Page 34 of Einar (The Brigands of Ruk #2)
Chapter Thirty-Four
ROWAN
What the fuck am I doing?
Oh , yes. Testing him. That’s right.
I can’t believe I just gave him permission to take his pants off, which, aside from boots, is the only clothing I’ve seen any of them wear. The spikes on their backs must make shirts a definitive no-no for one’s wardrobe.
Although , there is a part of me that wants to know what he’s packing in those pants of his. It’s all for research purposes only, of course.
I’m not sure if he knows that I’m testing him or not, and I don’t really care. We are in this tiny room, all alone, and the door is shut. He’s literally twice my size. If he wants to hurt me or take me against my will, there is nothing I can do to stop him, and I would also be willing to bet that this room is soundproof. The dress I have on is no barrier to a being this strong, and being naked means there is one less barrier between his body and mine.
“ If you are sure?” His gruff voice trails off, the question clear. Einar is making sure this is what I want before he proceeds, and he waits until I realize he’s waiting for me to say it out loud.
“ Yes , I’m sure. I want to see what makes you, well, you.”
He heaves a deep sigh before standing up, turning so that his back faces me and drops his pants to his ankles.
Oh wow.
The entire back of him is covered in scales, from his neck, down his shoulders, along both arms, and both legs and his beefy looking ass. His spine looks like it’s armor plated. The scales are so thick that his spikes stick up out of them and across his shoulders, down his back before ending around his waist. I’m not sure how long I sit there staring before I realize he is shifting his weight from left to right.
Oh shit, I’ve made him uncomfortable.
That startling realization is driven home when he rumbles out another question, with an edge to his tone.
“ If your curiosity is satisfied, may I put my trousers back on now?”
“ I’m sorry, Einar . My intention was not to make you feel self-conscious. I’ve just never seen someone like you before. Can you turn around so I can see what the … erm … front looks like?”
“ I do not think that would be wise, little Starshine .”
Huffing a bit, I fold my arms across my chest. “ Well , why not?”
“ My current condition is not one you will favor at this time.”
I’m a dumbass.
I’m supposed to be his one true love. Of course, he is going to have a physical reaction to me.
Perfect .
“ If I am what you say I am to you, I’m in no danger because you won’t take what isn’t offered.”
“ Ah , so that is what you are about. This is a test to see if I am a brute or if I can control myself.”
He turns as he talks, his hands down at his sides and I watch as he flexes his fingers, causing long black claws to emerge from his fingertips. Once he turns fully, I get my first glimpse of a completely naked Einar .
And what a sight it is.
This close, I can see the heavy slabs of muscle in his chest and abdomen that lead down to a legitimate hip ‘ V ’ that highlights a monstrous, fully erect dick. There is no way, on God’s green Earth (pun intended) that thing is going to fit inside me, and it doesn’t stop there. Scales cover the entire length of his member, texturing it from root to tip. At my wide eyed, possibly horrified look at his junk, he hastens to assure me.
“ If you were ever to be agreeable, it will fit. There are components in my saliva that will relax the flesh enough to permit my pivy entrance to your center.”
“ So , you have a gigantic, scaled cock and magic spit. Got it. Is there anything else?”
Scrutinizing him further, I see that his mating collar spirals up the length of his dick, too. Snapping my gaze up, I see humor in his eyes as he watches me realize his entire body is marked. Showing one and all that even his dick belongs to me.
“ Yes , little Starshine . The gods decided that your claim should cover all of me. I do not mind in the slightest. I am happy to be marked so thoroughly,” he sniggers before continuing. “ What you cannot see is the last thing that sets me apart from my brothers. The Aynar grafted a piece of biotech into my brain that forces me to process vast quantities of information rapidly. I have a photographic memory and can perfectly recall everything I was required to learn. Part of my education was female gratification. At the end of the day, we were all breeders to the Aynar , and it is scientifically proven that the female orgasm makes procreation a much easier process.”
I can feel my eyebrows inching up the more he speaks. So , I have a male that thinks I’m the center of his universe, is literally a genius, and he’s been taught how to pleasure a woman. Is this really my life now?
“ I would be happy to provide you with a demonstration of my skills, if permissible?”
Refocusing on the man meat in front of me, I see that his gaze has fallen to my lap.
“ You would not even have to remove your dress, little one.”
