Her world narrowed to his command. The fight went out of her. She wanted to be owned by him. Her body went partially limp, her legs falling to the bed on either side of him.
“Yours,” she agreed in a voice that was barely audible.
She wanted him to mark every inch of her. She wanted the sharp pain of his bite, the pain of his hands grabbing her, and the pleasure of everything he did.
“Good human,” he said and dipped his head down to suck her other breast into his mouth. He reached his free hand between them, and she heard fabric rip. He tossed away her pants. Well, part of her pants. There was more ripping and more bits wentflying. After shredding that garment, it only took one well-placed claw for him to flay open her panties.
When his fingers dipped between her folds, she lifted her hips, desperate for a firmer touch.
Something dripped onto her chest, and the smell of honey hit her. There were more drips, then he pulled his mouth off her nipple to start rubbing his face over her chest. The scent of honey grew as something like oil spread across her skin.
Scent glands! Talins had scent glands and bonding oil. It felt so good on her skin. Warm and tingling. It reminded her of the expensive body oil she’d gotten as a gift several years ago.
“Myrum!” she moaned as he spread the oil over her breasts and sternum. He moved lower, rubbing his cheeks over her belly. He wasn’t able to go any lower while still holding her hands, so rearing up, he grabbed a length of pants half hanging off the bed. He tied her wrists together, but there was nothing to secure them to so he grabbed her jaw again.
“Keep them there!” he ordered, showing teeth.
Who knew she liked being ordered around like this? Well, after she got to fight and struggle for a while.
“Say ‘yes, master,’” he said, squeezing her jaw.
Slick flooded her pussy. “Yes, master.”
“Good girl,” he said, then pulled in a deep breath through his nose. “By the ancestors, you smell good.”
She could say the same thing about him, but then he moved down her body and roughly shoved her legs apart. Cool air wafted over the most intimate parts of her. The next thing she knew, his mouth was on her.
She didn’t know you could be punched by a climax, but that’s what happened. It hit her so hard, it pushed all the air out of her lungs in a woosh.
Gasping and flailing, her mouth opened and closed, unable to make a sound. It was so powerful it almost hurt.
When she was able to get breath back in her lungs, she cried out, grabbing hold of something over her head and pulling hard. It helped keep her from flying away.
Myrum didn’t give her a chance to recover. She was still convulsing when he lifted his face from between her legs and pulled her hips up.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he demanded, shoving his pants down. His cock was out and proud, making her mouth water. She wanted to taste it, but her master wanted to do something else.
She was clumsy, and he had to help get her legs up, but once they were hitched over his hips, it was easier to hold on.
As she tightened her legs, she felt the tip of his dick press against her core. Yes, this was what she wanted. She tried to press her pelvis up, but he shifted so she couldn’t impale herself.
“Now,” she demanded.
Myrum responded with a growl and grabbed her face, forcing her head to the side. Putting his mouth to the untouched side of her neck, he bit down at the same time he thrust into her.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as another orgasm exploded through her.
Myrum pressed her into the bed as he pounded her body, intensifying the pleasure. It wasn’t long before his thrusts were irregular and he opened his mouth against her throat and roared. She felt warmth flood inside her.
After a few more slow, sensual undulations within her, Myrum withdrew and collapsed onto the bed next to her. He took her with him, and she ended up sprawled across his chest. It only took one languid movement for him to free her wrists.
She didn’t try to move. She was perfectly content to stay draped across Myrum.
“We bought all these toys and didn’t use a single one,” she whispered with a breathless laugh.
“Next time,” Myrum said with an amused rumble.
“Next time we’re tying you up,” she whispered. “So I can play.”
