Page 39 of Savage Bond

I rip my mouth free with a wet pop. “Worththis.” My palm cracks across his cheek.

The air stills. His hand catches my wrist mid-swing, pupils blown wide. For a heartbeat, I think he’ll break bone. Then he hurls me sideways, moss tearing under my spine as he flips us.

His claws shred my cargo pants, calloused fingers sliding through slick heat. “Pathetic.” He circles my clit slowly, mockingly. “Your cunt’s ready to die for me already.”

I buck against him, teeth bared. “Fuck y—oh?—!”

Two fingers plunge inside, curling forward. My hips jerk as he crooks themjust there, and his grin is all feral triumph. “Beg.”

I sink my teeth into his forearm. He snarls, pinning my throat with his other hand. His thumb keeps working my clit,ruthless and precise. Black spots dance in my vision as I choke out a laugh. “Scared… I’ll…win… again?”

He releases my neck to grip both my thighs, spreading me wider. “You won’t scream this time,” he lies, lining himself up.

“Try m—hhngh!” The stretch burns as he sheaths himself in one brutal thrust.

His forehead presses to mine, breath ragged. “Still… want… control?”

I rake blood tracks down his back. “Y-you’re…sfuck… still…moving…”

His chuckle rasps against my jaw. Teeth scrape my pulse point.

His hips snap forward, burying every brutal inch. Moss tears beneath my shoulder blades as he pins my wrists above my head with one clawed hand. "You take my cock so well." The words rumble through his chest pressed against mine. "Like you were sculpted for this."

"Fuck y?—"

His free hand slips between us, thumb circling my clit with precision that steals the insult from my tongue. "Of course you do," he purrs, fangs grazing my earlobe. "Discipline's in your blood, isn't it, Lieutenant?"

I arch despite myself, the dual assault of stretch and friction turning my struggle into a sham. "I'll... hhh... court-martial your...nh!"

"Shame they don't give medals for this." His laugh vibrates through my sternum as he speeds his thrusts. "Though you'd look pretty choking on one."

Heat coils tight in my belly—treacherous, inevitable. My nails score his marble-gray biceps. "Don't you—dare?—"

"Already am." His tongue licks a stripe up my throat. "Look at you. Clenching like you're trying tomilkme dry."

The orgasm cracks through me like a whip. I bite his shoulder to muffle the scream, tasting iron and salt.

He laughs. "Are you coming Ava?"

I cry out, limbs trembling with unbridled pleasure.

"You like that, little soldier? That's right. Come for me."

"Fuck!"

His groan echoes against my teeth. "That's it. Ruin me." Fingers twist in my hair, yanking my head back. Crimson eyes blaze with feral triumph. "Your cunt's so hungry—bet it'd suck the life from a proper Ishani prince."

Dark humor bubbles through the haze. "Lucky me... you're just... a thug with?—"

He stills abruptly, gaze turning glacial. The sudden absence of movement hurts worse than the pounding. "Careful,Ava." My name drips venom. "You wouldn't recognize a prince if he gutted you with one."

I rock upward, desperate friction be damned. "Thenprove me wrong."

Snarling, he slams home. The new angle punches a sob from my lungs. "Pathetic," he breathes against my parted lips. "Starving for a monster's touch."

"Yes." The confession breaks free as he swivels his hips—shameful, electric. "Yours."

His rhythm stutters. For a heartbeat, I see it—the fracture in his armor, the wounded thing beneath. Then he buries his face in my neck, fucking me with renewed frenzy. "Mine," he growls into damp skin. "My stubborn, defiant?—"

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