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“’Tis a dangerous game ye play, my pretty little human, but I can play it too.” With that, he lifted me to his chest, settling me to…to kneel on him.

Since I was still holding onto his cock, I planted my other hand on his thigh and twisted to glare at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Playing with ye, pet,” he rumbled, right before he bent forward and licked my cunny, starting at my clitoris and ending—oh Lord , ending at my arsehole. His tongue circled my arsehole, and I felt so filthy. Filthy and desirable.

I couldn’t hide my rush of arousal, not when ‘twas staring him right in the face, as ‘twere, and his low chuckle told me he knew it.

This time, when he licked me again, I didn’t bother hiding my moan of need , and leaned forward, thrusting my rear toward his mouth. He took full advantage, showing me how ‘twas possible to find pleasure from this angle as well.

I continued to stroke him, despite the awkward position, and even lowered my head to cautiously lick the head of his dark cock.

It tasted as good as Avaleen and Isadora and Verna had said.

My pleasure built as he licked and caressed and stroked me.

I thought I might go mad from the necessity of keeping my legs spread for him, when I desperately ached to press forward against something.

This was the most delicious torture…and it got better—or worse, depending—when Vartok reached between my thighs to tug on my nipple.

Forgetting my need to taste his cock, I let out a cry of pure ecstasy at the rough sensation and thrust myself backward. I fell from my knees, landing with my arse on his face, and the way he growled his approval and grabbed my hips to hold me in place told me he wasn’t sorry.

When I realized I could now gyrate against him, and reach between my thighs to fondle myself, I didn’t regret it either.

My orgasm caught me by surprise.

I gasped, clamping my thighs around his cheeks and jerking in place as wave after wave of pure bliss spilled through my core and over his lips. He licked, he suckled, he stroked, all the while humming in approval.

I was panting as I collapsed against his chest.

“Good girl,” he murmured, scraping his tusk against my arse cheek. “Ye’re a fast learner.”

My body still throbbed from my release, but I couldn’t ignore the way his long, ridged cock jutted upward in front of me. I grabbed it, pulling it toward my mouth, stroking as I went.

Vartok stopped me, however, when his hand clenched in my hair.

“Nay,” he growled, sounding angry. “I dinnae want to come yet. ”

This surprised me, and I lifted my head enough to peer at him in confusion.

His eyes were glowing.

The spark of green I’d seen a few times had turned into a full glow, and his gaze captivated me.

As I watched, his wide, ridged tongue dragged over his jaw, collecting my spend into his mouth, and he preened, as if ‘twas the most magnificent thing he’d eaten.

I was torn between pride and humiliation.

“Why—” I began, but he cut me off when he pulled on my hair, lifting me off him.

“Because I want ye to experience everything , Myra,” he growled, rolling me to my side and pulling me flush against him.

“I want to fook ye.”

My response was immediate. “Aye.”

His expression eased a bit, and I wondered if he’d been worried I would deny him.

“Such a good lass,” he murmured, smoothing my hair down, his green gaze flicking over my face. “Ye ken what will happen when my cock is in ye?”

“I will reach immediate climax.” We’d had this discussion.

“And ye want that?”

Oh God, did I want that.

“Aye,” I breathed, my eyes wide in anticipation. One of my legs inched over his, trying to pull him toward me.

“Ye want my cock in yer cunny, innocent wee plaything?”

I shuddered, the name a delightfully humiliating reminder that I wanted this .

“Aye,” I croaked. “I want your cock in my cunny. Please, Vartok.”

His grin turned wolfish.

“Then ye’ll have it.”

Vartok rolled me onto my back, his large frame looming over me. Once, I might have thought this would scare me, this lack of control, but he’d taught me the sweet freedom of it.

His glowing gaze held me captive as he slipped his fingers between my thighs, stroking my slick folds. Still so sensitive, I gasped at the invasion, my hips jerking upward, eager for more. He slid one finger inside me, then another, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come.

“Ye're so wet,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “I’m going to make ye come again, pet, make ye scream my name.”

With that promise, he lowered his head, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss as he slowly slid a third finger inside me. I moaned into his mouth, my body tensing, then relaxing, so ready for what I had wanted for weeks.

Then, he withdrew his fingers, leaving me squirming in disappointment. He rolled between my legs, his weight resting on one strong arm, his dark cock poised at my core. I could feel the heat of him, the pulsing of his ridges against my sensitive flesh.

“I’m going to fook ye now, Myra. Ye ken what to say?”

I could tell him if I wanted him to stop .

I didn’t want him to stop.

