Page 49 of Warlord's Mate

The ache between her legs grew unbearable to the point she clamped her legs together just for a bit of pressure on her throbbing lady parts. His attention to her breasts was so thorough she could feel moisture leaking onto her thighs and if he didn’t touch her soon—

He let go of her abruptly and stood to his full height. Marcy opened her eyes, watching him, her breaths panted out in short gasps. His strange amber eyes seemed brighter now as he looked at her kiss-swollen tits. He sucked in a breath, his nostrils flaring before he grabbed the material around her waist. He tugged at it until it loosened, then fell off her hips to pool on the floor at her feet. His gaze fell to the damp curls between her legs before he lowered his hand, his fingers barely caressing her inner thigh a moment later.

He locked eyes with her as he slid one finger between her folds, the callused pad brushing her clit before sliding further. She inhaled sharply as his nostrils flared again. “You are wet.”

No shit, sherlock.If he would just move his finger back to her clit she’d be more than wet. That finger between her folds slid inside of her and Marcy moaned again despite herself. Her eyes slid shut, and she spread her legs wider for him.

As he had under the waterfall, he fingered her as if he had no other desire in the world than to see her come. He worked her pussy until her entire body was trembling, her nipples aching as he pinched them with his free hand. When her stomach clenched signaling her impending climax, she sucked in a breath, raised up on her toes and—

He pulled his hand free. “Why do you disobey me?”

Marcy’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. Why did she disobey him? He pickednowto have a chat? Her muscles were clamping down on air, her clit throbbing. “I—” She closed her eyes and squeezed her legs together. When she looked back up at him, the corner of his mouth was lifted. Was he enjoying her discomfort?

The warlord reached for the knot at the back of her neck, untying the material she covered her breasts with and pulled the cloth free, letting it fall to the floor with the skirt. He took three steps back, his gaze lingering on her breasts before lowering. When he finally lifted his eyes, the heat in his gaze caused that pulsing throb between her legs to intensify.

He suddenly turned on his heel and left the hut. Marcy stared at the swinging leather flap, anticipation at what he was going to do next humming through her veins. Seconds turned to long minutes and as the leather door flap stopped swinging, and the noise in camp rose, Marcy realized he wasn’t coming back.

Chapter Seventeen

He was so hard, his cock felt ready to break. Jorrick headed into the trees, stomping up the path to the pond. Tying Mar-see to a pole had seemed like a good idea at the time but now, he wondered who exactly was being tortured.

He could still taste her blood in his mouth. Why he’d bitten her he’d never know. Well, that’s not exactly true. He’d heard her heart pounding, saw the vein in her neck pulsing, and bloodlust had ridden him hard.

And he wanted more.

His own heart was racing by the time he reached the shelter of the cave's entrance and the darkness swallowed him as he headed to the waterfall. The air was cooler here, the scents that lingered in the forest cleared from his head in an instant. It took long minutes for his racing heart to calm and his agonizing hard on to go away.

The mist of water that always lingered in the air here was enough to clear the scent of Mar-see’s cunt from his nose. It would only take lifting his hand for it to fill his head again so he bent near the water's edge and washed his hands.

He stared at the ripples in the water, his mind’s eye filling with visions of Mar-see’s face twisted in tortured bliss. She’d been so close to coming. He wasn’t sure what made him step away and deny her but the shocked look on her face and the desperate need he saw in her eyes had made him rock hard. She’d wanted him. Needed him so badly in that moment—

He should have just fucked her. Taken what he wanted instead of playing this game but she needed to learn who was in charge.

This isn’t why you took her.

The same voice that had been whispering to him every time he thought of keeping Mar-see followed him out of the cave. He was beyond pretending now. He would have to get his revenge on Allok another way. The little human was his and by the time he was through with her, she would know it intimately.

And she’d beg him for more.

He’d told her on several occasions that any punishment he doled out on her would be severe and now, she believed him. Marcy had always assumed the warlord’s punishment would be some sort of torture but sexual torture? The thought had never entered her mind.

Her body had cooled, the tingles racing through her veins nonexistent by the time he returned. He said nothing when he entered the hut. Just stood there staring at her until the leather door hanging stopped swinging behind him, then he removed the leather bandolier he always wore and dropped it by his feet.

He approached her slowly, his gaze roaming her body from head to toe. When he stopped in front of her, her pulse was racing, her nipples tightening in anticipation of his touch. He was staring at her breasts when he raised his hand and ran the back of one finger over one tight tip, then the other.

“Where I came from, there were two types of females.” He brought his other hand up, sliding it between her thighs, his fingertips tickling a path up her leg. “Warriors—those who fought alongside the men in combat.” He slipped a finger between her folds, then slid it inside of her. “And nurturers.” Then added another. “Those who cared for the home, raised our young and—” He brushed her clit with his thumb, his fingers moving slowly in and out of her as he leaned so close she could feel his breath against her lips. “Obeyed every command given to them.”

Marcy’s eyes rolled in her head, those tingles from before coming back with a vengeance now. She spread her legs wider, her toes barely touching the ground as he fingered her and she silently begged him to never stop.

“Do you know which I preferred?”

She gasped, stars shooting sparks behind her closed eyelids as he increased the pressure on her clit. He pinched her nipple, and every bone felt weak as her stomach clenched tight.

“Look at me.”

Forcing her eyes open took work. She met his gaze, saw a glint of amusement shining in those amber eyes of his and knew, the orgasm she was on the brink of having was once again going to be denied. When he pulled away from her, a frustrated scream crawled up her throat.

“You will obey me,e’mahn neok.In all things.”