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CHAPTER 14

S asha

His lips land on mine like a brand, burning hot and domineering. Some part of me warns me that I should resist the claim, but I ignore it. There’s no more fight left in me, no more resistance, not after everything that has happened.

I give in to the pleasure, just like I give in to the claim.

His mouth possesses mine in a way that leaves no doubt, no half measure. I part my lips and he invades my mouth with his tongue. His taste spills inside, intoxicating as his tongue meets mine in an aggressive battle of wills.

He wins easily. I surrender just like he knew I would. With barely a fight.

We meet, tongues sliding, lips pressing against each other as the kiss deepens. His hands move from the side of my face to my nape and he grips me in a sudden, painful hold as his fist clenches in my hair. He holds me still without mercy, my head in his fist, his mouth mastering mine as my lungs burn.

Still, he doesn’t free me.

He only takes pity on me when I gasp for air, opening my mouth like a fish out of water, my mind in a blank state, clear of thoughts.

There’s no reprieve, though, no relief from his claim. His lips close at my throat, his fangs brushing against my jugular. It only makes more wetness spill between my legs, and the fragrance of my arousal fills the air. I’m more wet, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. It spills and runs between my ass cheeks, saturating the fabric of my panties.

Then he growls, right there against my throat. The sound sends ripples across the fabric of my being, all the way to my cunt. My clit sings as my sanity clears the stage, making way for a beast made of pure lust.

I care for nothing in that moment but the ache between my legs and the pulsing, desperate hunger in the tiny bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs.

There’s no reason left, no part of the independent woman I know I am. In that moment, I’m nothing but a lump of flesh, yearning for possession and pleasure.

I want him to push me down, to take me, to possess me. To use me. To make me forget who I am.

Eirik pulls away from me, his strong arms leaving me no choice as he puts me down and holds me away from his body. His face is a mask of cruel lust, the face of a hungry predator about to enjoy his prey.

His willing prey, her essence dripping between her legs.

“Undress.”

I shiver at the word, at the stern tone of his voice. At the threat layered underneath it. A thrill runs through me as my hands move to the buttons of my pants. They’re clumsy and slow as I unbutton the too-large waist and they fall to the floor along with my panties. With hands trembling so hard I can barely close my fingers, I reach for the bottom hem of the too-large shirt, lift it above my head and toss it to the side.

Then I’m bare and panting, so vulnerable in front of him. His eyes are on me, raking over my body with a slow, possessive assessment. His gaze rests on my hardened nipples, then down my stomach and to the cover of dark curls hiding my sex. Then lower, as another trickle of arousal drips down the inside of my thigh.

“On your knees,” he commands, his voice tight, husky. Barely the voice of a man at all.

I swallow through a painfully closed throat. If I ever could escape him, that moment was long gone. I go down to my knees as his surreal blue on blue gaze stays on me. I don’t even see him blink.

He sucks on his teeth, the sound dry and shocking. Then he motions to the small, low bed in the opposite corner of the room.

“Crawl to the bed, little thief. Slowly.”

I pant heavily, fighting against the instinct to run away from the beast. Then I obey without thinking, getting down on my hands and knees. I crawl across the floor, my movements slow, my hips swinging from side to side. My cheeks burn with the knowledge that I’m exposed completely, my backside high in the air.

I try to care. Try to rebel, but I’m driven by the need burning inside me.

I reach the bed, crawling up onto the mattress. I stay like that, frozen, as his heavy footsteps come closer behind me. I can almost feel his gaze on my exposed back.

“Turn to me.”

I turn to face him, my heart pounding in my chest. Eirik’s eyes are on me, his gaze intense and hungry. I can feel his power like a tangible thing filling the small space. My mouth goes dry as I take in the size of him, his massive thighs and the size of his cock straining against the fabric of his pants.

“Take out my cock.” His voice is a low growl, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

A thrill of fear mixes with the desire coursing through me. I know I shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t want him, but I can’t deny the hunger that burns inside me.

My hands move, trembling as I reach for the button of his pants. My fingers are clumsy as I work to undo the fastenings, my breath coming in quick gasps.

Finally, I tug the zipper down, and his cock springs free. It’s massive, thick and long, bigger than any I’ve ever had. The tip is bulbous, the head a darker gray than his skin, veined and glistening with pre-cum.

I lick my lips, unable to tear my gaze away. His balls are heavy and full, hanging low between his legs. I can’t help but imagine them slapping against my backside as he takes me, as he claims me with that enormous cock.

The thought sends a fresh wave of wetness pooling between my legs.

Eirik’s hand comes to my chin and his fingers run gently along the side of my jaw. Almost tenderly. Only there’s nothing tender in the way he looks at me.

“Open.” He whispers the command, his voice like a velvet-covered blade.

