Page 39 of Einar (The Brigands of Ruk #2)
Chapter Thirty-Nine
ROWAN
Ugh , I have to pee. Bad .
Sliding out from under Einar’s heavy arm, I hurry to the bathroom. Once I’ve finished my business, I brush my teeth before walking back into the bedroom, only to realize Einar is still in bed. He’s always been awake before me, and there’s no way he would have slept through me wiggling out of his grasp, crawling over him, and getting out of bed.
Hurrying back to the bed, I clamber up to check on him.
He doesn’t move.
Not an inch. His breathing is deep and somewhat labored. Something is different though … Running my eyes over him, it hits me.
His mating collar is barely visible.
Shaking him vigorously, I try to wake him up.
“ Einar !”
“ Give me a few more tics, Rowan . I will be up presently.”
His mumbled words are barely discernable. Desperately , I wrack my brain, trying to remember everything Kallen said about how this mate bond works for his species, but I can’t. Panicking is making it worse, and I don’t know what to do, but I know where I can get answers. Jumping down from the bed, I sprint to the door, pausing only long enough for it to open.
Running down the hallway, I stop in front of what I hope is Kallen’s room and start rapidly knocking on it. It must be super early, because no one else seems to be up and about yet. A scowling Ruarc opens the door, and I flinch away from his intimidating countenance. I haven’t actually met him yet, so I’m not sure what kind of reception I’m going to get.
“ I need to talk to Kallen , please. It’s extremely important!”
Kallen must hear me because she appears beside Ruarc before I stop talking. “ Greetings , Rowan . What is so important that you are here so early in the rotation?”
“ It’s Einar ! He’s extremely lethargic and the mark around his neck has faded so much you can barely see it! Can you tell me what’s wrong with him?”
Her face fills with concern and just as she opens her mouth to explain, Ruarc cuts her off with a vicious snarl.
“ He is dying, you spoiled little bychit. If his mating collar has faded and he is that lethargic, then he has one rotation, maybe two, at the most left. It is the mating sickness but does not normally hit a male this fast.”
Kallen’s gasp tells me whatever he just called me is not nice. Ruarc shoots her a quelling glance before continuing.
“ Einar warned all of us that you are damaged and were not to be pressured into anything. That it was to be your choice, and your choice alone whether or not to seal the mate bond with him. Well , guess what? We are ALL damaged in one way or another. You are not special because you have suffered. Do you think, after hearing how we came to be on this ship, that we have not endured much? Einar may see a beloved mate when he looks at you, one that should be cherished above all else, even his own fracking life. I see nothing but a cowardly little bychit, too fracking scared to take hold of the gift, and the second chance at love that the gods of Ruk have given you.”
With that, he grabs a furious looking Kallen and shuts the door in my face.
Indignation wars with terror. Ruarc is the first person to lay me out like that after my escape from Robert . He isn’t wrong, though.
Einar and his brothers have suffered.
I refuse to feel guilty for taking my time to get to know Einar the last couple of days because I needed that regardless of what Ruarc thinks, but Einar shouldn’t die just because I’m scared shitless of having sex. Ruby and Slavic have been going at it like horny teenagers, so we have to be compatible. It’s just … Einar is quite a bit bigger than Slavic , even though Ruby and I are about the same size.
The main door to our bedroom is in front of me, but I don’t remember walking back. Pressing my palm to the pad, like Einar showed me, I step into our room and shut the door behind me. Einar hasn’t moved an inch since I’ve been gone. He’s still on his back in the middle of the bed, with one arm thrown over his eyes.
Well , here goes nothing.
Determination fills me as I take a deep breath and whip my nightgown off over my head before climbing back up on the bed. Pulling the blankets down to his shins to get them out of the way, I unlace the front of his sleep shorts enough to pull his cock out. My eyes widen at how huge he is even soft and I can’t see how that is going to fit inside me once he’s fully erect. Taking him in hand, I lift his dick and start massaging his balls and watch as he rapidly hardens. A deep rumble tells me that what I’m doing feels good to him.
I guess knowing my way around a cock and balls is a bonus right now.
