“Obedient?” she drawled, half-ready for another round of defiance.
His large fists clenched and unclenched then he smiled. “Very. I liked it. Even your bullshit. You like being held down?”
He wasn’t as dumb as she’d thought. “Never.”
“Sure you don’t,babe.” He walked over until he backed her into the column and had one leg either side of her.
Man, he liked taunting too.
She put her hand to his ankle and caressed him, circled it partly, marveling at his size. A sudden craving took away the breath from her lungs as she looked up at this towering male—a craving to yield her body to whatever he might wish to do to her…
God, was it ever that. She spoke, voice rasping, “The Lure is almost gone.”
“And we need that now, don’t we? You’ve been so bad. What will I do to you.” Rhetorical question, and threat leaked from every word.
She gulped and decided she needed him, naked. Doing stuff to her, before she came from thinking about it. Night was surely falling outside—the stars, she imagined, fading and tumbling from the sky. Meteors flaming. Moons destructing. The universe was about to implode.
Vargr leaned down and hooked her collar with one finger. He pulled her to him for a kiss that rendered her instantly deaf, blind, and shuddering for breath, then he stopped to whisper against her lips, “Strip for me, so I can fuck you.”
He released her and backed away, enough distance to give her room, enough to still dominate the space.
Cyn remembered to inhale, then she turned, still sitting up on her knees. She edged her leggings lower, first one side then the other, allowing her underwear to roll down, just… enough. Feeling the cool air on her slickened bared skin, she swore her swollen lips separated as she imagined him looking there.
From behind her, a faint growl said she’d found the right gesture.
With the ankle-attached chain dragging over the floor, she went to all fours then waggled her ass, rotated it, letting him see what she had to offer between her legs.
She angled her head to see him.
This is when she needed a heavenly choir to sing, with the voices echoing faintly across this immense space like a space opera reaching its battle climax, as he undid the buttons on his pants, pulled them down, and shucked them, kicking them aside.
She’d always had a good imagination.
But she’d never imagined what was in his pants. His cock was more than impressive; the word stupendous came to mind. It had knobbles. It had bumps. Blue motes danced and swirled on the skin.
She was sure it must rival stone for hardness.
Holy fuckedness, she said in awe in her mind then almost out loud, except he distracted her, for he’d kneeled behind her with that destructive weapon aimed at her pussy. One hand pulled at her butt to position her and to thumb her open. She whimperedin staccato gasps as he leaned in to slowly slide the head up and down her slit. To push at her. To shove.
“Fuck.” She braced herself. Desire soared, overwhelming her.
Groaning, with her hands flat to the floor and her butt pushed high, she wished he’d grab the collar at her neck, hold her in place, and thrust that cock fully into her. And was afraid he would.
Becausethatmight break her in two.
“Like it, hmmm?”
“Never!”
“Liars get punished.” He poked at her and entered her with barely a spit’s worth of dick. “And teased.”
Hardness verified.She moaned and lowered her head, feeling every part of this contact. The communication of heat between them was scintillating. Slippery, he rocked into her again.
Her wetness welled, her lower lips parted and swelled, making the touch of him electrifying. Hot. Her entrance tingled with a thrill that thrummed higher. Her nipples popped outward, and then… then he pushed another small distance inside her, his cock barely in, and… he stopped.
Letting her adjust to him, but she wantedmore.
Her mouth fell open.
