Shadow Cursed by May Sage Page 0,56

legs thrown across mine.

Goblins are thieves and kidnappers, if given the opportunity; they like to dig deep walls with the smallest entrances that make them hard to find. We could have missed it if it weren't for the smell. A smell humans can't detect.

We still have to remain awake and vigilant—and watch for dogs. That doesn't mean we can't afford distractions.

I remove Vlari's shoes and proceed to massage her sore feet, my thumbs pushing deep.

Then she moans.

I didn't intend to go there today, in the wild, with five companions mere feet away from us, but that moan? I can't resist it.

I drag her hips till she's sitting right on top of me, and proceed to open her green leather trousers. I slide them past her hips, along her thighs, leaving them on her knees. My fingers skim to her opening. She's dripping wet, ready for me.

"You're going to have to be quiet," I whisper, curving my fingers inside her.

She muffles another moan, making me laugh. "Your grandmother is right next to us. Do you want her to hear you fuck me?"

"You're a rake."

"What does that make you, princess?" I ask her, opening my crotch to free my length. I rub it against her wetness, pushing it against her sensitive spots, teasing her and denying us both.

She tries to take charge, lifting her hips to impale herself on me, but I keep her waist down.

"Drusk…" She breathes hard.

"You're going to have to ask nicely if you want more."

She groans, and bares her teeth.

"What was that?” I ask. “Please, Rystan, make me cum?"

"Throw yourself off a cliff," she counters, struggling against me to get my hands off her hips.

I keep her there, and my length parts her folds at each shallow thrust, but never enters her. Payback for the way she rode me yesterday.

"That wasn't very nice. One might think you don't like me. Perhaps I should stop."

"I will murder you," she swears, her eyes flashing.

My feisty little princess.

"All you have to do is say please again. I quite liked when you begged yesterday. Is that so very hard?"

In truth, I have to be inside her, and soon. I feel myself tighten, harden, already close to losing it. She does drive me insane.

"Say it. Just one word. Say it, and I'll give us both what we need."

I half expect her to slap me.

"Please, dammit!" she practically yells.

I growl in approval and angle myself, before lodging my length deep inside her in one hard thrust that has her whimper.

We're too loud. We could be heard—by humans, and most definitely by our companions. I cover her mouth with my hand, drawing my hips out and then back inside her, back home, muffling her moans. Each thrust is deep and faster and faster. I need to get both of us there, fast, before we endanger everyone. Right then, I can't say I care if my fucking Vlari kills us all. Being inside her is more important. She rises and falls on me, taking me deeper, harder. I feel it when I hit her sweetest spot: her walls clasp around me, and she's struggling not to scream—so much there are tears in her blue eyes. So I withdraw and thrust at the exact same angle, pounding in. Vlari moves her face away from my hand and shoves it on my neck, right above my shoulder. And she bites me. Hard, deep.

Hard enough to draw blood and leave a mark.

I lose control. I throw her on her back, pushing her feet to her shoulders. Her hips are in the air. I bend to them and screw her like an animal. She started it. She bit me. It'll scar.

She's claimed me, and I'm claiming her right back with every thrust.

I want to bite her back, and the only piece of flesh anywhere near me is her ass. I'll bite that. Or perhaps somewhere else, somewhere everyone can see.

She tightens around me again, and drenches me in hotness. I hesitate, half tempted to withdraw and empty myself all over her so she smells like me, but I thrust one last time inside her.

Then I remove myself, and wrap my teeth around her left butt cheek.

I bite back, and I lick her, then bite again. I'm hard before I know it, and I do the only logical thing. I thrust back home.

By midday, I'm more or less sated. Enough to pull her trousers back up and gather her against my chest. She falls asleep in no time.

Twenty minutes later, Lucan