are deplorable and so sexy. So it’s not a surprise when waves of euphoria crash through me so fast, I scream.
My knees squeeze around his head and I fist the grass, but he doesn’t release me, only takes his fingers out and tongue fucks me, never unleashing me from the precipice.
Toes curled, I shut my eyes and float on my climax, never wanting the moment to end. This is where I’d happily live for the rest of my life.
Ragnar finally releases his hold and gets to his feet, while I clench my thighs together, moaning with the last threads of pleasure tearing through me.
Collapsing onto my back, spent and breathing heavily, I stare up at Ragnar, who’s managed to remove his clothes while I wasn’t looking. And right now I can’t stop staring at his erection, at how incredibly well-endowed he is, and I swallow hard.
“Don’t worry, little fox, it will fit,” he tells me while palming his cock a few times, hissing his anticipation.
That’s when I take in all of him, all the hard and sharp lines of muscles, the strength he exudes. I shuffle to get up and kneel before him, then lift my head.
A savagery captures his gaze, and I reach over to clasp his large erection, the skin like silk, but beneath it’s iron. In front of me is a man made of muscles, and his heavy cock sits in my hand. Yet my attention is drawn to the black handprint on his chest, his skin charred and blushing red around the edges. I did that to him, and guilt curls in my chest because there is no way to undo that damage.
He growls when I stroke him back and forth softly. His tip glistens with pre-cum, and I lean forward, my mouth parting, wanting him to know I have no intention of hurting him.
“No,” he says and steps from my reach, his dick slipping from my grasp. “As much as I’ve fantasized about having those sweet cherry lips around my cock, today I will fuck you. I will give you what you’ve desired, what’s driven me insane with lust. Lie down for me, little fox, and spread those gorgeous legs. Show me how wet you are for me.” His voice is deep and full of lust, his eyes filled with a sexual haze.
I follow his instructions, not even blinking at obeying him, though lying on the flattened grass and him lowering himself on top of me brings a sense of trepidation. It’s one thing to be fingered, but to take his size into me, to know that fucking an Alpha who is anything but normal slightly scares me.
My breathing grows ragged as he presses himself over me, caging me in, his erection nestled against the length of my wet pussy. I flinch at how big, how hot he feels, and I’m not so sure about doing this now. He knows it’s my first time, and a small whimper spills past my lips, followed by my wolf growling, a deep, guttural sound in my chest. She’s thrashing inside me for a way out, to escape, to stop me.
But Ragnar is right about breaking off the connection with Martell, even if it means confusing my wolf. I hate the notion that part of me yearns for a monster who tried to kill me. Everything is wrong with that, so despite my fear, I need to do this.
“Don’t be afraid,” he reassures me and covers my face with kisses so soft I lean toward him, longing to be in his arms. The strange lure he has over me is unexpected, as are his touches, which calm me.
I try not to think about what’s coming and instead focus on the attention he pours over me. His hand slides between us and he adjusts himself, running the tip of his cock along my slick length.
My muscles tense, yet the longer he teases, the more I crave what he has to offer. There is something so dangerously delicious about him that my heart beats faster as he presses his tip into me.
I yelp at first as if I expect it to hurt, except it’s the opposite.
“Take a deep breath,” he explains, and the tendons in his throat move with his words. I want to lean in and lick his neck, to give him as much pleasure as he offered me.
Being honest with myself, I have been attracted to Ragnar since we first met, and when I’m nervous, I talk. “You want