Page 76 of Her Manticore Master
I wake to the rasp of steel on stone, the sound sharp in the quiet dawn. The abandoned ruin we’ve taken refuge in is a crumbling shell, its walls barely holding back the world outside Vhoig. Ronan sits by the entrance, sharpening his blades, his massive frame silhouetted against the pale light. His dark hair is a mess, his steel-blue eyes focused, and the sight of him—scarred, dangerous, and mine—sends a pulse of heat straight to my core.
“Thought beasts slept late,” I tease, my voice husky from sleep, propping myself on one elbow in the pile of straw we’ve claimed as a bed.
He smirks, not looking up from his blade. “And I thought vixens knew when to keep their mouths shut.”
“Oh, you love this mouth,” I say, crawling toward him, my torn silks barely covering me. “Especially when it’s wrapped around your cock.”
His eyes snap to mine, dark with hunger. “Careful, Corrina. You’re begging for trouble.”
“Good,” I purr, closing the distance. “I want trouble. I want you.”
Before he can respond, he grabs me, pulling me onto his lap, my thighs straddling his hips. His hands grip my ass, rough and possessive, and I feel his cock already hard beneath his leathers. “I need to find my brothers,” he says, his voice low, serious. “And I want you with me. When we reach my homeland, I want you as my wife, my mate.”
The words hit me like a blade, stealing my breath. Wife. Mate. Not a pet, not a prisoner, but his equal. I’m speechless, my heart pounding, but my body knows what to say. I kiss him, fierce and playful, my tongue tangling with his, biting his lip until he growls. “You think you can handle me, beast?” I whisper against his mouth, grinding against his hardness.
“I’ll do more than handle you,” he says, his voice a dangerous promise. “I’ll fucking ruin you.”
“Then do it,” I challenge, ripping his leathers open, his cock springing free—thick, veined, and throbbing. I don’t hesitate, spitting into my hand and slicking him up, my fingers barely wrapping around his girth. “But first, I’m taking what I want.”
I lift myself, positioning his cock at my ass, and sink down, impaling myself on him. The stretch is intense, a burning fullness that makes me gasp, but I love it, love the way it claims me. I ride him hard, rolling my hips, taking him deep into my ass, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure-pain through me. “Fuck, yes,” I moan, my hands braced on his chest, nails digginginto his scars. “Look at you, my filthy beast, filling my ass like you were made for it.”
He groans, his hands gripping my hips, but I slap them away. “No touching,” I snarl, riding him faster, my ass clenching around his cock, the friction driving me wild. “You’re my fuck toy now.” His eyes roll back, his jaw tight as he fights to hold on, and I revel in the power, in the way I’m breaking him with every grind.
But Ronan’s not one to stay submissive for long. With a guttural roar, he flips me onto my back, the straw scratching my skin as he takes control. “You think you’re in charge, vixen?” he growls, yanking my legs up and folding me in half, my ankles by my ears. “I’m gonna use you like the fuck doll you are.”
He slams into my ass again, his cock relentless, stretching me to the limit. The pace is brutal, his thrusts deep and punishing, each one hitting so deep it feels like he’s splitting me apart. “Fuck, your ass is so tight,” he snarls, his hands pinning my wrists above my head. “You love this, don’t you? Love being my filthy little slut.”
“Yes,” I moan, my voice raw, my body arching to meet his thrusts. “Fuck me harder, you dirty beast. Ruin me.” My ass grips him, the sensation overwhelming, and I’m lost in it, in the way he’s using me, owning me in this moment. His cock pounds into me, a relentless rhythm, and I’m nothing but need, my moans turning to screams as he drives me to the edge.
He shifts, pulling out only to slam into my pussy, the sudden change making me gasp. “Gonna fuck this cunt too,” he growls, his cock stretching me, filling me completely. He’s a piston, relentless, his hips slamming into mine, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the ruin. My pussy clenches around him, dripping, desperate, and I come hard, screaming his name, my walls spasming as waves of pleasure crash through me, my body shaking under his assault.
He’s not done. He flips me again, onto my knees, my face pressed into the straw as he enters my ass once more, his hands gripping my hips so hard I know I’ll bruise. “You’re mine,” he snarls, fucking me with a ferocity that makes my vision blur. “This ass, this cunt—mine to fuck, mine to ruin.”
“Yes,” I gasp, pushing back against him, taking him deeper. “Use me, Ronan. Fuck me like your doll.”
He does, his thrusts savage, each one a claim, a destruction. His hand reaches around, fingers finding my clit, rubbing hard, and I’m lost again, another orgasm building even as my body trembles from the first. “Come again,” he orders, his voice a growl. “Come on my cock, you filthy girl.”
I do, screaming, my ass clenching around him as I shatter, my pussy dripping onto the straw. He roars, his thrusts faltering, and then he’s coming, flooding my ass with hot, thick spurts, his body shaking as he empties himself inside me.
We collapse together, panting, bodies tangled in the straw, sweat and cum slick between us. My silks are ruined, my body aching, but I’ve never felt more alive. The ruin is silent except for our ragged breaths and the distant chirp of morning birds.