Page 51 of Warlord's Mate
He growled—honest to God growled—and lunged for her so quickly, she let out a shocked squeal when he grabbed her by the hair, turned her head, and bit into the side of her neck again. The shock lasted only seconds. With him so close, she repaid him in kind, opening her mouth and biting him back with blunt teeth.
The sound he made was a mix between pain and pleasure, the sucking pull on her neck growing more intense before his grip on her hair loosened and he lifted his head to look at her. His eyes had darkened until they were nearly black in the low light, his lips stained red with her blood and every cell in her body was on fire. That pulsing thump was back between her legs and before he had time to do more than look at her, she leaned forward and kissed him. The moment their lips met, he growled again and the hold he had on her hair tightened to this side of painful as he forced his tongue inside her mouth.
Before their encounter in the waterfall cave, she hadn’t been able to recall the last time she’d been kissed. She’d been without a steady boyfriend for fourteen months or so before she’d been captured and put on that spaceship and who knew how long she’d been here. She’d lost count of the weeks but if she had to guess, she’d say it was going on close to two years since she’d been anywhere near a man. Maybe that was why the warlords kiss—even the bloody-mouthed kiss he was giving her now—made her womb clench so tight because had it been any other time, tasting her own blood would have been revolting. Today, she couldn’t get enough. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, rolled her own against it and felt ready to come from nothing more than feeling those fangs of his nip her lip.
The warlord was the first to break the kiss. He was panting for breath and that bulge in his pants had grown, his hips angled toward her enough she could feel it against her flesh. Before he had time to leave again, she lifted one leg and wrapped it around him, planting her heel into his ass and hunched her hips, rubbing herself on his erection. She leaned in enough to grab his bottom lip with her teeth, nipped it hard enough to bleed before letting go. “Are you ever going to fuck me or do you just intend to play with me all day?”
Every muscle in his body clenched tight at her words. His balls were probably five shades of blue by now. He’d never denied himself so long and wasn’t sure why he hadn’t taken himself in hand before now. Maybe because he knew it would be that much more pleasing when he took her if he refused himself the pleasure.
She was panting with need, her breasts heaving with every breath. The musky scent of her cunt filled the air and just breathing it in made him want to bury his face between her legs again.
Commotion outside the door drew his attention, the leather flap moving before he turned his head to look at it. “Whoever is there, go away.”
Vikram cleared his throat and said, “Apologies, warlord, but there is trouble on our border.”
He bit back a curse, took a few deep breaths to will his erection away and hurried to the door. Vikram was flanked by three others when he stepped outside. He pushed the leather door flap closed so they couldn’t see inside. “What is it?”
Vikram’s eyes darted across his face before falling to the side of his neck. His hand rose, his fingers sliding across his still bleeding flesh. The pain from the bite Mar-see gave him barely registered now and it took every ounce of control he had to listen to his second in command when all his mind wanted to focus on was the fact his little human had marked him. Had claimed him whether she knew it or not and every nerve in his body was firing at once, adrenaline coursing through his veins as that gnawing need to make her his in every way screamed at him to take her. To cover her with his scent so there would be no doubt to anyone that she belonged to him.
“Warlord, did you hear me?”
Jorrick blinked and focused his gave on Vikram. “Sorry. No, repeat that again.”
“A number of men were seen entering our territory.”
“How many?”
“We’re not sure. It could have been ten. It could have been forty. The scouts did not stay long enough to see.”
“Then tell them to go back and find out!”
Jorrick watched them walk away, then turned and headed back inside. The next person to interrupt him would join Darqu in the trees.
Jorrick said nothing when he stepped back into the hut and secured the door flap but the expression on his face screamed his intent. She was about to get fucked silly.
Goosebumps pimpled Marcy’s skin the moment he locked eyes with her. He grabbed the stool beside the table and sat down, taking his time removing each of his boots. When he stood, he pushed his long hair away from his face and reached for the fastening on his pants. Marcy’s gaze shot there and held.
He was still hard, the evidence of it straining against his leathers. He popped the fastenings open. As if he was moving in slow motion, he pushed the pants down over his hips. That beautiful cock of his sprang up and those goosebumps cause a shiver to race up her spine.
The warlord slid the pants off and kicked them away. The orange glow from those strange rocks shined against his golden skin and created interesting shadows. Marcy watched the play of light against his flesh as he started toward her and every step he took made her pulse leap.
He said nothing when he stopped in front of her, just reached down and lifted her leg to his hip. The heat from his body chased away the chills. He grabbed his cock and slid it against her wet folds. She was still wet and sucked in a breath when the head of his cock bumped her clit.
The leg she was standing on quivered as he stepped closer, lining himself up to enter her but he didn’t do anything other than that. “Stop playing with me.” She used the leg on his hip to pull him forward and he slid in so slowly, it was excruciatingly blissful.
She bit her lip when the full length of him was inside of her. He grabbed her other leg, pulling it up and around his hip before pulling from her and sliding back in. Her eyelids closed, her breath catching as he set a slow, leisurely pace.
“Open your eyes,e’mahn neok.”
Marcy did as told. This close up she could see brown and copper flecks in his golden eyes. His thrusts grew harder as he pushed inside. Their gazes were locked and with each intrusion into her body, Marcy forgot all about going home.
She’d had more than one lover in her adult life but not one of them had looked at her the way the warlord was now. It felt as if he was seeing into her very soul and as his thrusts grew harder, her heart pounded faster. The noise in camp faded away, nothing registered but the sound of their panted breaths. Marcy hadn’t minded being bound to the pole but now she wanted her hands free. She wanted to touch him, to slide her hands into all that slick hair, to pull him close and hold on tight.
Both her legs were around his waist now and she pulled him closer, holding him to her as she rounded her hips, moving with him, faster and faster until he stopped moving and she was fucking him. She was so close to coming she’d kill him if he stopped now.
One of those rumbling growls rattled his chest. He lifted his hands, one claiming her breast, the other sliding into her hair before he thrust his hips forward. The force of it was near bruising but it sent tingles shooting down her spine.
“Harder,” she panted. “And don’t you dare fucking stop or I’ll kill you in your sleep.”