She blinked up at me, as if searching my face to see if I was just trying to make her feel better.
“Honest,” I reassured her. “The sheriff won’t harm her. She’ll be okay for tonight. So, now tell me what the fuck happened to you.”
“Tell me what happened with the clan first, please,” she said. Still she evaded me. The more she dodged my questions, the more worried I got. “Are we getting married?”
I realized I hadn’t even told her the news. There was much she needed to know, much I had thought about while I was away from her. But for now, I kept it simple. “We are. I have the decree.”
She wrapped her arms around me and nestled her cheek against my chest. “Thank the good Lord,” she gasped. “Something good at least.”
I carried her across the kitchen and laid her down on the daybed, kneeling beside her, with my arms still wrapped around her waist. The oil lamp illuminated her, so I could see her better; I saw no sign of injury, but she was clearly upset and her clothes were a mess. “I’m going to ask you one more time,” I said, barely containing my anger. “If you don’t tell me what happened, I’m going to take it into my own hands. And I’m not responsible for who gets hurt if I do.” I traced the cupid’s bow of her lip, forcing myself to be calm for just a few moments longer. “So tell me what the fuck happened.”
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and nodded. And finally did as she was told.
My rage wasn’t red any longer. It was black. They’d put their fucking hands on my woman, my possession, my future wife. The thought of men anywhere near her made my blood fucking boil.
I’d already sworn to myself that I would kill them—and I would fucking kill them. I’d tear them limb from limb and feed them to the wolves for what they’d done. But first, I had an even more pressing need: to claim her as mine, once and for all. What I was feeling was the most primal of all human impulses. It was only thing that mattered:
Breeding her to make her mine forever.
When I’d settled her, her arms looped around my neck. Her sweet, warm breath at my ear.
“I want you inside me, my King. I need to feel all of you.” Her words echoed my own thoughts, her eyes flickering like green flames. “I want you, Bors. Feeling you filling me with your iron cock will make me feel better. It will make me feel safe.” Her words were hard, sure and they ignited a flash of the animal inside me, and there was no more holding back.
I grabbed her roughly, flipping her over on the bed and pulling her up onto her knees in front of me. No other woman had ever or would ever exist; it was as if my past fell away entirely. In her, I had discovered both my purpose and my pleasure.
Kneeling behind her, I parted her ass cheeks and licked the opening of her pussy. At the same time, I lightly rimmed her anus with my thumb, until it opened up enough for me to slide my thumb inside. I needed her to fucking know, to fucking feel, that any other man risked his goddamned life by even looking at her. The entirety of her belonged to me.
“You are my possession, Sara,” I said between gritted teeth. “You exist to fucking worship me. My cock. You called me your King and that is what I will be.” I let her dark back entrance close and then parted her pussy with my thumbs, opening her up so I could tongue-fuck her properly.
Between moans and whines, she said it over and over again, like the good little girl that she was: “I exist to worship your cock, Bors. I exist to fucking worship all of you…my King.”
Her juices were all over my face and hearing her call me that had my cock tearing at the cloth that covered it to get to her. I ate her and her release covered me and I drank her down but the more I had of her, the thirstier I got. When she fell silent, panting, twisting and mewling in the lamplight begging for me to stop, I left her cunt just long enough to tell her again: “Fucking say it.”
She ground out a long snarl with her tongue to the roof of her mouth. “I exist to worship...your cock.”
I hiked up her skirt over her ass and yanked my pants down. I was so hard for her, and for the thought of breeding her, that my cock ached. Not even getting it out of my pants helped. The only salve for my throbbing cock would be the child I was going to fuck into her ripe womb. “Except it’s not mine, baby. It’s yours. This thick, pulsing, cum-filled cock,” I said, feeding it to her cunt, “This cock is yours as much as you are mine.”
Her toes curled behind her and I smacked her ass hard with the palm of my hand, making her buck against me. Fuck yes. “That’s for what happened earlier.”
She arched her head back, making her hips rise and letting me in even further. “I swear they didn’t touch me there,” she panted. “I promise.”
“I said I believed you. Don’t make me say it again.” I sounded angrier than I intended; she wasn’t the object of my rage.
Not directly.
But she was going to feel my wrath, my protection, my need, because of what had happened. And young though she may be, she was strong. I knew she was woman enough to take all of me. I ground my hips against hers, hitting her special place with the shaft. “They fucking thought about raping you and no man, ever, will think about you like that again. I will keep you pregnant until you can bear me no more children,” I said. “Every night and every day, I will claim you as mine.”
With one arm, I hooked her over her hips and pulled out slightly, making her think the roughest fucking was done. If only she knew. Without warning, I rammed her fully and deeply, listening to her grunt and seethe as the furthest wall of her pussy pushed back against my cock.
I wanted to ruin her, but ravaging her would have to suffice. She screamed into the cushions of the daybed in pleasure and surprise. She was soaking wet and ready for her mate. I took her nipples between my fingers as I drove into her from behind. My thigh muscles slapped hard against her ass with every drive. She made the naughtiest moans with every squelching pump. “From this moment,” I said as I pounded her, “no man has the right to think about you in that way. You’re mine. Is that understood?”
She moaned out an affirmative noise, but it wasn’t enough.
“Say it,” I roared, as I pummeled her with one hard drive after another.
“I understand,” she said into the pillow. “Please...”
She was young. She was going to require some teaching. “Say it,” I said again.
“I’m yours,” she snarled into the mattress.
“Fucking right, you are.”
I took her from every angle and in every direction. I fucked her on her knees, on her side, over the back of the chair. I used her body like the tool for my pleasure that it was.
My first orgasm was so intense that I nearly blacked the fuck out. All I could imagine was my baby in her womb, and sucking milk from her full, dripping breasts. Mine, fucking mine.
Over and over again I came into her, shooting so much seed into her pussy that my balls throbbed with each orgasm. But that didn’t stop me. I fucked her until she was exhausted and then I fucked her some more. I came so many times inside her that I lost count. The roughness and hardness of my life was no longer any barrier between us, because every battle had been fought in order to bring me to her and bring us to this moment. I fucked away all her pain and all of mine.