Page 17 of The Warrior's Captive

“Did I say you could touch me?”

She flushed immediately, her hands trembling under his.

“You think you know what kind of a man I am. You think you’re prepared. You’re not. You’re a tiny mouse and I’m a battle-hardened predator. You start this now and there is no stopping it, you understand?”

“You would take me against my will?”

He cursed under his breath. “I didn’t say that. I’ve never touched a woman unless she wanted me to.”

The thought of him with another woman sent a punch of straight jealousy to her stomach that nearly bowled her over. She couldn’t keep it from her face. He stared hard down at her, clearly seeing it, but not commenting.

“What do I have to do?” She blinked quickly, willing away the heat from her face. She had pale skin, and she could feel the crimson flush burning. “You said you wouldn’t touch me unless I begged. Is that what I have to do? I’m already on my knees.”

“I’m a man, little wolf, not some boy. A man you can’t even begin to comprehend. You’re not ready.”

“I am,” she insisted.

“You have no idea how depraved I am. I kill for money. Did you know that? It started out as something ordered, something I did for my country, but now it’s a job. It’s my profession.”

“If you’re trying to scare me, you don’t. If you’re trying to change my mind, you won’t be able to accomplish that either. I know what I want.”

His hand curled in her hair until she wanted to cry out. “I’m a bastard, Briar May.” The sound of her name on his tongue drawn out like that was so sensual, that she was instantly wet and hot between her legs. “I don’t just like it rough. You can’t comprehend what I like or what I want from you.” He swiped a tear off her cheek and let out a savage groan. “Ah. You see? I like this.”

She watched half in horror and half in fascination as he popped his finger into his mouth and sucked it clean. He watched her carefully as he pulled it away. It came out shiny with his own saliva. Her mouth dropped open. She wanted to take his finger like that. To suck on it. To take him inside her.

“That doesn’t scare me.”

“No?” He inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring, the animal in him more than apparent. “You aren’t just trying to be brave in the hopes that I’ll suck your clit and finger that sweet little pussy and let you call it a night as soon as you come? I can smell how wet you are. Show me.”

“Wh-what?” She tried not to foolishly gape at him.

“Put your fingers in your cunt, Briar May, and show me how wet you are.”

Who talked like that? It should have shocked her, but she found herself reaching between her legs, under her skirt and doing as he asked. She pushed the soaked gusset of her panties out of the way and slipped two fingers through her wetness. She was scared to put them inside herself. She’d never touched herself that way. Instead, she ran them past her entrance. It would be more than enough. She could feel her arousal coating her fingertips.

It made her squirm when she pulled then away and held the glistening evidence up to the light for him. Hades’s grin was nothing short of feral.

“Undo my pants and take me out.”

If that was some kind of test, apparently, she’d passed. She hurried now to follow his command. He looked like a pent-up storm. His eyes were so dark now they were like the angry depths of the ocean. It shouldn’t be possible for them to change like that. It seemed almost unholy.

He fisted her hair again and stared down at her. She was struck by how gorgeous he was. Feral and ungodly, unrealistically, unfairly gorgeous.

She knew real fear when she unzipped him. She pushed down his pants and his boxers, trying not to shake, trying not to let him know that she’d never done this before. She didn’t want to show fear. Her mouth was already watering. She was screaming between her legs, so empty, so wet, throbbing so violently that there was zero doubt she wanted this. She didn’t want him to stop her because he knew she couldn’t handle it.

There was a second of doubt when his cock sprang free, hard and huge. He was thick all around, not just at the tip, ridged with veins. He was glistening wet at the end. She must have hesitated because he used his free hand to stroke down his length.

“Open that sweet mouth.”

She did, trying not to close her eyes, trying not to betray her sudden fears that it was far too big to fit in there, let alone anywhere else.

She opened for him, and he guided himself there. His head rested on her lower lip. He didn’t push in slow and sweet. He didn’t command her to lick him or ply the tip of him or taste him. He surged forward, filling her entire mouth. She felt him hit the back of her throat in the next instant and she was so afraid that this was how she’d die. She’d choke and die. There was no air. There was just him, invading her, choking her until she gagged.

She did, and he pulled back. She stared up at him, unbidden tears streaming down both sides of her face. Not tears of sadness or pain, just her body’s reaction to being invaded. Her heart was racing, and her clit was throbbing. She actually liked it.

He hummed low in his throat. “Beautiful, little wolf.”

He was a bastard, but she could see the genuine pleasure in his face. He could feel. He wasn’t a god. He was just a man. A man who did bad things. He lived rough and hard, and it made sense that the only way to reach him like this was to be equally as rough. If this was the only way he could feel pleasure, then so be it. She tempered the urge to be tender with him and instead touched him the way he wanted.

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