If the Lure had her, why’d she look almost normal? Her eyes were clear, though Cyn was not as wild as he remembered. Gentler. Less ready to snark at him.
“Was it the coming of night, girl? Did it fade the Lure?”
She nodded then wriggled her shoulders and whined as if she wanted to hug him. Not speaking yet? That was the Lure. Again, he hesitated. Surely letting her go would be unwise? His cock rode between her legs, pulsing at the feel of her, at the promise of being buried in her, and the leggings were in the way.
“These, are fucking coming off.”
“Mmm.” She bit his neck and hung on with those little teeth of hers, sending heat shimmying through him, down his spine, all the way down to his balls.
Grinding his cock into her made her teeth release from his neck, and her head fell back. The black leather collar he’d put on her slid on her skin. He never thought about those much, but yeah, he adored that mark of his ownership. She shuddered, her eyelashes fluttering, her mouth parting in a quiet moan.
He reached down and clawed his hand into the cloth at her waist. Tearing her leggings off was probably not the best way to do this. Finding new clothes might be difficult. His throat closed in, then he managed to say the words that needed saying.
“I’m going to fuck you on this desk and then… once you can talk, you will tell me what that bastard Rutger did to you.”
With one hand on her back to stop her falling and the other at the waistband, he dragged the leggings past her butt and rolled them to her knees, but that made opening her legs enough impossible. He let out a growl of exasperation. Should’ve torn a fucking hole in the crotch after all.
On the other hand… He pulled her forward and lowered her so she lay flat on her back on the desktop, then tipped her legs up with her knees held high. It exposed her cunt, perfectly. Excellent fucking position.
His wings unfolded in recognition of his slightly unhinged state.
Undoing the zip on his pants took one second.
Feeling her slit and slipping two fingers inside to check her readiness took a few more.
Her pussy was so wet, swollen, and rosy pink that he had to hold his breath and stare.
“Fuck.”
She squirmed again, moaning, breath hitching as he finger-fucked her a few times. “Enticing little bitch.”
Cock in hand, he watched her face, the bite of her lip and her sweet fascination as he lined up and began to squeeze inside her. With her legs together it was tighter than he remembered. So incredibly soft, hot, and slippery. The perfect foil for his hardness.
Then, as he shoved, pushing into her cunt and fucking her with the first full-length thrust, her eyes widened, and she sat up as much as she could.
“Wait!”
Words. She spoke. He eyed her, still buried in her, grunted a query.
“You don’t need to.”
He almost choked. “What the fuck?”
Need? He had enough need to do this to her for the next hour, over and over, in every goddamned hole. If only an enemy attack wasn’t a worry.
He shut his eyes and be damned if her cunt didn’t squeeze in on him again. Vargr swore a curse that trailed off into a strangled groan.
When he opened his eyes, he caught a smirk disappearing off her face.
19
Cyn tried notto pant too hard or laugh. His cock was jammed in her to the hilt, and the stretch on her pussy felt amazing. Big man, hell to the yeah. His wings loomed above with water pattering off one wingtip. Her throat closed in at the sight, then she noticed his face.
With his eyes squished shut and that deep crease between his eyes, Vargr looked agonizingly exasperated at her words. Her mouth twisted as she wrestled to control her expression.
That look was so amusing.
He opened his eyes and saw her smirk.
