She blinked up at me, as if searching my face to see if I was just trying to make her feel better.
“Honest,” I reassured her. “The sheriff won’t harm her. I’m sure of it…now tell me what the fuck happened to you.”
“First tell me what happened in Gowerton.” The more she dodged my questions, the more worried I got. “Are we getting married?”
As much as I wanted to press her for what had happened to her, I could see in her eyes she needed to hear something good. “You will be my wife, sweet Sara. My priest friend is riding behind me. He’ll be here in days and we’ll be married in a secret ceremony. I’m afraid it will only be you, me and Angelica, but that can’t be helped. Once it’s over, there will be nothing anyone can do about it.”
She wrapped her arms around me and nestled her cheek against my chest. “Something good at least.”
I carried her across the kitchen and laid her down on the daybed, kneeling beside her, with my arms still wrapped around her waist. The oil lamp illuminated her, so I could see her better.
“Now I’m going to ask you one more time,” I said, barely containing my anger. “If you don’t tell me what happened, I’m going to take it into my own hands. And I’m not responsible for who gets hurt if I do.” I traced the cupid’s bow of her lip, forcing myself to be calm for just a few moments longer. “So tell me what the fuck happened to you.”
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and nodded. And finally did as she was told.
My rage wasn’t red any longer. It was black. They’d put their fucking hands on my woman, my possession, my future wife. The thought of men anywhere near her made my blood fucking boil.
I’d already sworn to myself that I would kill them—and I would fucking kill them. I’d cut off pieces of them, feeding them bit by bit to the wolves for what they’d done. But first, I had an even more pressing need: to claim her as mine, once and for all. What I was feeling was the most primal of all human impulses. It was the only thing that mattered.
Breeding her to make her mine forever.
Her arms looped around my neck, needing me as much as I needed to be inside her, needing my strength, my security. Her sweet, warm breath hushed at my ear.
“I want you inside me, my king. I need to feel all of you.” Her words echoed my thoughts, her eyes flickering like green flames. “I want you, Bors. Feeling you filling me will make me feel better. It will make me feel safe.”
A flash of the animal inside me ignited, and there was no more holding back.
I grabbed her without finesse, flipping her over on the bed and pulling her up onto her knees in front of me. No other woman had ever or would ever exist; it was as if my past fell away entirely. In her, I had discovered both my purpose and my pleasure.
Kneeling behind her, I parted her ass cheeks and licked the opening of her pussy. At the same time, I circled her dark entrance with my thumb until it opened up enough for me to slide the rough tip inside. I needed her to fucking know, to fucking feel, that any other man risked his goddamned life by even looking at her. That she belonged to me.
“You are my possession, Sara,” I said between gritted teeth. “You called me your king and that is what I will be.” I pulsed my thumb into her ass with one hand, parted her slick pussy lips with my other, opening her up so I could tongue fuck her properly.
Between moans and whines, she said it over and over again, like the good little girl that she was: “I exist to worship all of you…my king.”
Her juices were all over my face. Hearing her call me that name had my cock tearing at its bonds to get to her. I ate her and her release covered me. I drank her down, but the more I had of her, the thirstier I got. She panted, twisting and mewling in the lamplight, grinding out a long snarl.
“What else do you worship?” I bit out, speaking directly into her cunt like it was the source of all truth.
Without a missing a beat, she answered. “I exist to worship…your cock. My king.”
“Fuck yes you do. And my cock will worship your pussy. They are King and Queen, one made for the other. Forever.”
I hiked her skirt over her ass, ripping her under clothes away then yanked my pants down. I was so hard for her, for the thought of breeding her, that my cock ached. Not even getting it out of my pants helped. The only salve for my throbbing cock would be the child I was going to fuck into her ripe womb.