Page 19 of Court of Wolves

Just one time,she told herself as her hands wandered up the back of his strong neck, pressing imprints of her fingers into his skin. “More,” she panted.

“More,” he agreed.

His mouth dragged down her jaw, sharp canines skimming her throat as he paused there to suck on a delicate part of her neck. She had to bite her own lip at how good it felt, her eyes heavy lidded.

“If you want more, you’ll have to take these off,” he muttered, tugging on the waistband of her trousers. The same ones she’d worn to Eosantha. Dirty and disgusting. But he was dirty anddisgusting too, so she tried not to feel self-conscious even as she longed for that morning when Az and Ark helped her clean and dress herself. Fuck, she missed them, and Bryon might have worked wonders with that mouth of his, but even he couldn’t erase that.

This was madness and desperation and a good helping of poor judgement, but she didn’t care. She needed this, needed one good thing in her life before Enryr came back and forced her to rip apart the minds of thousands more.

“If you have a pencil dick,” she breathed as his teeth grazed her neck a little deeper, “I will thoroughly kill you, Bryon Erithian.”

He snorted. “My life is in no danger.”

It was more difficult than she expected to pull away from his hands and teeth, to shove her trousers down her legs and throw them across the floor. She made sure they didn’t turn inside out; the floor was filthy and she’d prefer to keep the dirt on the outside. Not that the sweat on the inside was much better. Bryon was mad for wanting her right now. Truly certifiable.

“Get back over here, princess,” he said with a gravelly softness that sent a shiver up her spine, tingling the back of her neck. The way he was looking at her… wildfires had been started with less heat.

He knelt on the floor like he was caught in prayer, and there was certainly something sacred about the way he stroked his cock. Well, he definitely hadn’t needed to fear for his life. Maybe Maia should fear for her pussy, instead.

“It will fit,” he said, reading her look so accurately it scared her.

“Don’t be so cocky,” she huffed, climbing back on him, her eyes fluttering at the slow, reverent touch he stroked from her knee to her hip. Her eyes screwed shut. It felt too good to be touched after being tortured in her sleep, after being locked up,separated from the men she loved. She wanted them all here, and it hurt.

“Eyes on me, princess.” The gravel in his voice was like a caress to her senses, the same way his touch was to her skin. “Don’t disappear on me.”

“Easier said than done,” she muttered.

“I know,” he said simply.

That was the thing she hated about Bryon most of all: he understood her on a level she didn’t even know herself. Or maybe she hated that she wanted him, and it was thoroughly one-sided. If they weren’t locked up with no other prospects, this wouldn’t be happening. She would have dwelled on that longer, tortured herself with it, but Bryon’s hand found her hip and the head of his cock stroked a slow line through her pussy. If she’d thought he was the blunt force sort of lover who fucked hard and couldn’t locate the clit, he proved her wrong with every circle he made around that swollen bud with his tip.

She’d expected the same roughness and ferocity of his kisses, but he was slow, patient in a way that had her trembling, slicking his cock with liquid desire. Every pass of his cock erased the torturous thoughts from her mind, one by one, until all she could focus on was him and her greed and how damn good it felt.

“This goddamn hair,” he groaned, letting strands fall through his fingers, wrapping a lock around his hand until her scalp tingled, heightening her need.

She was out of control and self-conscious with how one-sided this need was. She didn’t doubt he wanted to be inside her, but he didn’t wanther.That was why she gave him a fanged smirk and asked, “Jealous, baldy?”

Eyes the shade of the darkness between trees narrowed. “Are you trying to provoke me, princess?”

She wanted her control back, but sure. Provoking him worked, too. His cock glided from her throbbing clit, so, soslowly teasing her until every last part of her was tingling and swollen with need. It didn’t matter that they were in a cell and it was freezing and every now and then she could hear screams through the night that drove her wild with fear. Desire erased all of that, and suddenly she could breathe easier. Air filled her lungs, strength suffusing her cells until she felt awake. Alive.

“Hands on my shoulders. Squeeze if you need to,” he said, driving her to a new level of madness. His eyes were dark, focused in a way that made her heart quicken. He saw far too much. He saw everything.

“Oh shit,” Maia hissed, taking his advice and strangling the blood from his shoulders when he eased inside. If she hadn’t been so wet, it would have been a struggle. Who was she kidding, it was a fucking struggle even with her soaked. “Nice to know—you’re proportionate—all over.”

“You won’t be able to use that smart mouth for long, princess,” he groaned, one hand on her hip, guiding her in small, slow thrusts, the other buried in her hair. “You’ll forget how.”

Big words,she wanted to tease him, but he hauled her mouth back to his and she lost herself in his kisses. There was a feral edge to his kiss now, and she matched him with a desperation she couldn’t control, both of them messy and rough even as their bodies came together with aching slowness.

“Faster,” she groaned against his swollen bottom lip.

“Patience,” he grunted, the hand on her hip moving to her ass and squeezing.

“Stop being chivalrous and trying to spare me pain. Move faster.” She didn’t care if it hurt, or maybe shewantedit to. Maybe she wanted it punishing and rough. But it wasn’t. Even when Bryon groaned and guided her in faster thrusts, until she was riding him, there was a level of care that made her vulnerable. She didn’t have shields against this kind of sex. Wasn’t sure she’d have pushed so far if she’d known.

Bryon was going to ruin her, and she couldn’t stop it any more than she could stop a storm.

“Saints,” he grunted, releasing her hair so he could squeeze her ass with both hands, his palms so hot and broad they covered most of her, equally reassuring and tantalising. “Why do you want to be hurt so badly?”

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