Okay , well, he’s hard, but I’m not wet and I would rather not tear. Been there and do not want a repeat. Crawling up the bed, I ease his arm off his face and lean down to whisper in his ear.
“ Einar , honey. I want you to use your mouth to make me feel good again.”
My breathy demand prods him enough to open his eyes, but they’re hazy and unfocused.
“ You know you need only ask.”
He attempts to get up, and I press my hands to his shoulders.
“ Let’s try something a little different. You stay right there, and I’ll come to you.”
Swinging a leg over, I straddle his face and only flinch a little when his hands grab me by the hips, jerking my pussy down onto his face. Unlike the last two times, Einar lacks any amount of finesse as he tongues me. This is pure instinctual hunger, and it doesn’t take long for him to bring me to the brink, my body hungry for the pleasure only he is allowed to give it. Moaning , I come all over his face. His grip on my hips prevents me from escaping when my clit becomes overly sensitive.
He forces a second orgasm from me.
And a third.
By the time he builds me to a fourth, I’m nothing but a panting mess clinging to his horns for dear life as the pleasure bursts across my nerve endings. What I do know is that between his slick spittle and my own fluids, I’m absolutely drenched. I can’t possibly get any wetter, so I need to figure out how to get my slot b, in line with his tab a.
“ Einar , don’t you want to claim me? I want you to fill me and seal our bond, mate.”
My sultry words do the trick, and he releases my hips. Again , he makes to get up, and I lay on the sugar.
“ No , honey. You stay right there. I’ve got this. Don’t you worry, we are going to get you all better in no time.”
Scooting down his chest, I raise up and up, until there’s enough space for me to grab his dick and position it at my entrance. The first niggle of fear hits me as memories try to break past the wall I’ve erected in my mind. I’m not sure if he smells my fear, but even in his current state, he tries to comfort me.
“ Rowan , you are well?”
“ Never better. You just lay back and let me make you feel better, okay?”
Notching the head of his massive prick against the well of my pussy, I force myself to relax. Tensing up will cause more problems than I need right now. I don’t know what kind of magic spit he has, but I feel it the moment my flesh relaxes. His waist is so thick that my knees don’t reach the bed on either side of him, so I either have to hold myself up with my hands or plant my feet.
Unsure which would be better, I guess I take too long to decide because Einar’s rough hands grab me by the hips and slam me down on him, forcing my body to accept his. Keeping my eyes locked on his inhuman face is the only way I’m retaining my composure.
He is not Robert , nor is he Mark .
Einar isn’t a human man. He’s so much better than they ever were and isn’t going to hurt me like they did because he’s my mate, and he loves me.
Once he’s fully seated, my eyes land on his mating collar, only to see there is no change.
What the hell?
We are having sex and doing all the things.
Why isn’t his collar dark again? Maybe he has to finish?
Planting my feet I raise up, the sensation of his scales inside me making me moan with how good it feels. Talk about textured for her pleasure. I keep up the rhythmic give and take, teasing myself until I’m panting, and my legs are shaking from the strain.
“ Einar , you’re going to have to help me. I’m not going to be able to do this for very long before my legs give out.”
Groaning , his bleary eyes meet mine as he takes over, lifting me up and down his dick like I weigh nothing at all. Tingling low in my belly builds into pressure and before I know it, I’m coming all over his girthy cock, grinding myself into him the best I can. My pussy is stuffed so full of cock it barely has enough give to flutter around him as my muscles contract in bliss while he keeps a steady rhythm. Without warning, he shifts one of his hands so that his thumb is rubbing my clit in time with the motion of my hips.
Whining at how sensitive I am, he strums my clit until I’m coming again with a low cry as I collapse across his chest. A chest that still doesn’t have a damn dark colored mark on it. Raising my head, I peer up at him and realize that what we’re doing isn’t working. He isn’t getting enough stimulation to get off. I’m not sure what will happen to him if we don’t seal our mating, and I’m not ready to admit why the thought of him dying terrifies me.
“ Einar , honey. I need you to fill me up. I need you to seal our mate bond. Please !”