I plunged my fingers into her, the wet heat of her pussy and the come coating my fingers more than enough lubrication. Veyka arched her back, a feral moan echoing beyond the linen constraints of our tent for the entire terrestrial army to hear.
Yes, my queen, let them hear the sounds of your pleasure, my beast growled. My mouth was too busy for words now that I had full access to her breasts. The hand that was not pounding into her pussy cupped one breast, pinching the nipple up to my waiting lips. I circled it once with my tongue before sucking it between my teeth, nipping hard enough to elicit another cry of pleasure from Veyka. She was such a magnificent creature, my mate. She did not hesitate to be exactly who and what she was. She did not hide herself from the world or apologize. She let them hear me worshipping her because she knew that she deserved it.
Already her pussy started to pulse. Torturing me had driven her to the edge as well.
I curled my fingers inside of her, over that textured cluster of nerves that ornamented her inner walls. Once more. Then I withdrew my hand, coated now in the mingled nectar of both our pleasure.
Veyka’s next cry was followed by a string of reproachful curses, but I only smiled.
My cock was ready.
Pulling away from her was a physical pain, but I took the two desperate steps to the free-standing lamp a yard from the bedroll. I’d never envied elemental powers until that moment, when I could have stayed with my hand buried inside her pussy and simultaneously lit fire in the lamp.
“Brutal… fucking… prince,” she huffed, rising up on her forearms.
I grabbed her hips and dragged her to the edge of the bedroll. The wooden platform of our bed was a definite improvement to sleeping on the ground. Now we’d see just how sturdy it was.
The fire I’d lit in the lamp flickered, throwing undulating light across the tent. But I could see her pussy clearly, and that was all that mattered. I watched as my own fingers dipped to spread her pussy lips, my other hand curled around the base of my cock as I guided myself to her entrance.
She was watching, too. Braced on her forearms, we watched together as her pussy lips stretched around my cock, taking the head and then resisting. A low growl built in my chest as I pressed forward, past the slight resistance until my shaft started to disappear into her as well.
Veyka’s sharp inhale, the desperate sound she made as I slid in that last inch, was almost enough to make me come again. I slid my gaze up her body, savoring the sight of her stomach, curled up into rolls of delicious soft flesh as she leaned forward to watch me take her. Then her breasts, wobbling with each shaking breath. She was so desperate for me, she didn’t even meet my eyes at first. She was too busy rolling her hips, fitting me in as tight as she could, hungry for every tiny fraction of an inch I had to give.
“Such a needy thing,” I murmured, watching her watching us.
Her eyes snapped to mine, the blue rings of desire burning bright enough to light the tent all on their own. “I will always need you.”
She held my gaze for another second, then she planted her hand on my chest and shoved me backward. I hadn’t even realized that I’d leaned forward, so eager to be close to her. But the demand was clear. She wanted to watch.
I hooked my arms under her knees so I could fuck her harder.
Every stroke into her was better than the last. Then I withdrew, saw my cock glistening with her juices, and I took her again. The tension was building with every beat of our hearts in time with our thrusts. Veyka slid her hand between us, touching her swollen clit. I tried to reach for her to do it myself, but she shoved my hand away, returning it to where it had gripped her thigh. She’d have marks in the morning from my fingertips, but I knew we’d both look on them with pleasure.
She arched against me, her eyes flickering closed. She was close—so close she’d almost forgotten.
“Watch me come inside of you, Veyka,” I ordered. “Do you see how your pussy takes me, every inch? I can’t…”
Fuck, I was losing control. I tried to hold it back, but it was impossible. I ground myself into her, my thrusts turning small and desperate, my orgasm completely taking over all other thoughts.
Veyka threw back her head, her fingers stilling over her clit as she whimpered through her own climax.
I lost control.
Veyka’s response to that thought was a low, sultry laugh that I felt in the corners of my mind and warm against my skin.
Maybe she’d already realized what I hadn’t until that moment. With Veyka, I was never in control.
“Veyka? Veyka, can you hear me?”
It was still dark outside.
“Go away,” Veyka groused, burrowing deeper against my chest. My beast growled in agreement, but I ignored him.
It took me several seconds to orient myself. My battle axe was in my hand before I’d even consciously thought about grabbingit, three hundred years of battle and bloodshed conditioned to a point beyond thinking.
But there was no disturbance outside our tent. The camp was quiet—as quiet as an army camp ever was.
“Arran?”