I hesitate for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. Eirik’s fingers glide, so gently, until he grips the hair at the back of my head again.

Arousal fogs my mind as I understand what he wants to do to me. What he wants to use me for. My core clenches and need sings between my legs as I part my lips open.

“Now take what I give you,” he whispers, the sound of his voice both a threat and a promise. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll reward you by fucking your pussy, until you come so hard, you won’t even remember your own name.”

There’s no rational thought inside my head as Eirik’s cock breaches my mouth and slides on my tongue. I gag as his cock glides into my mouth, filling it completely. It’s bigger than any cock I’ve ever taken before, and it fills me with a strange mixture of fear and arousal.

“That’s it, little thief,” he croons above me as I look up. “Breathe through your nose. You can take me.”

Eirik looks like a vengeful god as he bends his knees on either side of me, giving him a better angle to fuck my mouth. He pulls back as I lick the underside of his long, hard cock, then slides back in, stopping only as he hits the back of my throat.

Then again, and again. Pre-cum drips from him and his taste fills my mouth—spicy, male, and slightly salty.

He snarls as his cock becomes even harder as he thrusts into my mouth, holding me in place by the back of my head. I can feel the control slipping from him as he becomes more animal than man. Despite the discomfort, something about the rough handling turns me on, the feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out of my mouth as he becomes unhinged.

“Look at me.” This time, there’s no whisper. His voice is husky, and the command leaves me no choice.

I look up at him as he thrusts his hips, his grip on my hair sending jolts of pure pain and pleasure all the way down to my clit.

I brace my hands on his thighs as he fucks my mouth hard, his eyes so wide and so blue, I’m left mesmerized. I feel his muscles spasming just before he comes.

Eirik growls as he pulls me off his cock suddenly, holding me by a fistful of hair as he comes all over my face and chest. The warm liquid splatters against my skin, coating me with sticky cum as I gasp for air.

As Eirik releases me, I can feel the satisfaction radiating from him like a physical force. He looks down at me with a mixture of triumph and something else. Something that makes my throat dry and my skin prickly with fear.

He reaches for the cum on my face, collecting each thick dripping.

“Open up,” he commands again and I obey. He inserts his finger, covered in his cum, into my mouth. “Lick it clean. I don’t want you to waste a drop of it.”

I suck his finger clean, the strong taste of his cum all over my taste buds. He repeats this until my face and tits are clean of his cum and I’ve swallowed every drop of it.

“Now lie on the bed. On your back.”

I do as he says, resting my ass in the middle of the tiny mattress.

“Open your legs wide for me.”

I do as he says again, like a crazed sex robot. There’s not even a hint of rebellion in my mind as my core clenches when his gaze latches onto my splayed pussy. In a few motions, Eirik tosses his clothes to the floor, joining mine. He prowls on the bed on his hands and knees and I never felt more like prey before.

He towers over me, bracing his body on his hands between my legs, his face so close to my vulnerable flesh, I can feel his breath on my swollen, aching clit.

“Keep your legs wide open for me, little thief.” His voice is a low rumble, sending vibrations through my core. “I want to see that pretty pussy as I make you come.”

I swallow, my mouth dry as my heart pounds in my chest. I nod, my hands moving to grip the thin mattress as he lowers his head.

His tongue slides through my folds, lapping at my juices as his thumbs spread me open wider. I cry out, my hips bucking as his tongue flicks my clit. He sucks the bundle of nerves into his mouth, his tongue swirling as he teases me with just the right amount of pressure.

I cry out again, my back arching as pleasure shoots through me. He inserts a finger inside me, then another, stretching me as he curls them to find that spot inside. The one that makes my vision spark with stars.

He keeps lapping at my clit, his tongue working me relentlessly, but never long enough. It’s not long before the pleasure turns to torture and I’m so desperate for a release, I could cry.

“Please,” I beg and I don’t care that I sound like prey, like a little fucking mouse. “I need to come. Please let me come.”

He growls, right there against my clit, his fingers still pushing against that spot inside my pussy.

“You’re mine.” He says this with his eyes closed, his lips just brushing my clit as he speaks. “You’re mine, Sasha. I forbid you to ever forget this.”

Then he sucks on my tiny bundle of nerves, hard, his tongue swirling as his fingers thrust inside me.

I scream as the brutal climax takes me in waves. My head presses against the mattress and my hips buck against his mouth. I forget the order to keep my legs wide, my thighs closing around his face as I keep coming. Keep screaming.

When I finally stop, I blink, looking at the peeling paint on the ceiling of my pathetic little safehouse.

Eirik looms over me, his eyes blazing with such feral hunger that it sends a thrill of fear through me. My body is still shaking from my climax, as I look down to see his cock, hard and thick again, straining straight toward me.

