Roaring with laughter, he smacked her ass. “That I am, wildling, and the most ferocious of them all.” His wide steps took them out of the tavern, Nyra thrashing on his shoulders as they disappeared into the night.
CHAPTER
3
“Where are you taking me?!” Nyra shouted, dangling down his long body. “Put me down!”
He smacked her ass again, not bothering to reply.
Her skin lit up, core gushing from his firm touch, infuriating her even more. “Will you fucking stop hitting me!?”
“No. I rather like it.”
“So not only have you abducted me but you’re a brute as well.”
He chuckled, that deep rumble that had her rubbing her thighs together.Damn him and his stupid self.
“You should get used to it, wildling, you’ll be staying with me from now on.”
“Like hell I will!” she squealed, her fists resuming their pounding against his back. His verysolidback. “I’m not going anywhere with you.Put me down!”
“You know, your squirming is only making my dick hard.” She stilled instantly. “Keep it up and I’ll show you just how much of a brute I really am.”
Furious, she seethed, “You would force yourself on me?”
Her feet were planted on the firm ground before the last word was even out of her mouth. He leaned down, searching her gaze, silent rage staring back at her. “I may be a beast but I am no fucking rapist. I have never forced myself on a female in my entire goddamn existence, mortal, and I will certainly not start now. Besides, you will spread those pretty thighs for me soonenough. I won’t even have to lift a finger as you willingly give yourself to me.”
Leaning away, she swallowed, forcing her voice to be strong and unaffected as his seductive scent invaded her. “Never.”
“Your mouth says one thing, but your body betrays you, little prey.” He inhaled, groaning low as his fingers curled around her throat, pulling her into his personal space as he leaned in. “I can smell that sweet nectar soaking your folds, can almost taste it on my tongue every time you look at me with those big doe eyes.”
“You’re delusional.”
“And you’re aroused.”
Fists clenching painfully at her sides, she attempted to tamper down the sudden urge to touch him, refusing to acknowledge her body’s treachery as his lips brushed her skin.
Why the hell does he have to smell so good?
“I was thinking of my beloved,” she finally managed, not backing down.What the fuck are you talking about, Nyra? You don’t have a beloved. But he doesn’t know that, does he?Grimacing at her one-sided internal dialogue, she quickly added, “Besides, you may be pretty but you’re not my type.”
“You don’t say?” Two depthless pools of blue bore into her, his thumb playing across her thundering pulse. “Do you always kiss strangers like you want to devour them?”
Her lips parted, the not so distant memory of their heated encounter causing fresh moisture to leak out of her already drenched center.
“Deny it all you want, wildling, but sooner or later, you will be begging me to fill you up.”
The arrogant prick.“You’re disgusting. I would rather eat worms for the rest of my life.”
A fresh wave of laughter burst from the warrior, his head thrown back with amusement. “By the gods, I may just be the luckiest male in existence.” His thumb found her bottom lip, plucking at it mercilessly.
She froze, holding her breath as all kinds of wicked thoughts arose once more. Tongue itching, wanting to swipe across that thick pad of his finger that was resting justthere, so close to her open mouth, desperate to see his reaction if she were to be brave and attempt such a blatant erotic move.
Shaking his head of silver hair in bewilderment, he pulled at her lip once more before releasing it and wordlessly resumed his walking, pulling Nyra after him as his strong fingers latched around her bicep.
“Where are you taking me?” she repeated, yanking on her arm, irritated that this infuriating man was not taking her seriously. That even now, she was imagining being naked with him, allowing him to do all kinds of dirty and depraved things to her body. “What do you plan on doing with me? And you still haven’t told me your name, or shall I just call you Brute the entire time?”
Her mind swam. He should repulse her and yet–she couldn’t help but wonder. What would it feel like to be the center of his attention? To be molded to his liking by his skillful hands and thick cock?
