“Right here.” His voice was a challenge, low and daring.
My hands fisted the front of his tunic. “Someone could see.”
His eyes flicked to the shadowed ends of the corridor, the torchlight moving on the ancient walls. We were kind of hidden in the shadows, but still. Wolves had great vision.
“Then we better make it quick.” He grunted. I nipped his lower lip in answer, drawing a bead of blood that I licked away, the metallic tang mixing with his salt.
He made a rough sound, a guttural growl from deep in his chest, and backed me against the wall, his body pressing mine into the cool, uneven stone that bit into my spine through the thin fabric of my gown. The chill seeped into my skin, contrasting the fire building low in my belly. His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot below my ear with just enough pressure to send electric jolts straight to my core. I shivered despite the heat, my nipples peaking against the rough weave of my bodice, aching for touch.
His hands were already pulling up my skirt, bunching the fabric at my hips with impatient yanks, the silk whispering against my thighs as cool air kissed my exposed skin.
“If anyone comes-” I started, my heart hammering, glancing toward the arched doorway at the far end, where footsteps could echo any second.
“I will handle it.” His voice was a dark promise, fingers hooking the edge of my panties and tugging them aside roughly, the fabric scraping my inner thighs.
“How?”
“I will kill them,” he said, his fingers sliding through my wetness, parting my folds with a slick glide that made my breath hitch. I gasped at the contact, the rough pads of his fingers bumping my clit before moving lower, my hips jerking forward involuntarily, seeking more. “Or cut out their tongue. Whichever is faster. No one interrupts this, and no one sees what’s mine.”
“You’re insane-” The words cut off in a sharp inhale as he slid two fingers inside me, curling them against that spongy ridge deep within that made my knees buckle. If he hadn’t been pinning me with his weight, I would have slid down the wall in a puddle. The intrusion stretched me, his knuckles grinding against my entrance, the wet sounds of his pumping already echoing faintly off the stones.
“About you, yes.” He worked me expertly, thrusting his fingers in and out with a rhythm that built pressure fast, knuckles bumping my clit on each inward plunge while his thumb zeroed in on the swollen nub, rubbing firm circles that had my toes curling in my slippers. I had to bite down on my lip hard enough to taste blood to keep from crying out. The corridor was empty now, but sounds carried in these old stone hallways like whispers from ghosts, and a guard’s patrol could round the corner at any moment, drawn by a moan or a slap.
“Mal,” I breathed, my hips rolling against his hand, fucking back onto his digits, the coil in my gut tightening with each twist. My pussy clenched around him, juices coating his hand, dripping down to slick my thighs. “I’m so close. I want to come on your cock.”
“So demanding.” But his voice cracked with strain, and I could feel him grinding against my thigh, the thick ridge of his erection dragging over my leg through his pants.
He withdrew his fingers with a lewd squelch, and I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, my walls fluttering in protest. The sound of him working his belt open was obscenely loud in the quiet corridor, the clink of metal buckle, the rasp of leather sliding free, the rustle of fabric as he shoved his pants down just enough. Then he was freeing himself, and I looked down to see him fisting his cock, thick and rigid, veins bulging along the shaft, the flushed head already leaking pre-cum that glistened in the low light, a pearl of it beading at the slit.
“See what you do to me?” he said, stroking himself once, base to tip, a low hiss escaping his teeth as his hand twisted over the crown. “I have been like this since I saw you laughing with that guard. Hard as iron, balls aching to unload in you.”
“Pathetic,” I said, but my voice came out breathless, needy, my gaze locked on the way his fist pumped, imagining it buried in me instead.
“Completely.” He lifted me effortlessly, his hands gripping under my thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave prints, my back scraping the rough stone as he hoisted me higher. “Wrap your legs around me. Hold on tight.”
I did, ankles locking at his lower back, my heels pressing into the tense muscles of his ass, pulling him closer until the heat of his bare cock nudged my entrance, smearing pre-cum over my folds. The thick head pressed against me, spreading my lips apart, teasing the rim with shallow presses that had me clenchingaround nothing. I held my breath, the anticipation a knife-edge, the risk of voices from afar making my pulse thunder in my ears.
He pushed inside in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt with a force that rocked me up the wall, and we both groaned low. The sound bounced off the stones, too loud, too reckless, but I didn’t care now. He was so deep, his girth stretching my pussy wide, the veined length dragging along every ridge inside me, filling me so completely I could feel the throb of his pulse buried in my core, his balls snug against my ass.
“Holy fuck,” he breathed against my ear, hot air ghosting my skin, his stubble scraping my jaw as he nuzzled in. “You feel incredible. Gripping me like a fist, dripping all over my shaft. All mine.”
“Yours,” I agreed, my nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt, bunching the fabric as I clung, wishing we’d taken the time to undress, wished I could feel his skin against mine, but there was something filthy and thrilling about doing this half-clothed in a corridor where anyone could walk by.
He started moving, pulling almost all the way out, leaving just the flared head stretching my hole, before slamming back in, the stone grinding into my back through my dress with each impact. Each thrust drove the air from my lungs in sharp puffs, my tits bouncing under the bodice, nipples hard against the lace. I had to bite my lip raw to stay quiet, but it was torture when he felt this good, when every stroke nailed that deep spot inside me that made my vision blur at the edges, sparks igniting behind my eyes.
“That’s it,” he murmured, watching my face with dark, hungry eyes, pupils blown wide in the dim light. “Try to stay quiet. Ilove watching you fight it. Makes me want to make you scream anyway.”
“Please, please, fuck me harder,” I managed, barely a whisper, my voice trembling as another thrust punched the breath from me.
He complied, his hips snapping against mine with bruising force, the slap of his pelvis against my mound echoing like a drum in the corridor. One hand stayed under my thigh, holding me up and open, fingers bruising my flesh, while the other slid between us, calluses rough as he found my clit, swollen and slick. It was so hot for him to be holding me with just one hand. Fuck, he was strong.
“So swollen,” he said, pinching the sensitive nub lightly before circling it with his thumb, the pressure sending jolts up my spine. “So ready. You’re going to soak my cock when you come, aren’t you? Flood me with that hot cum, mark me as yours.”
“Yes,” I gasped, my head falling back against the stone, cool relief on my heated neck. “Fuck, right there.”
He thrust harder, his thumb grinding against my clit in tight, relentless circles that matched his pace. The pleasure was building fast, coiling tighter in my core with every brutal drive, my walls starting to flutter and squeeze around his invading length, the stretch burning sweetly.
“I would burn everything for you, little mate,” he said, his voice rough and wrecked, forehead pressed to mine, eyes fierce. “Every kingdom, every alliance. All of it. Just to keep this - to keep fucking you like this, raw and desperate.”
