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CHAPTER 15

E irik

Soft morning light filters into the confines of the tiny house, revealing more of the sparse, intimate space.

Sasha’s space. I reach out, touching a soft strand of her hair, marveling at its silkiness between my fingers. Alien emotions swell within me as I watch her sleep. I should feel guilty for claiming Sasha last night, but I don’t.

For once in my long, lonely life, I did something for myself. Not for honor, not for my tribe, or for the good of the Huugwor nation. For me.

I took Sasha for myself because that small, fiery woman awakened a sleeping beast inside my skin. A beast that would have been better left asleep.

But what was done, was done. The beast was sleeping no more and I couldn’t look away.

Instead, a surge of possessiveness washes over me as Sasha nestles closer to my warmth. I wrap my arms around her, breathing in her scent, and realize in this moment that there is no turning back for me.

You’re mine. Gods forgive me, I can never let you go, not even if I tried.

Gently, I stroke her hair as the enormity of what I did materializes in my brain. Huugwors mate for life. We don’t have space in our minds for doubt, for half-measures or the fickleness of momentary passions.

Sure, I fucked a number of females before, both Huugwors and others, but it was always just that. Sex.

There is no world in which I can tell myself that what I did with Sasha was just sex. This was a mating, pure and simple.

And now, I have to tell her. I have to tell her that her life, that new life she envisioned for herself, far away from Valcan, is gone. Because even if I tried, even if I tied myself to the rocks with chains, I would find a way to hunt her down. My heart wouldn’t survive any other way.

I know I should tell her the truth, but I hesitate. She never consented to this, never understood what would happen if I lost control.

This is on me and as much as I want to regret it, I don’t.

Sasha stirs in my embrace once more and her eyes flutter open. For a moment, she looks confused, and then her gaze softens as she sees me.

“What time is it?” Her voice is still laden with sleep, but her gaze is becoming more lucid by the second. Her eyes stray to the tiny window and she takes in the faint tinge of the early dawn. “I slept too long. You should have woken me.”

She stirs, but my arms wrap tighter around her, preventing her from leaving. She frowns at me, her lovely brows creasing, and I know she’s going to argue.

And maybe she’ll be right to do so, but I simply don’t care.

“You needed it,” I reply, my hand gliding on the soft curve of her back, down to her waist and closing on her round, firm bottom. Her breath hitches as I press her onto my already hard cock.

“We can’t stay here long.” Her voice is high pitched and her pupils are dilated, negating her words. “Sargul will have people looking for us. It’s only a matter of time before he finds us.”

She moves in my tight embrace, her firm thighs pressing against my aching balls. It takes all my restraint not to flip her on her back and rut her roughly.

“Let them find us, then.” There’s a wicked grin spreading on my lips and as Sasha’s eyes widen, I know I’m already past the no-return point. “They can watch me fuck you. They can watch as my cock stretches and fills you with my cum. Then I’ll slit their throats for daring to look at what’s mine.”

I reach down to Sasha’s bottom, then grab her hips and flip her over me. She straddles me, her thighs spread wide over my large body. She’s panting already, her gaze heavy, the smell of her female arousal rising in the air. My cock pulses with the need to be buried deep inside her, but I want to make her scream my name first.

“I’m going to feast on you,” I tell her as my fingers find her slick and ready for me. “I want to drink your cream as you come all over my face.”

Sasha gasps in shock at my words. Her chest flushes with a lovely pink as arousal makes her bold.

“Come here,” I command, leaning all the way back on the mattress. “Show me that pretty cunt of yours.”

Her gaze becomes feral as she crawls over my body, her tits moving from side to side, her rounded ass in the air. Her silky hair brushes my chest as she reaches my level.

For just a moment, we lock gazes. Then she straightens and places one knee on each side of my head. This close, her scent surrounds me, making me crazed.

“Spread yourself open for me,” I command again, my voice husky.

Her fingers are trembling when she obeys, parting her swollen pussy lips, glistening with her juices, exposing the delicate pink flesh inside.

I can’t wait. I’m ravenous.

I grab her thighs from behind, holding her firmly in my grip, my fingers wrapping around the firm flesh to anchor her in place. She’s my prisoner. She can’t escape me.

“Hold yourself spread open for me.” I growl my demand. “Don’t you dare move. I’ll punish you if you do.”

