Page 69 of A Sword of Ice
“Then claim me, mate.”
A dam seemed to break between them, and suddenly there were no barriers. No reservations. Julius growled and bent. His mouth covered hers, stealing the breath from her lungs as he staked claim to her lips, devouring her with his tongue and teeth.
She moaned and pressed her body to his, his big hands spanning across her hips to keep her pressed tightly in place, like he could somehow inhale her body into his, making them one soul, one heart that beat in two separate rhythms but fit together just the same.
He growled against her mouth, the vibrations rumbling from his chest to hers, pulsing all the way down to her clit. His thighs pushed against her own as he forced her to step back until she collided against the wall. The aggressive feel of his hands pushing her against a solid surface made tingles sear through the scars down her spine, a sensation of desire all on its own.
Iona gasped against the graze of his teeth against her lips, arching into him with every touch of his fingertips as they traveled to the front, massaging their way down her thighs.
Every touch left an erotic trace trembling in its wake. Her legs shook, her pussy cried out, and Iona wanted to feel the delicious slide of his skin against hers, of the friction that would tilt her over the edge of desire.
She found herself thrusting against him, groaning as she found the slightest bit of relief against her core. But it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough until he claimed every inch of her.
Iona wrapped her legs around him, pushing herself up with her heels so her center was level against his cock. It strained against his pants, begging to burst free. She rubbed against him, moaning into his mouth.
He pulled away, nipping at her chin.
“What are you doing?” Julius’ breaths came out in heavy pants.
Iona opened her eyes to see his glittering with amusement. She rubbed against his shaft. “Isn’t it obvious? I want to be fucked. Claimed.”
“You will be.” He kissed his way down her neck, and she felt the first nip of his canines against her flesh, pressing down further to the sharp ridges of her collarbones. A teasing hint at a claiming that had yet to happen.
“What are you waiting for?” she all but begged, grinding herself tighter against him.
“I want to take my time with you.” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her throat, trailing his tongue against her pulse. “I want tosavoryou.”
She growled, a sound borne of frustration. “Savor me later. It’s been so long and I—”
“I will wipe the memory of each and every bastard that came before me. I can promise you that, mate.” His voice and touch took on a possessive tone that made a thrill run through her blood. Because it was spoken like a promise, like a vow. She didn’t tell him that she forgot any and everyone else the moment their mating bond snapped into place. No one else existed for her but him.
“Can you?” she teased. “Because I don’t think—”
His snarl cut her off and he dove for another kiss. Rougher, aggressive, demanding. He tried to dominate her with a swipe of his tongue. Like he wanted so steal the words right from her mind and prove that he could make good on his promise.
But Iona was just as demanding, just as aggressive.
Her hands pawed at his clothes, tugging at the ties of his cloak and shoving it off his shoulders. It fell into a heap at the floor, making a slight swishing sound. They were too close together, with too little space to tug off his shirt, so Iona reached down and yanked at the ties of his trousers and slid her hand inside.
She cupped his dick, wrapping her fingers around the hard, velvety texture of him. He was so thick, she couldn’t wrap her fingers around him fully and groaned as she imagined him inside her, stretching her to completion.
She gave an experimental tug and he groaned deep in the back of his throat, hips jerking against her hand.
“Fuck,” he rumbled. “Fuck, that feels so good.” His hand fumbled between them, easily reaching into her own pants to caress the slick folds of her pussy.
She cried out as his thumb pressed against her clit, teasing slow circles around it, just enough to let her feel the friction but not enough so she could get off like she wanted to.
“Fuck, Julius, make me come. Fuck, I’m so close.” She jerked her hips against him, begging to be tossed over that edge, but he jerked his hand away and slid her off his body. Her feet touched the ground and she would have wobbled, but his hands grasped her hips, holding her in place against the wall.
“No,” he demanded. “I get to say when you come.”
Oh, the poor, delusional bastard,she thought with a smile. If he thought he was in charge, he had another thing coming.
Her hands slid up the hem of his shirt, feeling her way up the hard ridges of his abdomen. When she reached his pecks, her nails scraped across his nipples and with a quick work of her feet and hands, she had him turned, pushing his body up against the wall. She stood on the tips of her toes, forehead grazing against the sharp hairs of his beard.
“You don’t command me, Julius,” she purred while her nails traced patterns against his skin. “Only I command me.” Then she was dropping to her knees in front of him, her hands tugging at the waistband of his pants, pushing them down his strong thighs.
His cock sprung free, bobbing up, the head glistening and purple. She leaned forward without preamble and took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him. Above her, Julius hissed and then groaned as she took him deeper into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks so she could take him to the back of her throat in one suck.
