back, the other pushing us up and off the ground. He’s kneeling and I’m straddling him, his huge cock still embedded in me.
The pulse between my thighs throbs with having him buried deep.
“I will always keep my promises,” he says and kisses my chin. “I won’t hurt you, and your wolf will soften in her yearning for your fated mate. For now, we are locked together, but fuck me, Narah, you are so tight, I might go again.”
Licking my lips, I can barely breathe, and my body tingles as he runs his fingers down my spine. His hand curls around my waist and up to my breast where he cups me in his large palm.
“How long does knotting take?” I whisper, not realizing until now that moving about stirs up unfathomable desires deep inside me. My focus dives to the fire between us, and a low growl rumbles in his chest.
“You are so fucking responsive to my touch.” He breathes heavily before answering my question. “It all depends on how many more times I’ll make you come while I’m inside you.”
My mouth dries. “I’m going to climax from just this? And seeing where we are, that should be zero more times, right?”
He smirks, and I’m shaking my head, hating that we’re out here so vulnerable, yet it doesn’t seem to worry Ragnar.
“Rest against me, little fox. Let your body relax, as that will help.”
I do as he asks and swing my arms around him, then nestle my face against the curve of his neck. His skin is soft against my lips, and everything about him smells inviting—musky and sexy—like it belongs to me. I don’t feel shame for what we did. I felt adored and worshipped. Ragnar is a mesmerizing lover, but I worry if giving myself to him shows him my weakness for him. Every touch he delivers ignites all my nerve endings.
He is magnificent, and I can’t deny that he calls to me. But he can’t be my mate. Not when I’m trying to escape from one.
His hand strokes my back gently, which soothes away the tension. “You were perfect today, and I do have a confession.” He kisses my shoulder tenderly.
I bristle against him, not sure I want to hear what he has to say. “What is it?”
“After tasting and fucking you, we may just keep you after all.”
My head buzzes with what he just said. We?
18
Narah
Ragnar’s words are all I’ve been thinking about all night and most of the morning after we had amazing sex yesterday.
We may just keep you after all.
That wasn’t part of our deal, and as a result, I barely slept from confusion, from anger, from battling my own emotions that drew me to him… while he dozed off like a bear. All the while, my insides fought between hating him for thinking he gets to make such a call, and me buzzing with untameable desire each time I remember our time together.
His lips.
His touch.
His cock inside me.
Fuck!
I should have known it was a bad idea, but the thing is, I doubt I’d change anything if I had the chance.
That’s why I’m furious… more at myself that his mere presence calls to me. The only other person who’s ever done that to me was Martell, so whatever is going on with Ragnar and me is hurting my head. Not to mention how I felt so calm against him after our sex that I fell asleep in his arms.
Of course it had been a terrible idea to have sex with him, and of course I knew better, but I succumbed to weakness. And in my defense, ignoring an Alpha like Ragnar is close to impossible. Whether it’s his irresistible body, his scent, the way he touches me, or just that he gives me no choice with his temptation.
But I’m not fooling anyone. I went into that bonding with him with my eyes wide open, knowing exactly what I was walking into, and I hate myself for loving every single moment of it. I did it to eradicate a monster from my life, but have I made it worse?
My wolf has finally calmed down about her addiction to Martell, so that is something, right?
I push the strap of my bag up my shoulder, causing a sharp pain to dig into my arm. I wince and readjust it over the bite mark Ragnar gave me. The thing is, the wound is healed, except it’s left behind dark teeth marks where he’d damned bitten me.
My hand grazes