Warlord's Mercy - Cynthia Sax Page 0,27
the cries her Warlord had pulled from her throat when he was last inside her.
“You push me too far, little human.” He slid her forward until she was flat against his chest. The ridge in his ass coverings relayed how badly he needed her.
“You don’t push me far enough.” She nipped his right pec.
He jerked as he turned sideways, wedging them both into the crack in the stone that served as the tunnel’s always open door.
The space wasn’t wide enough for a big male like her Warlord to pass through it easily. There were now two of them attempting to enter.
Rock grazed her ass.
He stiffened. She suspected jagged stone was scraping a layer of skin off his back.
Her Warlord made that sacrifice silently, without thought or complaint or discussion. He might treat her with a stimulating harshness during their fucks, when he lost control and was overcome with passion. A part of him must sense she enjoyed that.
But he also protected her and cared for her, allowing no one and nothing other than himself to hurt her. She was safe with him, and she hadn’t felt truly safe in a long, long time.
He carried her through the tunnels, following the complex route, not once asking her for directions. The male was highly intelligent.
Her father would have liked that about him. Her beloved parent respected intellect.
He would have been appalled by Tolui’s Warlord nature. Her father, being a pacifist, had believed fighting and killing should be the last tactic a being utilized.
Lea knew differently. Having lived on Chamele 4 for solar cycles, she’d observed that some beings, like Daisun, only responded to violence, to a foe’s battle prowess. Those beings couldn’t be reasoned with. They had to defeated physically.
Her Warlord was capable of that.
He entered their private chambers with her. The space was lit by the redirected sunlight. The air was cooler than outside, yet still delightfully warm.
“Will you fuck me into submission now?” She undulated against Tolui’s form. He radiated heat, and his muscles were reassuringly firm against her slight curves.
“Behave.” He tossed her onto the sleeping support.
She yelped, not expecting that action, and she bounced, landing on her chest. “Is this how you want me, Warlord?” Bracing herself up by her arms, she waited for him on her hands and knees.
“I said I wouldn’t take you from behind.” Huge palms descended on her bare ass and her spine bowed, the hurting delightfully severe. “You will listen to me and show me respect.”
He flipped her onto her back with such force, the air whooshed from her lungs.
She gazed up at him, trembling with anticipation.
Her Warlord’s eyes were darker than an unlit tunnel. His face appeared carved of stone, his many scars slicing through that unrelenting surface, veins of silver in golden rock.
Her gaze lowered. The bulge in his plain boring ass coverings was even more pronounced.
Their savage play turned him on also.
“Make me listen to you.” She challenged him, wanting his dominance, needing him to force her to submit.
His eyes flashed. “You’ll listen to me.” He yanked at the waistband of his ass coverings. The strips of leather fell to the floor.
His cock jutted out from a base of black curls. A bead of pre-cum glistened on his tip.
She licked her lips, craving his unique flavor, and she reached out to him.
“No.” He grabbed her wrists. “I’m in control.” He leaned over her, stretching her arms high above her head, pulling her form tight under him. “You don’t touch me.” He pressed her hands against the sleeping support. “I touch you.”
She gulped air.
Fuck. She wanted him.
His grimly set lips lifted ever so slightly. “Give me your respect and I’ll stop.”
Her eyes widened. She didn’t want him to ever stop. “You haven’t earned my respect yet.” That was a lie. He had earned it the moment she tumbled out of his escape pod, landing in his arms.
“I’ll earn it.” A low, deep growl accompanied that vow. “Keep your hands here.” His grip on her wrists intensified. He’d leave bruises on her skin.
She liked that. Her back arched.
“Are you offering these to your Warlord?” He covered her small breasts with his big hands. “Your body isn’t yours to give. It’s already mine.”
His fingers closed cruelly around her curves and she moaned, the hurting giving her mind-numbing pleasure. He rotated his hold on her, twisting her sensitive nipples, and she almost levitated off the sleeping support.
His lips curled, revealing his sharp teeth.
She vibrated, craving his bite.
He gave her what she silently pleaded for,