I’m so spent, I couldn’t resist even if I wanted to. And I definitively don’t want to.

“You’re so wet, little thief.” His voice is a low purr as he hooks my knees behind his arms, pinning me open and vulnerable. “Are you ready for me?”

I swallow, my mouth dry as I nod, unable to find my voice. The fear is there, but it’s mixed with a burning arousal that has my core clenching in anticipation.

“I’m a Huugwor, Sasha.” He leans down, his breath hot against my ear as he speaks. “I am a predator. It’s in my nature to hunt down prey. And you, little thief, are my prey now. There’s no running from me.”

His words send a shiver down my spine, but I can’t deny the truth in them. I’m his. There’s no turning back.

“I will never fuck you gently. I will always fuck you hard and use you. But I will always make sure you feel so much pleasure, you come back for more.”

He doesn’t wait for me to answer. There’s nothing to say, not a word as my entire body fills with anticipation. He positions himself at my entrance, the large, bulbous tip of his cock teasing me as he rubs it up and down my slit. I’m slick from my previous climax, more than ready for him.

Then he fulfills his promise.

With a rough thrust, he pushes inside me, filling me completely in one long movement. I cry out, my back arching as I feel the stretch, the pleasure, and the sharpness of the stinging burn as my body struggles to adapt to his size.

He doesn’t allow me time to adjust or recover. He is every bit the predator he says he is.

He begins to move, his powerful body tense as he thrusts into me with a controlled, relentless rhythm. His gaze never wavers from me as he fucks me, his cock almost sliding out of me, then all the way to his balls with each thrust.

The stretch becomes pleasure, the burn fading as my body accepts him, my wetness accommodating his size. I begin to move, my hips bucking to meet each thrust.

Then I press my head to the mattress and close my eyes, but he doesn’t allow me the reprieve.

His hands go to my face, his fingers closing around my chin with an almost bruising force as he forces me to look at him. His eyes are bright, his pupils dilated with lust and something more. Something that makes my breath catch in my throat.

“You’re mine, Sasha.” He’s panting too, now, his eyes burning into mine. “You belong to me now and to the endless lands without water.”

I can’t speak, can’t do anything but nod as he claims me with his body. His thrusts are hard and deep, his cock hitting that spot inside me over and over again.

The pleasure builds with each thrust, my body moving to meet his, my hips lifting to take him even deeper. I’m aware of nothing but the feeling of him inside me, the way he fills me completely.

His eyes never leave mine, holding me captive as he fucks me with a purpose. I can feel the tension in his body, the way he holds himself back, using me but not letting himself find release.

Eirik’s thumb moves between our bodies, finding my clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in a way that has me crying out. I’m so close, so ready to fall over the edge.

“Come for me, Sasha.” His voice is a low command, his eyes burning into mine. “Come around my cock, little thief. I want to feel you milk me.”

His words are all it takes to send me spiraling into oblivion. I cry out, my body shaking as the climax takes me. I feel Eirik’s cock twitch inside me as the pleasure builds and builds to higher heights.

His fingers never stop moving, his thumb rubbing my clit as his cock pulses inside me, growing impossibly hard and large. My body shakes with the force of my climax, my vision turning to black as I cry out his name.

Finally, he roars my name like a battle cry as he rides out his own release, fucking me with abandon, his body tensing as he fills me. I can feel his cum deep inside me, the hot spurts of it in my tight pussy. For a long time, we ride our pleasure together, until our voices quiet down and he falls on top of me, holding his weight on his elbows. His warm body covers me, his cock still inside me as we pant together.

I’m aware of nothing but the feeling of him, the way he’s claimed me so completely.

Then, slowly, reality starts to creep back in.

Eirik lifts himself off me, his cock sliding out. I groan at the loss of him, but he cradles me against his warmth. Eirik gathers me against his body, his size enveloping me as he rests his head on my hair. He whispers something there, the words soft and soothing, even though I don’t understand them.

I feel so safe, so spent, my body sore and exhausted, but sated in a way I’ve never been before. I know I should be afraid. I know that what happened between us might put me in an even greater danger, but I can’t bring myself to care about any of that right now.

All I want is to stay here, in Eirik’s arms, feeling Eirik’s heartbeat against my back. I’m aware of the danger I’m in, the fact that I’m at the mercy of a powerful man who could do anything he wants with me.

But for now, I just want to pretend for a little while that I’m not a thief, that I’m not running for my life. That I’m not a little mouse, trapped in a predator’s den.

Exhaustion washes over me like a tidal wave, dark and inviting. Even if I had the strength to resist, I wouldn’t. The last thing I feel before I fall asleep is his hand stroking my hair.

And his Huugwor words, filling my ears.