“Askme to kiss ye.”
Kiss me kiss me kiss me!
But I couldn’t speak, couldn’tthink. The dual sensation of his lips on my skin and his hardness against my desperate clitoris?—
I was going to come.
I was going to come, fromsparring.
“Vrogul!”
“Aye, lass.”
His tongue slid along the sensitive skin beneath my ear and I rocked forward again in shock when I realized ‘twasridged.
“All ye need to do is ask.”
Oh God, oh God.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I rocked against him, no longer caring if I appeared weak.
“I need…”
“I ken it,dkaar.”
Slowly, I felt him removing my sword from my fingers and wondered when he’d dropped his. His fingers—so big, so thick, callused, talented!—encircled my wrists, pressing my hands against the bark of the tree, claiming me.
Victory.
When he slid his hands down my arms, his tusks and tongue still teasing my throat most cruelly, I dropped my hands to his head, twisting my fingers through his braids.
Holding him against me.
“Ye’re mine, Rowena,” he growled against my skin as his hands slid to my sides, and up to cup my breasts through my bodice.
“I have won ye, wonthis. And I want my prize.”
Oh God, oh God.
I whimpered as I humped his leg like a bitch in heat.
“Vrogul!” I panted, ready to beg, if that’s what was necessary.
“Come for me,dkaar,” he commanded.
And my pleasure peaked.
“Please!”I wailed, giving in to the inevitable.
Before the word had left my lips, he was there, swallowing it. His tongue claimed mine as his fingers cupped my breast, and I camehardagainst his leg.
I have no idea how long my climax lasted. I was pinned to the tree by him, his thick cock throbbing against my navel, his lips and tongue teasing out my pleasure, nipping and sucking and causing me to moan as I clutched at him.
This kiss was naught like the first time we fought.
This was…a celebration. A celebration of victory.
But whose?
