“I cannot even believe we're having an argument this fucking stupid when my cock is this fucking hard!” I waved a hand at my crotch. “I accept your terms. You own me, blah, blah, blah. Now, fuck me already!”
“You accept all of my conditions?” Dalsharan asked with an intense look.
“Yes, I accept.”
“No one but me?”
“Yes,” I said with matching intensity. “No one but you.”
“Then take your clothes off.”
The breath left me in a rush, and I yanked off my clothes as fast as I possibly could, laying back on the pallet to shove my pants down before sitting up to pull them off and toss them away as if they were on fire. I briefly noticed my perfect skin, but then Dal got to his feet and started stripping. My whole body constricted as his was revealed. I went to my knees and as he stepped closer, I slid my hands up his thighs and sighed as I nestled my face against that beautiful cock. Oh, fuck, that's where heaven is—right between the Hawk Lord's legs.
Dalsharan laid his hand on my head and stroked my hair back as he gazed down at me tenderly. I locked stares with him and turned my face, drawing the long, velvet length of him against my cheek until I reached its tip. Still holding his gaze, I slipped my lips over that plum head and sucked at the liquid already beading it. Dal groaned and tangled his fingers into my hair. He nudged forward, just a little to test me, and I slid him into my mouth with a rumbling sound of pleasure—a wordless cry of at last.
Dalsharan Arandel tasted of sunlight and salt. He smelled of feathers and clean man. I moved over him, unable to stop sucking down his flavor, and wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft to help me work him.
But Dalsharan grabbed my wrist and moved my hand away. “Use only your mouth.”
His command made something shiver in my chest. I laid my hand on the indent of his hip, tightened my lips, and moved over him. Dal made an approving sound, stroked my hair again—like you might pet a dog, and then moved his hand to the back of my head. He grabbed me there with that large palm and yanked me onto his dick as he shoved himself deeper. I gagged and he growled, taking my head in both his hands. The Hawk Lord started slamming into my mouth, his hot stare holding mine prisoner as I whimpered and choked, spit running down my chin. The white curls around his cock tickled my nose and his heavy sacs hit my chin. Then, when I thought I'd suffocate, he pulled out and rubbed a thumb over my wet lips.
“Lay down and lift your legs for me,” the Hawk Lord growled. “I want to see all that's mine.”
I couldn't speak; his words had stolen mine, making me shiver again and again. I laid back on the pallet and grabbed the back of my knees, lifting my legs up and out to the sides, exposing myself to him completely. Dalsharan moved between my thighs and stared down at my throbbing cock as if inspecting it. He gave it a long stroke, then squeezed it, almost to the point of pain. I cried out and he slapped my dick before moving down to my balls. Carelessly, he played with them as I panted and clutched my legs, heat rising to my cheeks.
“Higher!” Dal shoved at my thigh. “I want to see your asshole opening for me.”
I groaned and lifted my legs higher.
“Say, 'yes, Dalsharan,' when you obey me.” He stroked the head of my dick with a fingertip.
“Yes, Dalsharan,” I panted.
He cocked his head at me in consideration. “No, I've changed my mind.”
“What?” I whimpered.
“You'll say, 'yes, Hawk Lord.'”
The panic in me eased. I grinned and said, “Yes, Hawk Lord.”
“Good bird,” the Hawk Lord purred and rubbed a hand over himself. His cock glistened with that magical oil, drawn from the very air, then he angled the tip down and pressed it gently against my clenching hole. “Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please, fuck me, Hawk Lord,” I cried, nearly trembling in need. “Oh, sweet Gods, please stick that glorious cock in my ass and fuck me!”
Dal slid the tip in, just far enough that my eager hole clenched around him and wouldn't let go. I undulated encouragingly, but he wouldn't move.
“Please,” I panted, stretching my legs even wider. “Please slam it into my ass. I want it so bad. I've never wanted anything more than your big dick inside me.”
The Hawk Lord growled in approval and slid an inch deeper. I moaned. Tears gathered in my eyes—fucking tears. One spilled down my cheek and he leaned down, his cock going deeper, and licked my tear away.
“Who do you belong to?” Dalsharan demanded.
“You. I belong to the Hawk Lord!” I shouted. “At least I would if he would just fuck me!”
He drew out of me completely and glared at me in disappointment.
“No!” I shrieked. “What did I do?”
“Did I not make myself clear about rebelliousness?” The Hawk Lord demanded. “When I fuck you, you will not talk back to me!”
My legs started to fall.
“Do not lower those legs!” He smacked the back of my thighs, one after the other.
I moaned and lifted them higher, air cooling my oiled hole. “I'm sorry. Please, fuck me. I won't talk back.”
The Hawk Lord looked mollified by this and repositioned himself at my entrance. He slid the tip in, and I bit my lip to keep from making a sound. Once he was firmly encased, he bent over me and slashed his lips across mine. I opened to him and his tongue shoved inside my mouth while his cock simultaneously surged forth, slamming all the way to the base. I cried out raggedly into our kiss. My spread legs allowed him to pump every millimeter of that thick rod inside me, stretching me and filling me as I'd never been filled before. I tried to show him with my tongue that I loved it, that I wanted more.
Dal drew back with a possessive chuckle, grabbed my thighs, and started slamming into me. I buckled under the ferocity of his fucking, his pelvis slapping my stretched cheeks with every thrust. My calves bobbed with his rapid movements and my cock wept.
“Hold your legs tighter,” Dal ordered but he did so gently. “I need leverage to fuck my naughty Ravyn.”
I wrapped my forearms around my knees, stretching myself further than I thought possible, and braced my legs.
“That's a good bird,” he growled as he reached down and gave my cock a single stroke.
I cried out, my whole body bucking. He had left a film of oil on me.
“You may stroke your cock now,” he said generously.
“Thank you, Hawk Lord.” I let go of one leg and started rubbing frantically.
“Do not come on me, Ravyn,” he warned me.