Then I fuck her with my tongue, burying my face in her pussy, lapping at her essence. I withdraw my tongue and slide it up her slit, then I latch onto the tiny bundle of nerves, brushing it with the pointy tip of my fangs. She squirms in my hold, but I growl and bare my teeth, applying just the right amount of pressure so my fangs dig into her soft flesh without breaking the skin.

“Eirik,” she cries out, the sound of her voice filled in equal measure with pleasure and fear. Just like I want her. Crazed and afraid, willing and terrified.

In all the savage ways of my kind, I want to make her mine.

“Now don’t move, little thief, or next time, I’ll bite down on your pretty little clit.”

She looks down at me, her face flushed and red, her eyes glazed. More wetness spills from her cunt, but she obeys, holding her swollen lips parted for me.

I hold her gaze as my tongue circles the tiny bud, all hard and swollen for my attention. I rub it gently, applying a direct pressure with the flat of my tongue, then retreat and circle it again. And again, until her juices spill, dripping down my chin.

I can see the fear in her face, warring with her arousal as her pleasure builds. Still, I keep my slow torture, knowing it will only increase her climax once I finally push her over the edge. When I feel her muscles tensing and I know she’s close, I close my lips around her clit and suck, hard.

She comes undone. Sasha tilts her head back and screams, her hips moving, pressing against my face as she forgets all about my commands.

I don’t hold it against her.

As she rides her pleasure, I push a digit inside her. Her greedy walls suck me in, clenching around my finger as her juices spill and her voice fills the space some more.

She rides her pleasure for a long time, and I drink from her like a worshipper at an altar.

When she finally collapses on the mattress at my side, her chest is flushed and her face is slack. She pants like she just ran for an hour under the twin suns of Valcan.

But as spent as she is, she will get no respite from me.

I don’t allow her time to recover. I feel no mercy inside me. It’s not in my nature.

“Turn,” I growl and my cock twitches as she sets those large eyes on me. “On your hands and knees.”

Sasha swallows, her eyes glazed with fear, but she obeys. Slowly, she turns, her perfect, round ass to me, then she gets onto her hands and knees. She turns her head to look at me and in that moment, I know she’s mine.

“Spread your knees.”

She may not know it yet, but I belong to her just as she belongs to me. My need for her is that great.

“Wider.”

There’s a glimmer of defiance in her expression, but she spreads her knees further apart, exposing her puckered little hole and her glistening pussy, still red and swollen.

A snarl rips from my throat at the sight of her, of my mate, defiant and obedient, all at once.

How I want to cover her, make her submit to me and fight me, make her come and bury my cock in all her lovely wet holes. My cock is so hard, so achingly ready to bury inside her. I sit between her legs, spreading her thighs with my knees even further apart.

My left hand travels up her spine and she leans into the touch until I fist the hair at the back of her head. My right hand moves to her hip, holding her in place just like I want her.

Vulnerable. At my mercy. Ready for the taking.

The tip of my cock slides through her slick folds, collecting her glistening juices as I tease her entrance. Sasha whimpers, her back arching as she pushes back against me, seeking more.

But I withdraw and with a deliberate, slow motion, I guide my cock head to her tight little puckered hole.

“No!” The sound of her voice is shrill, and she reaches with one hand to stop my incoming cock from breaching her body.

I sneer, fangs flashing and her eyes widen impossibly. I lean back and administer a series of sharp little spanks to her hypersensitive pussy. But even as I spank her cunt, more wetness spills onto my fingers.

Sasha cries out and wiggles, trying to get away from the punishing blows, but I hold her hair and she stays there, helpless.

“Your holes are mine, Sasha. Every one of your holes will be filled by my cock.”

I slide my fingers down her folds, gathering her slick juices. She stills, her back moving in rhythm with her fast breathing.

“Do you understand?” I ask her, keeping my voice low and soft. Dangerously so.

I pull on her hair slowly, forcing her to arch her back as I lean over her. Our gazes meet, her eyes wide and her neck stretched as she tilts her head back.

She’s so beautiful like this.

Angry. Turned on. Helpless.

I move my hips to press the large, blunt tip of my cock to her puckered hole again and her eyes widen.

“You’re going to take me in your tight little asshole, Sasha,” I whisper, then lean in to kiss her parted lips. I withdraw, smiling at her without mercy. “And then, you’re going to come again for me.”

Her beautiful dark eyes reduce to slits, but she doesn’t protest. I bend my knees lower, then tilt my hips.

