Page 40 of Brigand

“No. No!”

“Violet,” he tsked. “A man can tell. Admit it.” He eased hispalm over the glowing globes of her ass, teasing her with occasional foraysbetween them. Her dampness swelled. She squirmed on his lap as he teased,bucking and sighing each time he brushed her clitoris. “You want this,” hehissed. “You want more. Say it.”

She growled as he came close then danced away. It was apetulant growl.

“Say it. Admit it.”

“Yes.” A whisper, spat out like bile.

He circled her nub. “What? I couldn’t make that out.”

“Yes!”

Elation slashed through him in harsh, hot shards. His pulsekicked up a notch. His cock lurched. A prickle rose at the nape of his neck.Hunger howled in his soul. Unable to resist, unable to think, really, he jammedhis fingers into her cunt.

She stiffened, bellowed, came around him.

Yes. Yes. Complete and utter satisfaction whipped throughhim. She was so wet, so tight, so incredibly hot, he nearly came himself. Buthe didn’t. He fought back the urge.

It was difficult.

He did not let her orgasm trickle away. Oh no. He reacheddeeper, stroked her harder, worked away inside of her, keeping her there in thetaut grip of bliss—coming again and again and again—until she was a panting,sobbing, limp mass dangling over his thighs.

Then like the beast she claimed he was, he laid her on thebed, on her belly. He undid the ties of his braes and hunched behind her,lifting her boneless body into position, covered her…and he drove home.

She engulfed him with a warm, wet heat. The sweetestembrace. The walls of her cunt fluttered around him. The intimate clench madehim mindless. She was exquisite.

He plunged into her body again and again from everyconceivable angle, reveling in her low moan, the way she braced herself andpressed back, taking him deeper, urging him on.

She thought him an animal? He would show her how an animalfucked his mate.

Wildly. With no restraint. He took command of her body.Complete domination. Violet was his and he would prove his claim like this.

Semen burned at the base of his cock, clamoring for release.He hissed a breath between his teeth as she came again, squeezing his cock inan agonizing grip. Passion possessed him. His thrusts went from long, hardplunges to short, deep, desperate lunges. Because the beast howled, becauseneed clawed, because he burned to underscore who held dominion here, he smackedher bottom once more.

And because with that smack she seized around him in a waythat sent knives of pleasure into his belly, he did it again and again.

And then he could do nothing. Nothing but sink his fingersinto the flesh of her hips and hold her in place as his body, his mind,exploded with sensation. He flooded her as jet after scorching jet flowed fromhis body into hers.

When it was all over, he didn’t withdraw. He stayed seatedwithin her. A reminder to her. A declaration.

She belonged to him.

At long last, he eased out and flipped her over and coveredher again, possessed her again, this time with his mouth, dominating her withhis lips and tongue.

That her response matched his soothed his soul. At least abit.

He raised his head and stared into her eyes. “You are mine,”he growled. “Mine.” He shook her. “Say it.”

“Y-yours.” Her voice trembled on the word. Her expressionwas sated, soft. He loved the way she looked in the afterglow of passion. Shestole his sanity. Words escaped him. He pressed a kiss on her forehead, tastingthe sheen of sweat. Then another on her cheeks, her lashes, the tip of hernose.

“Never run from me again,” he said, although this time itwas not a snarl. More of a plea. And then, bereft of all vigor, drainedabsolutely dry, he collapsed at her side.

The desire to sleep teased at the ragged edges of hisconsciousness but he didn’t succumb. He wasn’t stupid.

Before he drifted off, he went to the box where he kept hishunting supplies and found a coil of rope.

And he tied her to the bed.