Page 79 of Forged By Malice (Beasts of the Briar #3)

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Ezryn

M y mate has never looked so gorgeous as right now: soaking wet, naked, and on her knees looking up at me. I stand above her, my own trousers dropped. My cock bobs before her beautiful face, and I give it a long stroke. Her eyes track my every movement, a wildness in her gaze like I’ve never seen.

“I need you, Ezryn,” she begs. “I need you to claim me and make me yours. Fuck me so hard, I can’t remember a time when I didn’t belong to you.”

I hold her chin in my hands. It’s requiring all my willpower to avoid seizing her hair, flipping her on to her stomach, and mounting her from behind like a beast. “Such a good girl.”

Her mouth trembles, and her hands crawl up her thighs. Her eyes dart to my cock, so close to her mouth. “May I?”

I suck in a breath. Her mouth looks so fucking tantalizing. How easy it would be to wrap her hair around my hand like a rope and stuff her throat with my cock. To watch her eyes roll back in her head, to hear her gag. There is time for that , I tell myself. For Rosalina is my mate. I have centuries to fuck her into oblivion in every way we could possibly imagine.

But for now … Now, I will show my mate depths of pleasure I have never been able to before.

I will claim her as she asked.

I drop to my knees. We are skin to skin, and I press my hardness against her so she can feel exactly what she does to me. She moans and reaches for my cock. I snatch her wrist. “Not until I tell you.”

She runs a tongue over her top lip that seems to say she’s going to put me to work.

A growl rumbles through my chest. I can’t believe I’m finally staring at her—all of her—with my own eyes. Her breasts are even more beautiful without the tint of the visor.

Gently, I place my hand on her throat. She grabs my wrist and drives it harder against her skin. I laugh, but give her what she wants, pushing her down to the ground as my grip tightens. She inhales sharply, throat bobbing deliciously against my palm.

“Look at you,” I murmur. My other hand drifts over to her breast, and I run my calloused hand over her softness. “So pretty under me.”

Her breasts are too addictive, so I let her throat go. She gasps out, that feral light flashing in her eyes. She lifts up, snagging me around my neck. “Fucking kiss me.”

I pinch her nipples to bring her even closer. “My pleasure.”

She cries out against my mouth, and I capture her voice in my kiss.

“Now,” I murmur, “bend over and show yourself to me. I want to look at my pussy.”

Pink flushes over her face and she bites her bottom lip. Something about her shyness sends my cock pulsing. I snatch her chin. “Do what I say, Petal.”

Rose nods, then turns around on all fours. Her voluptuous ass points straight up in the air, revealing her pink entrance. The whole sight—fucking glorious.

“Mhmm.” I come up behind her, stroking my hands down her back and massaging the space between her shoulder blades. “You are such a good girl.”

“Ez,” she moans. “Please.”

“Please what?” I reach around to cup her hanging breasts. The points of her nipples, against my palms, makes my balls tighten.

“Please give me your cock,” she begs. “I-I’ve been good.”

“So good, Baby Girl.” I give her round ass a pat. “But you’re not getting anywhere near this cock until you’re already a quivering mess.”

She lets out a hiss, and I respond with a firm smack. Her ass bounces with the force, and I need to clench every muscle in my body to keep from painting her with my cum. A moan escapes her. I lean forward to place a kiss on her neck.

“Now,” I say quietly, “show me how a good girl comes, Rosalina.”

She sighs, a sound of ecstasy. “Yes.”

I stroke up her glistening center. “So wet already.” My fingers shine, and I can’t help myself. I lick them clean, moaning.

She turns around to watch me. “Fuck, Ez.”

I take my time, the taste of my mate aphrodisiacal.

“Ez!” she cries out, but I pretend to ignore her whining. She’ll get what she wants. The waiting only makes it sweeter.

When I’m finished, I meet her gaze. “We’re ready then.”

I drive two fingers into her. Her voice breaks, a magnificent sound. Her warm wetness hugs me, and I turn my wrist to curl into her.

She clutches the grass and bucks back against my hand, begging for more. I pump harder in and out. My other hand grabs the base of her hair and tugs, revealing her gorgeous long neck.

“God, you are driving me crazy,” she moans.

I pull my hand out to gently rub her clit. “Don’t think about what it will feel like when it’s my hard cock fucking you.”

“I can’t help it—” I interrupt her by plunging my fingers back inside. Her words turn into a cry.

