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I bent over her, capturing one nipple between my lips, and she moaned softly, her fingers tangling in my hair. The taste of her—sweet and warm—sent a jolt straight to my cock. I sucked gently, my tongue swirling around the thick bud, and she whimpered, her back arching off the mattress.
Another spurt of milk hit my tongue and I groaned, swallowing it down. Mayhap her body was preparing for a bairn within the next fortnight.
My free hand found her other breast, kneading the soft flesh, teasing the nipple until ‘twas just as hard, just as leaking as the other. She was panting now, her hips shifting restlessly against me, and I could smell her arousal, sweet and intoxicating.
Fook, I needed to feel her pleasure.
My cock was iron-hard, aching, but I forced myself to focus on her. I released her nipple with a gentle pop, my tongue dragging against her skin as I moved to the other breast and the milk beading there. She tasted like home, like something made just for me, and my Kteer howled in my chest demandingly.
Take taste fook claim now mine CLAIM
But not yet.
I dragged my hand down her body, slipping beneath the hem of her chemise. Her skin was fever-hot, her thighs already parting for me as my fingers found the damp curls between her legs. She was soaked, her cunny slick and swollen, and when I stroked her folds, she bit her lip to stifle a gasp.
“Oh, God, Maardok—”
I growled against her breast, my fingers sliding deeper, finding her entrance. She was tight, wet, and when I brushed my thumb over her clit, she jerked, her nails digging into my biceps.
I knew what she liked. I remembered the way she’d writhed beneath me before, the way her breath hitched when I used just the right pressure.
So I gave it to her.
The callused pad of my thumb circled her clit, firm and steady, while I stroked her teasingly. Her hips rocked into my touch, her breath coming in sharp little pants. I could feel her pulse fluttering against my lips, and her cunny clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.
I slipped a finger inside her and she clenched around me, her inner walls hot and slick. Fooking perfect.
“That’s it, dkaar,” I murmured against her tit, my voice rough. “Take what ye need.”
She was trembling, her body coiling tighter, and I added a second finger, curling them just the way she liked. Her breath hitched, her thighs trembling as I worked her, my thumb never leaving her clit.
“Maardok—I am—”
“Aye, my firebrand,” I growled, and then I sealed my mouth over hers, swallowing her cry as her body seized.
She came with a muffled scream, her cunny pulsing around my fingers, her back arching off the bed. I kept stroking her, drawing out every last tremor, my cock throbbing painfully as she shuddered beneath me.
When she finally went limp, her body boneless, I slowed my touch, easing her down. Her breath was ragged, her lips parted and her eyes closed, and I pressed a kiss to her forehead before carefully withdrawing my fingers.
She was already half-asleep, her body heavy and warm against mine. I adjusted her chemise to cover her, my cock still aching, but I ignored it. She needed rest.
And fook, I’d take care of her.
Always.
By noon the next day, I needed to remind my Kteer of that vow more than once. The damned thing was thrumming in irritation, and I couldn’t understand why. Aye, my cock was aching with unfulfilled lust, but ‘twas not the first time, nor would it be the last. Why did my chest feel itchy, as if I were missing something important?
I couldn’t complain about my companions, truth be told.
Ewan had been up before dawn, same as me, to begin to pack. We allowed Cataline to sleep as long as possible as we loaded the horse with all the supply bundles we’d made the night before, and only woke her when we needed to tie up the blankets.
When we were finally ready—and I deemed the pair of them wearing sufficient clothes—the poor horse could barely be seen beneath the straps and bundles.
Unfortunately, Cataline had taken one look at the animal and stopped in her tracks.
“Where is its saddle?” She whirled to glare at me. “When you were teaching Ewan to ride, I assumed the saddle was in the barn.”
I shook my head in confusion.
