was mine, and myKteeracknowledged it, I would struggle to maintain control. “I’m no’ surprised.”
“Ye want to spill?” she asked shyly, and I groaned yet again, because I swear I could feel her words in the place where we were still connected.
But she slid forward, off my cock, and reached between us to press it against my stomach. Still on her knees, straddling me, Sorchacradled my cock with her dripping core, the slick skin almost as good as being inside her.
As she rocked forward and back, stroking my cock with her cunny, Sorcha held my gaze. “Come for me, Drakolt.”
‘Twas all I needed. That gentle command, an echo of mine.
My fingers dug into her hips and I roared as I spilled, spurting thick ropes of seed along my stomach, tangling in her curls. Because of her angle, the undersides of her breasts were soaked as well, and she pushed herself upright, giggling.
I lay beneath her, stunned to silence.
With a curious sound, my Mate dragged her fingers through the mess on my stomach and lifted it to her lips. Her tongue darted out to catch some, and then with a hum she stuck both seed-covered fingers into her mouth.
“Hmmm, thisisspicy. Delicious. Different.”
“Gods, Sorcha,” I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut and allowing my head to fall back against the hard ground. “Ye’ll be the death of me.”
“Not yet, I hope,” she quipped, climbing off me. “We still need to bathe. And you owe me quite a few more kisses.”
In that moment, I vowed I’d kiss her whenever and however she wanted, as often as possible, if it meant convincing Sorcha Tarbert she was my Mate.
Chapter 9
Sorcha
Was it possible to fall in love in only a fortnight? I mulled over the question days after our first stop in the protected hollow. Once more, Drakolt held me on his lap as we rode, but by now I felt comfortable and cozy in his arms. I didn’t mind the circuitous route we’d taken…it had allowed us time to get to know one another.
In the days since the first time he’d put his mouth on me and fulfilled myHarlot’s Guidefantasies, I had come to see what a remarkable male Drakolt of the Clan Bladesedge really was. He was strong, aye, and scary…but not to me. He cared for me, hetookcare of me, in a way no one else ever had.
In my Father’s keep, I was just another daughter, one more girl to be used to make alliances. No onehad seen me as an individual with my own interests and dreams.