“Don’t think about what it will feel like when your beautiful pussy makes me need to come.” My voice is raspy. My senses are alight: her glorious body, the slap of my hand in and out of her, her soft hair wrapped tight around my palm, the taste of her cunt still in my mouth from when I licked my fingers clean, all bathed in the sweet smell of my realm. I knew I would take her here.

“Fuck, Ez, I’m going to—”

But she doesn’t need to tell me. I can feel it: her walls tremoring against my hand. I curl my fingers again, and it’s all she needs. Her delectable scream erupts over the lake as her orgasm ripples through her.

My heart hammers in my chest. Slowly, I pull out of her. She shakes, arms barely able to hold herself up. But she doesn’t need to do that. I hold her in my embrace, cradling her against my chest, kissing her neck, her jaw, her pointed ears. A tear trembles down her face, and I kiss that, too.

“Holy fuck,” she whimpers. “That was amazing.”

I take her hand in mine, massaging her palm, then kissing her knuckles, the soft skin of her wrist. “Now, darling, I’m going to fuck you like you deserve.”

Rosalina looks up at me through her dark lashes, the softest smile. She crawls from my lap and lies down in the grass, tracing her fingers over the soft blades.

I place my hand over hers, channeling my magic. Little daisies bloom up around her.

She lets out a small gasp. “It’s beautiful.”

I stare at her face. “I know.”

“I’m ready, Ez.” There’s the most genuine look of happiness on her face.

I’ve seen Rose laid out before me in the past, but this is different. This is more than the gift of her body, more than any sort of base fun.

This is something sacred. Something forged in the story of the stars.

I hold her head and position myself. Her chest heaves beneath me, and I wonder if she’s nervous.

I wonder if I’m nervous.

There is no doubt in me that I will show my woman the furthest reaches of pleasure, but I’m nervous about something else. For how this changes who I am. I’ve always known there was darkness living inside of me … That I brought pain to those who got too close. What does it mean for me to—

Rosalina softly smacks my cheek, and I focus back on her. “Stop it,” she says fiercely. “Stop thinking and just love me, Ez. That’s all I want.”

Just love.

I can do that.

I can do that.

My mate captures my mouth and my mind, and I enter her body and into oblivion all at once.

It’s like no feeling I’ve ever experienced before. This … This is what life is. Her warmth around my cock, fitting me like we were crafted in the same forge. She wraps her legs around my hips, dragging me deeper.

Most glorious of all is her face, her eyes shining, mouth in a trembling smile. How of all the fae in the realm do I deserve her? My chest feels heavy and light all at once, a bursting sensation that simmers like coals and burns like fire.

I lean down to suck her breast into my mouth, reveling in her moan of pleasure. She rakes her fingers into my hair; how wonderful it is to be touched, to feel her skin against my face. Is this what it is to be seen? Is this what it is like to see for the first time?

We twist so I’m on my back and she’s riding me. My mate. My beautiful, funny, strong, kind mate who sits upon my cock like it’s a throne.

“Ezryn,” Rose breathes, dragging her hands through my chest hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Rose.” I’m holding tight to a semblance of restraint, my cock thoroughly ravished by the up and down movement of her pussy.

She bucks hard, her hips grinding down. Her breasts bounce, and I have to squeeze them before I lose my mind. “Your cock is so good,” she sighs.

“You take it like a queen.”

Her breath is ragged and stuttering now. “Then worship me,” she growls. “Give me your cum.”

“Anything for my mate,” I say lowly. “And you’re going to come with me.”

I grab her hips, lifting her to the tip of my cock before plunging her down. A breathless plea escapes her, and her eyes ignite with a sultry flame. I don’t stop—and she doesn’t, either. She meets me stroke for stroke. Our gazes never leave each other, and it’s an unspoken connection—we will find bliss together.

I know you. Her sweet voice is a caress in my mind.

I know you. And as I say the words within her, my body responds. Light streaks across my vision as I explode. A roar breaks out of me, and her cry is equally feral, fingernails raking down my chest. I feel her tighten and pulse around my cock, only making me come harder. My seed erupts deep within her.

A beat passes. Our gazes never break. Tears stream down her face, but she’s smiling.

Smiling at me.

And I know something has happened—something greater than even the sealing of a mate bond. We have forged this bond so tightly that nothing will ever tear us apart.