Page 51 of The Lost Child

Those green eyes bored into me as I carefully threw a leg over him, moving slowly until I straddled him. Heat blossomed between us, and the only barrier between our hips was my leggings.

Canavar made a strange, low whine in his throat. I froze. I’d been sure this would be consensual, but maybe not. I’d never heard him make that noise before.

I leaned into him, burying my hands in his hair and my face on his chest. I just wanted to help him. I just wanted to free him. I was done killing myself for this company in a desperate bid for affection from a goddamn pirate lord. Everyone and everything in this fortress was just a weapon to be used at his discretion, including me.

I didn’t want to do it anymore. I didn't want to hurt anymore.

Canavar grunted, trying to break out of his ankle cuffs Veins stood out in his neck as he strained against the remaining chains trying desperately to lift his head toward mine. His eyes weren’t panicked though, or afraid anymore. They were angry. Frustrated. Aroused.

I steeled my courage and lowered my mouth to his.

I felt the growl emanate from his chest and vibrate against me when our lips met. Canavar bit down on my mouth like I was a snack, using his teeth to pull me closer toward him. He wasn’t gentle, but I didn’t need him to be. I wanted it rough and dangerous.

Sharp fangs pierced my lips and cut my chin as he kissed me. I didn’t mind the pain. Pain was the only love I’d ever known. It was how I knew I was improving, becoming better. It reminded me I was alive.

My hips moved with a traitorous purpose, but he kept right up with me. Our pelvises weren’t just touching anymore. They moved against each other just as desperately as our lips and teeth.

Drakens mate for life. Drakens mates for life.

Panic and shame shot through my veins, and I ripped myself away from him. I couldn’t do this. I was ruining Canavar’s life. I was taking his choices away.

No, all of his choices have already been taken. You’re giving him a few back,my brain argued immediately. I pulled my hair in frustration.

Yes, I was attracted to Canavar. Who wouldn’t be? All those coiled muscles and hands that could snap a man’s neck in two? Positively divine. The thought of having all of that feral aggression directed had me hot and bothered all over again.

But to mate for life?

I was a goddamn pirate. He was a … draken. Not even human!

What would life be without constantly straining for my father’s approval? To sleep in for once and not spend all day training, with scorn and insults as my only reward?

What would it be like to be with Canavar beside me? That answer, at least, was easier.

I would have to stay with him. Teach him that not everyone will beat him or withhold food. That some people could be nice if you were lucky enough to come across them. I would have to remind him that the witches were kind.

He pulled me back down to him, his pelvis thrusting up against mine, grinding as my full weight rested on him. It was difficult to think while his hips thrust upwards viciously, up and down. Up and down. It was the only movement he had while still tied down.

“Nerissa …” he growled.

My name coming from his mouth sounded absolutely sinful. It should be a crime to say a name like that, a cardinal sin. The deepest voice I’d ever heard, rough as if he didn’t use it much. It was feral and dark and his dick was right there rubbing against me and—

Right. Enough of this. We needed to get out, and I wanted a piece of him. He clearly wanted a piece of me. I yanked down the waistband of my pants without thinking, shoving them down my hips. My bare sex met his engorged cock, and he almost slid in right then and there.

I gasped, not realizing I’d been so wet for him. Canavar shivered, eyes closing in what I hoped was ecstasy. Or pleasure of some sort, if not ecstasy. I wasn’t pigheaded enough to have that great of an opinion of myself.

I shifted my hips justso, and he slid home.

His roar covered my own cry. I needed a moment to adjust to his size and girth, but didn’t get it as he started thrusting like a madman. Canavar was more than anything I’d experienced with any of the other men. And he felt different. It was almost as though he had a flare on his dick that hit just the right spot when he thrust. I hadn’t exactly studied his dick before I sat on it, but I made a mental note to look eventually. Assuming we all survived this, of course.

All I could do was hold on.

“Oh gods,” I managed pathetically, having nothing to hold onto. I shifted my weight back so I could rest my hands on his massive legs, but all that did was seat him further inside of me.

I groaned and he moaned.

“Move,” he gasped at me.

“OK,” I gasped, trying to better time my movements to him. I liked him telling me what to do. It was a welcome reprieve from constantly controlling every expression. Every action. Trying to guide my life in a way that would garner respect. I didn’t want to be in control anymore.

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