in a sharp breath, her body tensing around me, which only made my pleasure that much more intense.
“Lysi,” I groaned, seated deep inside her hot, tight cunt.
My instinct was to fuck.
I craved that rough, claiming, animalistic mating, bordering on violence, but I knew I needed to be gentle with her. My life had always been filled with violence, with bloodshed. Was it any wonder that I craved it in the furs as well? Especially after what Mala had crafted me to be? Especially after what Mala had taught me in her bed?
Nik, do not think of her, I hissed silently, shaking my head to try to dislodge the thoughts.
When Vienne’s hands came to my trembling arms, when her fingers traced up the length of them, over my shoulders, and down my chest, her touch was light, exploring, even though I had hurt her.
She possessed a delicate soul whereas mine had been hammered mercilessly and crafted in a forge of heat and rage and hatred. How could I ever be right for her?
But right then, with her gentle touch, I found I wanted to be.
With ragged breaths, I forced myself to still, though I was seated as deep as I could possibly be within her.
Her face was drawn, her lips pressed together. In pain, I knew. I’d felt her flesh give around me. I knew that despite what she believed, the vekkiri boy she’d snuck into the forest with had not gone far enough within her to claim her as his.
I did, I thought, which filled me with primal satisfaction. It made me feel like a callous bastard, especially when she was in pain.
She was still petting my chest though, stroking her hands down the muscles that had been honed and built over my lifetime. Her touch…calmed me. My mind didn’t feel like fragmenting. I was focused.
And I knew that she liked it when I talked to her. When I whispered wicked things into her ear.
“Your cunt feels so good, leikavi,” I purred. Her breath hitched when I nibbled at her bottom lip. I remembered the taste of her blood when I’d accidentally cut her flesh last night with my teeth. The taste of it had made me crazed. “I know you ache, kalles, but it will pass. Then I will show you everything.”
Her lips parted. “Like what?” she challenged.
A rumbling sound climbed up my throat. I bit at her lip harder, feeling her peaked nipples brush my chest.
“You feel how hard you make me?” I growled, giving her a small thrust that made her muscles tighten around me. Just a taste of what was to come. “You feel me throbbing inside you?”
“Y-yes.”
Excitement made her light eyes gleam in the soft golden light.
“I will show you how many times you can come on this cock,” I promised. “I will teach you to need it. I will show you how to make me lose my vokking mind.”
When she moaned, when her hips jerked down, making me slide inside her, I bit out a sharp curse.
“Lysi,” I panted. “I think you may already know that last one, leikavi.”
“Show me,” she whispered.
With a rough growl, I pulled slowly from her body, shaking my head against the tight, sucking grip of her cunt. When the tip of my cock was poised at her entrance, I thrust forward again, this time more slowly, her shuddered gasp filling the air between us.
“Lysi?”
“Y-yes,” she replied, her eyes going half-lidded again, that flush beginning to spread up her throat and across her neck.
Goddess, she pleased me.
I shifted forward, plastering the front of our bodies together, though I was careful not to crush her with my bulk. When I thrust into her again, a surprised cry fell from her lips, her eyes going between us though she wouldn’t be able to see anything.
“You feel my dakke?” I purred into her ear.
“Ahh gods, yes! Wh-what…”
She trailed off, her eyes rolling back into her head when I thrust again.
That bump above my cock stimulated our females. It seemed to line up perfectly with vekkiri females’ pleasure centers too. When engorged, it pulsed with my heartbeat. It was hard and hot against her most sensitive place.
The pleasure was sublime. The feel of her cunt was dizzying, making it hard to think. I hissed when I thrust into her for the fourth time, the sound mingling with her desperate cry when my dakke thrummed.
My control was beginning to disintegrate.
“Spread wider,” I growled, hardly recognizing my own voice.
Helplessly, she shifted her thighs around me, allowing