When I was naked beneath him, Andreas growled—not a frightening sound, but one of appreciation. He bunched a fur up, folding it beneath my hips as he held me up with just one hand.
“Comfortable?” he asked, lowering me down.
Sure, maybe, but I could hardly think about that when he was tracing his hands over my legs, spreading them apart, looking at me like he wanted to devour every inch of me.
Breath hitching on every inhale, I nodded, shimmying my heels across the bed to spread my legs wider.
Andreas’s approving chuckle made me wish he’d pin me down and take me swiftly.
He didn’t. Instead, he forced me to watch as he found his oil and spread it over his thick fingers. He slipped one inside me, and I wanted to howl for him to hurry the fuck up and take me, but I could only clutch at his shoulders while he kissed his way down my chest.
The flat of his tongue laved over my cock, working from the very base of it to the tip before he swirled around and sank his lips around the whole thing.
Then he did the most dastardly thing of all—he looked up at me through his dark lashes, his eyes glittering like sapphires, and he hollowed his cheeks.
Groaning, I threw my head back. My ass clenched around his finger, but another growl rumbled in his throat, making it vibrate against the head of my cock. The second I relaxed, he worked another finger into me.
In and out, quick and efficient, until my body got used to the feeling and I relaxed for him all the way. I wanted him. Wanted to take him while he pressed me down into the bed. Wanted to belong here always.
He seemed to get the message, because he pulled his fingers out, crawled up my body, and hitched one of my legs over his forearm to hold me open. With his other hand, he spread oil on his thick cock and held it steady.
I whimpered when he pushed inside, dragging him down until his body trapped mine beneath him, a wonderful weight holding me still. The way he’d arranged the fur held me in just the right place for him to get the leverage he needed. He snapped his hips forward and I yelped, pressing my teeth against his bare shoulder.
“You like that?” He leaned back, looking at me with a toothy smirk.
“Harder,” I begged. I never wanted to doubt that he’d fucked me too, taken me exactly how he wanted me.
How was he sweet about it, when he thrust roughly into me and moved his hips, grinding in a deep circle that worked my balls against his lower belly? It was like he meant to drive me crazy and take me apart in every way.
I clung to him, desperate and needy and?—
Please want me.
I didn’t say it—couldn’t really say anything right then—but I put the wish out into the universe because I needed it. Andreas had hated me, but if he could change, if he could want me, love me, maybe I wouldn’t be quite so lost.
He kissed me everywhere he could reach, teasing my nipples with his teeth and sucking the sensitive skin of my neck and being an absolute menace as he kissed my flushed ears. They’d always been sensitive, and I’d swear the whole world had turned to sparkling pleasure all around me.
When he finally made his way to my lips, I was a mess, open-mouthed and panting. “Touch me,” I pleaded against his lips.
He was. He was touching me everywhere. But I wanted?—
That.
He wrapped his hand around my cock and moved his hips fast, matching his grip to the pace. On a broken cry, I came, jerking in his hand and shooting between our bodies.
A few more thrusts, and he came too, his face buried against my neck, praising Nye for?—
For me.
When he slipped out, he rolled off me, but that wasn’t the end of it. No, he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me on top of him, a warm, living cushion I wanted to wrap myself around and keep.
As much as I wanted clarity, I allowed myself a moment to enjoy this. Andreas no longer hated me, at the very least. He’d fucked me like he knew me—had paid attention to what I wanted and was perfectly pleased to service my every need.
And before I could drift off on that hazy sea of acceptance, we were interrupted.
“I thought I heard fucking,” Harri announced merrily as the three of them marched into the cave.
“I take it you’ve come to your senses, finally?” Bran cocked his head at Andreas. There was no way I was getting in the middle of that.
