Page 91 of The Wraith King


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“Goll!” I kicked out with my foot. It glanced off his shoulder.

He growled and wrapped a hand around my inner thigh, now pushing both my knees flat to the mattress.

“I told you, I don’t want—” I gasped, my words sucked right out of me when his hot mouth opened on my quim.

I grunted and gripped his horns, my anger stirring me to push him away, my visceral desire telling me to hold him right there while he pleasured me.

Then his tongue was inside me and I dropped my head back to the pillow. “You don’t listen,” I murmured, frustrated with myself and my body’s betrayal, while I rocked up against his greedy mouth that suckled me hard.

He didn’t answer of course, his low purr of pleasure vibrating against my clitoris as he lapped and flicked then stroked inside me with his tongue.

“I’m mad at you,” I whispered into the dark.

Then I felt a hand on my breast, fingers pinching the taut peak almost to pain.

“Ah!” I thrust up harder, rubbing my sex against his hot mouth, seeking that pinnacle I could feel mounting higher and higher. “I’m coming,” I murmured, then I was.

He growled again, launching up the bed on top of me. Before my orgasm had even stopped throbbing, he thrust his cock deep.

“Goll!” I cried out, the intrusion intense and jarring. I pushed against his chest, then curled my fingernails into his flesh, wanting to hurt him but also wanting to hold on. It was infuriating.

Holding my gaze, he deftly gripped both my wrists and pressed them to the mattress above my head, holding them with one hand. Then he reached down and grabbed my thigh, bending my leg until my knee curved over his shoulder.

“I’m angry at you,” I hissed though my words had less weight after the heady orgasm he’d just given me.

“I know, my sweet.” His voice was low and husky, his eyes slits of silvery blue. “And I’m going to fuck it right out of you.”

He pulled out to the tip and hammered back in, my breasts bounced with the force of it beneath. I wrapped my free leg around his waist, practically bent in half while he started to thrust hard and deep.

I moaned when he hit a particularly pleasurable spot inside me, furious with him and myself that this felt so good.

The slick sound of him pumping in and out of me filled the room along with my gasping whimpers and mewling moans.

He mounded my breast over the gossamer fabric of my shift with his large hand while he stroked faster then pinchedmy nipple with thumb and forefinger. My sex squeezed at the pleasure-pain of it.

“You feel that?” he murmured low. “You may hate me now, Una, but your cunt loves me.”

I squeezed my eyes closed as my sex responded by quivering and squeezing him again. It was like my body obeyed only him and not my will.

“That’s it.” His raspy voice wrapped around me. “Close your eyes, my mizrah. You can still be mad at me while I fuck your sweet cunt.” He pinched my nipple again, my breasts bouncing with each pounding thrust. “While your dripping honey soaks my cock.”

“Unh.” A second climax was building, and I couldn’t understand it.

Then his mouth was against mine, brushing lightly while I panted. He changed his stroking to a slow grinding inside of me, filling me even deeper.

“Think whatever you want,” he whispered against my lips, nipping me with a fang. “But this cunny ismine.” He ground harder. “You aremine.”

I moaned again, kissing him back, slipping my tongue inside his mouth, needing to taste him, needing more of him. He groaned into our kiss, nipping my bottom lip again when he pulled away, all the while grinding his cock deep inside me.

“Open your eyes, Una.”

I did, finding the dragon staring back with feral ferocity. He moved his hand from my breast to my throat, gripping me with a gentle but firm hold.

“You understand that, don’t you? You can be angry all you like, but you willalwaysbe mine.”

I wasn’t sure if his possessiveness was because his pride as king needed to stake his claim as victor over me, or if he was proving a point that my own will was lost when he had fullcontrol of my body. Either way, he was right. I was his, body and soul, it seemed. Whether I tried to pretend otherwise or not.

He tightened his hold at my throat, but not enough to restrict my breath. “Now come on my cock the way I know you want to.”

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