“Scent? Pheromones, I don’t really know but I’m right. Swallowed come may not last as long as proper fucking.” He looked down at her, and she definitely detected a smug expression. “Of all the things that could go wrong, you succumbing to the Lure is one of the worst. I spoke to her. Willow is delaying until we do this.”
Cyn buried her face in her hands, swept them up and flipped back her hair, exasperated. “I’m okay, I swear.”
“You’re not. Come on.”
“They’ll all be watching, listening, and it’s nighttime when I’m most resistant. No.” She folded her arms and prepared to sit this out. “I’m fine.” She was expert enough with the Lure to be able to fend it off, if,ifsomething happened.
Vargr sighed, swiveled to stare her down. He took one stride and scooped her up and flung her over his shoulder, then he marched for the exit.
Oh for fuck’s sake. Given a choice of screaming, beating his brains in with her pistol butt, or doing nothing… she chose nothing. Apart from muttering, “Asshole.”
That only made him chuckle and smack her butt, hard.
His wings opened, fluttered down, covering her head. She blew a feather off her face and thought about plucking a few. He probably wouldn’t like that.
They went out the rear door into a hallway and down to the next door, which Vargr kicked open. An office, from what she could tell upside down. “This won’t take long.”
She chortled, recognizing the implied self-insult in a second. “Yeah?” Then she kicked her legs, reminding him to put her down.
“Brat.” He deposited her on her feet, spun her and bent her over a desk, yanking down the panties and leggings in one go. She’d worn those instead of jeans, since black was good camo at night. All it’d done was make it easier for Vargr to strip her.
“Fuck! Hey.”
She inhaled to yell another word or two, and that breath seized in her throat, because…
Already, he was probing her slit, sliding his fingers up her, to her clit, circling it, returning to her entrance, slip, slide. Two went inside without so much as anexcuse me. Her attempt to stand made him shove her back down with a palm on the small of her back.
Oh, force. It blanked her brain, made her sink into the dominance. Made her squirm on his fingers, and her wetness leak.
Liking it so much made it hard to resist, even when she should, just because she had a thing for making her males work for it before they got to fuck her.
He fingered her, penetrated her with them, screwed his wet thumb into her other hole, and she found she’d collapsed on the desk and was wriggling her butt like a filthy whore who loved sex. And who wouldn’t? She was spreading her legs, wide, even as he removed his hand.
His cock arrived there next, and he thrust into her almost full length, anchoring her to the desk as if he’d nailed her there.
She puffed out a long “Ffffff…” Not quite finishing the obscenity as that’d felt so damn good.
Oh god, nailing. More. Of the nailing. She groaned, felt her pussy clamp in, pulsing where it surrounded his cock.
“You called me an asshole.” He bit her upper back in a few places, hauled her head back by grasping her hair. “Next time, it will be your asshole. That octopus on your butt insists I fuck you there. I’d do it now…” He groaned. “But I’d never get in, would I? You’re so fucking tight.”
No time or she’d welcome him, well, after she ran around and teased him.
“’Cause you’re too fucking big,” she protested to the desk, her eyes closing because she needed tofeelhim, all of this rather large cock as it squeezed into her, shoving aside her flesh. He rammed into her, rocking the flimsy desk, shifting the papers left on it beneath her body and arms as she sought a handhold. Another five or ten slams into her that seesawed her between pain and pleasure because he’d done this so suddenly.
Gasping, she found the edge of the desk to hold onto.
Because she needed that. Something to hold, as he fucked her, and she cursed him as the force of it drummed into her that he was the one taking, making her, making her fucking enjoy it, despite her protests. And she might’ve struggled more andescaped to be pinned against the wall, gagged with a belt, or her wrists tied, and that would be the best.
But, no time, no fucking time, she thought, as he jammed himself in, rammed into her cunt, deep, screwed her, until she could hear the sounds of her arousal, feel it on her thighs.
The desk tilted onto its edge, his fingers dug in and bruised, then he grabbed both hips, opened her legs wider with his thighs, and drove himself in as if she wasn’t made of flesh. The last ten or so spears up inside she took, moaning, hanging on to the desk as if it was the last thing keeping her afloat.
So close to coming, so close, with her clit sliding, rubbing, that magical ride of cock, the tunneling, the expandingpressure. The obliteration of an orgasm swelled, and he was opening her even more, kicking her feet apart until she thought she might split. He stuck his thumb back into her asshole and used it to hold her in place for the last few huge, desk-jarring… fucks.
When he came, he almost launched her into that beautiful mindless state, but she hung there, not quite climaxing as he pumped inside her what she needed.
By the time she’d settled in her panting, though her heartbeat still bashed at her chest, she was smiling to herself. He and Rutger were her cures, the Holders of the Sacred Cum, to prevent the Lure taking her.
