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I could feel every ridge of his cock as he filled me, stretching me. It was intense, almost too much, the stretching turning into a burn that had my muscles clenching, my body tightening in fear of the pain. But just when I thought I’d reached my limit and I would have to beg him to stop…Vartok’s last ridge slid into me, and he was fully sheathed.

In the heat of the moment, I’d forgotten what would happen, but now?—

I gasped, flinging my head back as my second climax slammed into me. I bucked against him, squeezing his cock, all thought of pain forgotten as his cock milked the pleasure from me.

What can I say? It worked. My body was more than ready for him now, and Vartok took advantage of it, beginning to move as he murmured praise to me, mixed with words I didn’t understand.

His thrusts were slow at first, each ridge of his cock dragging along my inner walls, sparking waves of pleasure that had me whimpering. He pulled back, the ridges catching on my sensitive flesh, only to plunge forward again, burying himself deep.

“Feel that, pet?” he growled, his voice like distant thunder. “Feel each ridge claiming ye? Yer cunny was made for me, made to take every inch of this cock.”

I could only nod, gasping for breath as he picked up his pace, his hips moving in a rhythm that had me writhing beneath him. Every thrust was a new revelation, each ridge sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me. I could feel every inch of him, every contour of his cock, as if it were a landscape I was meant to explore.

“Ye’re so tight, so wet,” he murmured, his fierce green gaze locked onto mine. “Ye’re clenching me so well,dkaar. Such a good little human, taking my cock so beautifully.”

His words were filthy, degrading, and yet they sent a thrill through me. I was his pet, his plaything, and I reveled in it. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back, urging him on. Every thrust was a new wave of ecstasy, building on the last, driving me toward a precipice I wanted more than I wanted my next breath. How could he make me feel like this so quickly? How did he know my body so well?

“Ye like that, aye?” he groaned, leaning forward until he was bracing his weight on either side of my head. I was pinned beneath him—his weight, his stare. I washis.

“Ye like to watch as I fook ye. Ye’re mine, Myra. Made for pleasure, made to take my seed.”

His words were pushing me as much as his body, driving me toward another climax. I could feel it building, a storm on the horizon, ready to consume me. Each thrust was a lightning strike, each ridge a rumble of thunder, and I was caught in the storm, helpless to resist.

“Vartok,” I gasped, his name a plea and a prayer on my lips. “Please! Please, I need?—”

“I ken what ye need, pet,” he growled, his hips movingfaster, his cock plunging deeper. “Ye need to come again, this time with me inside ye. Ye need to feel me filling ye.”

His words were crude, primal, and they ignited something within me. I was no longer just a participant, but an active challenger, meeting his thrusts with my own, grinding against him, desperate to feel every inch of him, over and over again.

“Ye’re close, I can feel it,” he rasped, his voice hoarse with exertion and desire. “Yer cunny is gripping me like a vice.Now, my filthy little plaything. Show me how much ye want it. Show me how much ye wantme.”

His words were my undoing. The storm broke, and I was consumed. I threw my head back, screaming his name as my third orgasm ripped through me. My body convulsed, my inner walls clamping down on his cock, feeling every ridge, every pulse, as he continued to move, drawing out my pleasure.

“That’s it, Myra,” he groaned, his voice thick with approval and desire. “That’s the way, lass. Take it. Take me. Take it all.”

And I did. I took every inch of him, like the good little plaything I was.

But then, before my pleasure had even begun to fade, Vartok suddenly growled and yanked himself backward. I didn’t understand what was happening, until his cock slid from my pulsing core and he pressed forward again, catching it between my mound and his stomach.

The pressure sent another sharp spike of pleasure through me, but thenhegrunted and a liquid warmth spilled from his cock, coating my stomach again and again.

He’d spilled his seed on my skin, instead of inside me.

And I was surprised to discover myself disappointed.

He’dpromisedme his seed, had he not?

But I couldn’t comprehend that now, not with the way my body still shook with the last vestiges of pleasure. I held onto him, my body limp, my mind blank, my soul utterly sated. I was his, completely and utterly, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice soft now, gentle as he turned his head slightly to scrap his tusks gently down my neck. “Such a good pet.”

When his teeth found my shoulder and he softly bit me, claiming me, Iknew.

I was. Iwashis good girl. His pet.

And no matter if he only thought of this as a temporary arrangement, with him as my tutor in the art of pleasure…I always would be. I would always behis.

CHAPTER NINE

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