Page 105 of Flameborne: Fury
He leaned down to fill my gaze with his shuddering shoulders and bared teeth, his jaw trembling. “Look at me, Brenny. Look at me!”
Unable to fight his strength, I locked eyes with him, tears welling in my eyes and lips trembling. My love grunted and leaned forward, took my mouth, nipped my lower lip, then arched his back and thrust into me again. “Do you love me, Brenny?”
“I… yes. But—?!”
“Fuuuuuuuuuck.” He jerked, his jaw rolling and eyes black with need as he hunched his shoulders and pounded into me.
More movement, shadows behind him, whispered curses and another male laugh. I tried to see, but my vision was blurred and he filled my line of sight. A strange, high sound filled my ears and my heart wanted to stop. But it couldn’t—
“My girl… my girl… my fucking horny filly. I’m going to fill you up. We’re going to fill you up, Brenny. Look at me.Look at me!”
“Stop… please stop—” I breathed through trembling lips.
He shook his head, but his hand left my wrist and cupped the back of my neck, pulling up to arch my back and he swore again as I shifted. Then he dove for the skin under my ear, that space that made me giggle and gave me goosebumps, and when paired with his thrusts, should have helped me rise. But I wept, screwing my eyes tightly closed against the sight of several pairs of eyes, hungry and fixed on me.
“It’sme,Brenny,” he whispered in my ear in the tight voice that had whispered love, and need, and admiration. The one that made me believe him. “It’s me.”
“But—”
“You’re beautiful, my girl. So beautiful. And so needy—they just want to see. They didn’t believe me. I’m showing you off, beautiful. Just showing you off. I’m so proud of you.” His thrusts picked up pace and he gripped my hair, pushing up so my chest was bare as his back bowed to take me more deeply. He stopped whispering, groaning instead, his deep, ragged words breathless. “Don’t let me down, now. Don’t make me find someone else who’d understand.”
“I—”
“You can do this, Bren. I know you can. We have one night—one fucking awesome night. Let me show you off. Let them see how beautiful you are.”
My body jiggled and bounced with the force of him, and if we’d been alone I would have enjoyed it. But those eyes were there, those hungry, bright eyes that I didn’t know—and he called to them to watch, to enjoy. And despite my whispered protests, his thrusts filled me and pushed me, cracking something small and fragile deep inside me. I turned my head away, eyes screwed tightly shut, unwilling tosee—afraid I might vomit on him… until suddenly the fear and weight of this strange moment just eased away.
I grew light and airy.
Weightless.
When my lover bellowed and gasped, his body twitching, all those muscles rigid, his finger clawing my scalp, I felt so little it seemed I would float away. But he was there, staring down at me, jaw slack and rolling, roaring for me. I held on. He was all that was real. All that mattered. He could keep my feet on the ground.
Then he was spent and collapsed on me. One of the others shuddered, and there were several hissed curses.
Then… nothing but low murmurs and stifled laughter in a nearly silent, golden haybarn.
It didn’t feel real.
As we lay there, I clung to him to keep him over me, shielding my nakedness. And I considered myself.
I was okay. I didn’t hurt. Yet, I was afraid.Terrified.He had always made me feel safe, protected. But, no matter how I clung now, I couldn’t stop crying. Quietly. Softly.
Sweaty and shaking, he pushed up on an elbow and filled my gaze again, gulping at the air, his cheeks flushed and a piece of straw stuck to his sweaty temple.
“Look at me, Bren. Look at me.”
I made myself open my eyes properly to meet his, praying he had the words to make this better.
He braced with both hands on the blanket under my shoulders and stared down at me… and the chilled, spiraling terror in my chest went still.
I’d never seen such admiration in his eyes. The part of my heart that loved him leaped to meet that, and the pieces of me that had been shattered, tried to suck together again at the sight of his smile. But then movement behind him caught my eye and I turned to remember the horror of—
Still bracing on one hand, holding his entire weight there so his bicep bulged and his chest turned hard, he took my chin in his other hand and turned my head away from the other men.
“Why are you crying, Brenny. That was great! Remember what I said?” he croaked. I blinked and searched his beautiful eyes that crinkled when he smiled. “Iloveyou, Brenny. You’re my girl. My beautiful, horny girl. Aren’t you?”
I blinked again and swallowed, tried to stop crying.
