Legs caught outside his hips, Morgaine was fully exposed when that hungry gaze slid lower. Her slit shined with dampness, sweet slick smeared across her inner thighs… the same damn fluid that had plagued her body since she’d been taken from her cottage.
She tried to cover herself when a trickle leaked from her slit to drip between her cheeks. “I don’t know how to make it stop.”
With a grunt, both her hands were batted aside, wrists caught and pinned. He even shifted his knees to spread her further, to see the little, twitching mouth of her cunt waiting behind soft lower lips.
Pink, pretty, contracting in tight pulses at such direct attention.
Noises beyond the purr were coming from the barbarian, low threatening growls that turned her body against her fear.
On his lowest rumble, a rush of fluid spurted from her cunt, leaving Morgaine shocked, embarrassed, and trying to squirm away.
The more she moved, the more the grinning male countered.
He grumbled more words at her, lowering his head as he did so. He chased until her hips were caught and hooked over his shoulders. A broad tongue swept up as much of her slick in a single lick as it could, gathered it in his mouth to be savored.
He closed his eyes, offered a low, ravenous moan, and swallowed.
This had never been displayed on the wall during lessons. What he was doing was unseemly, Morgaine squealing when his mouth descended for another taste.
The other part of the Alpha was supposed to be jammed inside of her, not the tongue that had gone right back to licking her slit. It prodded her hole, played with the fleshly wet lips, worst of all, flicked at a part of her that made her gasp and choke on air.
No Sergeant Uriel wa
s going to come into the room and tell the male to stop. Her pleas were nothing to him. In fact, they were not even making sense to her own ears.
On and on the brute feasted, Morgaine’s eyes rolling back in her head.
There was a sense of powerlessness that stole the air from the room, that made her pant and wriggle—that even spread her thighs as if she wanted more. Buzzing skin, a great swirling crest of feeling…
And then she cried out, a burst of heat in her belly stealing all sense. Lava flowed through her veins, twisted her guts, and burned all the hotter as the male flicked the tip of his tongue even faster over that nub of sensation.
Her wrist was set free, her hand going to his forehead to push him away… but it was too late. Fingers pointed like a javelin, he pushed them knuckle deep into her sopping, twitching cunt.
Her inner muscles grabbed at those digits, fighting to draw them deeper, to clamp down around them while the rest of her spasmed uncontrollably.
It felt as if it would never end, the evil he was working on her body. Worse, it felt so good she could not stop the way she begged for more and rolled her hips against his wriggling fingers.
When the tide of pleasure slowly abated, she was boneless, tender and swollen between her legs, and caught lying back with a stranger’s fist partway in her body. Smiling down at her, he pulled it out slowly, carefully, despite her inner muscles trying their best to hold on tight.
He rubbed that hand, slippery with her fluids across his bare chest, leaving a mark of shine.
Next his fingers went to his belt, Morgaine unsure what to do.
She was not even sure of who she was in that moment.
Leather parted, the Alpha fisting a hard cock, stroking it as he stared down at her.
The crown was swollen, dripping beads of pearly fluid. The shaft was pulsating in a continuous throb, many times thicker than the Beta males’ she’d seen on the screen. At the base of it, a bulbous knot already hinted at what was sure to be far more than she could handle.
He was going to force that monstrosity in her, just as the Alpha had done on the screen.
Watching her face, the male continued to stroke that huge organ, speaking lowly in a rhythm of guttural consonants and growls. The things he said, she was certain translation was not desired. They were filthy things, disgusting things, things that would shame her more than he already had.
Why else would he look at her that way?
With one hand he took her shoulder and urged her to turn over. There was no fight, her body still reeling from sparks of raw feeling and her spirit trapped by his purr. On her knees, bracing her hands against the edge of his sunken bed, Morgaine let him draw her hips up high, and closed her eyes tight.
She felt him sweep her hair from her back and… and then she felt nothing.