So I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck and lifted my hips to pull him into my eager core.

Chuckling, he nodded. “That’s my good pet,” he murmured, and exhaled as he pushed into me.

I could feel every ridge of his cock as he filled me, stretching me.

It was intense, almost too much, the stretching turning into a burn that had my muscles clenching, my body tightening in fear of the pain.

But just when I thought I’d reached my limit and I would have to beg him to stop…

Vartok’s last ridge slid into me, and he was fully sheathed.

In the heat of the moment, I’d forgotten what would happen, but now?—

I gasped, flinging my head back as my second climax slammed into me. I bucked against him, squeezing his cock, all thought of pain forgotten as his cock milked the pleasure from me.

What can I say? It worked. My body was more than ready for him now, and Vartok took advantage of it, beginning to move as he murmured praise to me, mixed with words I didn’t understand.

His thrusts were slow at first, each ridge of his cock dragging along my inner walls, sparking waves of pleasure that had me whimpering. He pulled back, the ridges catching on my sensitive flesh, only to plunge forward again, burying himself deep.

“Feel that, pet?” he growled, his voice like distant thunder. “Feel each ridge claiming ye? Yer cunny was made for me, made to take every inch of this cock. ”

I could only nod, gasping for breath as he picked up his pace, his hips moving in a rhythm that had me writhing beneath him.

Every thrust was a new revelation, each ridge sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me.

I could feel every inch of him, every contour of his cock, as if it were a landscape I was meant to explore.

“Ye’re so tight, so wet,” he murmured, his fierce green gaze locked onto mine. “Ye’re clenching me so well, dkaar . Such a good little human, taking my cock so beautifully.”

His words were filthy, degrading, and yet they sent a thrill through me.

I was his pet, his plaything, and I reveled in it.

I clung to him, my nails digging into his back, urging him on.

Every thrust was a new wave of ecstasy, building on the last, driving me toward a precipice I wanted more than I wanted my next breath.

How could he make me feel like this so quickly? How did he know my body so well?

“Ye like that, aye?” he groaned, leaning forward until he was bracing his weight on either side of my head. I was pinned beneath him—his weight, his stare. I was his .

“Ye like to watch as I fook ye. Ye’re mine, Myra. Made for pleasure, made to take my seed.”

His words were pushing me as much as his body, driving me toward another climax. I could feel it building, a storm on the horizon, ready to consume me. Each thrust was a lightning strike, each ridge a rumble of thunder, and I was caught in the storm, helpless to resist.

“Vartok,” I gasped, his name a plea and a prayer on my lips. “Please! Please, I need?—”

“I ken what ye need, pet,” he growled, his hips moving faster, his cock plunging deeper. “Ye need to come again, this time with me inside ye. Ye need to feel me filling ye.”

His words were crude, primal, and they ignited something within me. I was no longer just a participant, but an active challenger, meeting his thrusts with my own, grinding against him, desperate to feel every inch of him, over and over again.

“Ye’re close, I can feel it,” he rasped, his voice hoarse with exertion and desire. “Yer cunny is gripping me like a vice. Now , my filthy little plaything. Show me how much ye want it. Show me how much ye want me .”

His words were my undoing. The storm broke, and I was consumed. I threw my head back, screaming his name as my third orgasm ripped through me. My body convulsed, my inner walls clamping down on his cock, feeling every ridge, every pulse, as he continued to move, drawing out my pleasure.

“That’s it, Myra,” he groaned, his voice thick with approval and desire. “That’s the way, lass. Take it. Take me. Take it all.”

And I did. I took every inch of him, like the good little plaything I was.

But then, before my pleasure had even begun to fade, Vartok suddenly growled and yanked himself backward. I didn’t understand what was happening, until his cock slid from my pulsing core and he pressed forward again, catching it between my mound and his stomach.

The pressure sent another sharp spike of pleasure through me, but then he grunted and a liquid warmth spilled from his cock, coating my stomach again and again .

He’d spilled his seed on my skin, instead of inside me.

And I was surprised to discover myself disappointed.

He’d promised me his seed, had he not?

But I couldn’t comprehend that now, not with the way my body still shook with the last vestiges of pleasure. I held onto him, my body limp, my mind blank, my soul utterly sated. I was his, completely and utterly, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice soft now, gentle as he turned his head slightly to scrap his tusks gently down my neck. “Such a good pet.”

When his teeth found my shoulder and he softly bit me, claiming me, I knew .

I was. I was his good girl. His pet.

And no matter if he only thought of this as a temporary arrangement, with him as my tutor in the art of pleasure…I always would be. I would always be his .