I push forward, breaching her tight ring of muscles. Sasha’s breath catches and her body tenses, but I hold her firmly in place.

“Relax,” I command, my voice low and stern. “Breathe, Sasha.”

Her breath comes in short gasps as she obeys, her body trembling with the effort. I keep still, giving her time to adjust to my size, to the invasion of her body.

“That’s it, little thief,” I encourage, my voice a low rumble as I feel her muscles slowly yielding, her body accepting my cock. “I’m in now. All that’s left for you to do is take the rest of me.”

Sasha’s breath slows and evens out as her body relaxes, taking me in deeper. I hold her hips, my thumbs caressing the soft skin as I savor the sensation of being embedded inside her tight little hole.

But I want more. So much more. I’ll never have enough of her.

“You’re so hot and tight,” I groan as I pull halfway out, then push back. I’m rewarded by Sasha’s little whimper. It nearly pushes me over the edge, nearly turns me into the uncivilized beast I am, just inches deep under the veneer of the civilized man.

But I can’t. Not yet. I need to bring Sasha along with me, make her feel all the pleasure I know she can feel if only she surrenders herself to me.

My fist still clenched in her hair, I pull her up, helping her with my free arm. I wrap my arm around her slim body, holding her flat to my chest.

She’s completely at my mercy this way, her thighs resting on mine, her hair tangled in my fingers.

“Do you see how well my cock fills you up?” I croon into her neck. “Do you want some more?”

She whines and by the way her throat quivers, I know she can’t speak. But she nods, her dainty chin bobbing up and down slowly.

“Good girl.” I kiss the curve of her ear, then inhale the scent in that place that’s uniquely hers, just behind her ear. “I’ll make you come so good, you’ll forget anything that isn’t me.”

I begin to move, slowly at first, withdrawing almost entirely before pushing back into her. Her breath quickens with each thrust, her body tensing as she takes me deeper with each stroke.

“You like this, don’t you?” I growl, my voice filled with satisfaction as I feel her body yielding, her muscles relaxing to accommodate my size. “You like the way I stretch you, make you feel so full.”

Sasha whimpers, her head hanging low as I continue to thrust into her faster and faster. I’m losing myself in the feeling of her, in the way her body surrenders to me. I’m no longer aware of anything but Sasha, of the way her body welcomes me, of the way she’s mine.

Mine to take. Mine to pleasure. Mine to own.

My thrusts become more urgent, my grip on her hair tightening as I tug her head back, baring her throat to me. I lean down, my lips brushing her skin, my fangs grazing the delicate flesh.

The hand fisting her hair moves, travels to wrap around her throat. Her jugular beats a frenzied beat under my fingertips. It only spurs my hunger for her more. I pump into her tight little hole harder, becoming unhinged. She’s crying out now, slick dripping from her cunt all the way to my cock as I ram it into her ass.

But as much pleasure as she gives me, I want more. I want her to come as I take her, to bend the very fabric of her being with pleasure, pain, and submission.

Just like she owns my soul, I want to own hers.

My hand moves from her hip to her pussy. I find her swollen clit and rub it in harsh, demanding movements.

“Come for me,” I growl, my voice thick with my own need. “Come on my cock, Sasha.”

My thrusts are hard and deep now, my cock buried to the hilt in her tight puckered hole. I can feel her muscles clenching around me, milking me as she rides her pleasure. And then she comes apart in my arms once more, her body convulsing, her walls clenching around me as she cries out my name.

The sound of her voice, the feel of her body tightening around me, pushes me over the edge.

I roar as I come, my seed spilling into her, Sasha still crying out my name. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent as the pleasure finally recedes.

Mine.

Slowly, I come back to myself, my mind clearing. I’m still buried deep inside her, my arms wrapped around her body, holding her close.

“Let me go.” Sasha’s voice comes, and it’s broken and raw. “Please.”

I don’t want to. I don’t ever want to let her go, but I do it anyway.

A growl rumbles in my chest as I pull out of her. Gently, I lower her onto the mattress. She’s breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she stares up at me.

There’s a haze of pleasure in her eyes, but there’s something else, too. Something that looks like… acceptance?

She gets up, her breasts flushed with red arousal and her eyes averted from mine. She walks to the bathroom on unsteady legs and closes the door behind her.

As I’m left alone, I realize I sealed both our fates.