His tone turns cajoling. Is he for real? He’s practically begging my permission to eat me out. Should I embrace my new life? I can’t remember the last time I had an orgasm. I have to start somewhere, right? I’m not sure what he sees in my face, but he prompts me again.
“ I must have the words, little one. Consent is sexy, and very much required.”
Nerves fill me. I can’t believe I’m about to agree to this, but I’m so very tired of being scared. Tired of my body being used as a tool against me for someone else’s pleasure. I deserve some pleasure and who better to give it to me than the guy who says he’s destined for me.
“ You … you can’t touch me with your hands or anything else. Just your mouth, okay?”
Einar sinks to his knees in front of me, clasping his hands behind his back. Acquiescing to my demand that he not touch me in any way other than what I’ve agreed to. He pointedly glances at the hem of my dress before looking back at my face. Even on his knees, he’s so tall that his face is level with mine in the chair I’m currently occupying.
Taking a deep breath, I reach for the hem of my dress and slowly pull it up, hesitating right before my center is revealed. Compassion fills Einar’s face before it falls ever so slightly. He starts to stand up to move away from me, but before he can, my hand darts out to grab him by one of his horns. The second my hand makes contact with the rough textured surface of his horn, he lets out a lurid moan and the skyscraper between his legs jerks.
I file that piece of information away for a later date.
“ No , don’t leave. Just give me a second. I haven’t changed my mind.”
Grabbing every scrap of courage I have, I raise my dress and voluntarily expose my vulnerable flesh to someone for the first time in a very, very long time. I guess that final act is the last bit of permission Einar needs because he literally dives face first into my pussy with a groan.
The first swipe of his tongue on my clit gets my instant attention because his tongue is textured, but it doesn’t hurt. Quite the opposite, it feels good. His spit has a slippery feel to it, and I remember he said that it’s supposed to help me … stretch. The concept is oddly titillating. True to his word, Einar keeps his hands tightly clasped behind his back as he begins to seduce me with his mouth. He starts out with languorous licks, spreading his spit all around, and before long I realize that everywhere he licks tingles a bit, heightening the sensation of everything he’s doing.
Scooting closer, he wedges his shoulders between my legs, forcing them to spread wide to accommodate the bulk of his body. It jostles me enough that my other hand grabs his remaining horn to steady myself in the chair, and Einar’s entire body shudders at the contact. It takes a few seconds, but he seems to get ahold of himself and focuses on the task at hand.
Teasing little licks land all around my clit, the tantalizing sensations a whisper compared what he did at first, and I can feel the first trickle of arousal low in my pelvis. After a few minutes, I can feel frustration welling up inside me. Clutching his horns in my hands, I drag his mouth to my clit and pull him to me, showing him without words where I need his attentions.
With a muffled chuckle, he focuses his attention on my pleasure button and ravages it. He licks, sucks and tongues my clit until I’m panting and writhing on his face, desperate to cum. Einar must sense how close I am, because his lips close around my clit and he sucks hard while flicking the tip of his talented tongue across the bundle of nerves. It’s the push I needed because I fall over the precipice as pleasure overwhelms me. My body bucks with the force of my orgasm, only to be held in place by the weight of Einar’s face in my lap.
Mercilessly , he keeps licking me until I orgasm a second time, my entrance pulsating around nothing as I see stars all around me, the pleasure a stark contrast to the pain I’m accustomed to feeling where sex is concerned. After my second peak, Einar soothes my overstimulated flesh, bringing me down gently before leaning back. His face is wet where my fluids leaked down his mouth and I watch as he licks his lips, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“ Thank you, little Starshine . My dessert was delicious. Let us wrap it up in here and return to my quarters for the night. It is getting rather late.”
He drops that little bomb, and I watch as he gains his feet to put his pants back on, groaning a bit as he shoves his painful looking erection back within the confines of the fabric. Extending one of his enormous hands to me, he waits with infinite patience for me to take it before helping me down from the chair. The hem of my dress falls once I stand, hiding my nakedness from him, and he releases the hold on my hand once he knows I’m steady on my feet.
Disappointment blooms as his hand leaves mine. Maybe I wanted to hold his damn hand after he just ate me like a starving man at a feast.
He packs up his little chair and I wordlessly move to follow him out the door, but not before I tangle my fingers with his, ignoring his huff of laughter at my fit of pique.
Well , that escalated quickly.