Ironling (Monstrous World, #2)

by S.E. Wendel

Not like this, he told himself—and more importantly his beast. Not like this. She deserves much better. If he was to show her all that he could be for her, he could and would do better when he made love to her for the first time.

“You must be sure, vinya, for there will be no going back. Once I have you, you’ll be mine, do you understand?” He skimmed his lips across her brow, the whisper of a kiss, a promise of much more. “You’ll ruin me for any other, and I intend to do the same for you. So you must be sure.”

Hakon wrapped a fist around the angry cock bobbing between his legs and pumped. He hissed with hunger and desperation.

His hand slid up and down his throbbing shaft, collecting slick that leaked from the tip. Spend dribbled into the lake, and the water lapped at his legs as he worked himself mercilessly.

His hips thrust to the rhythm of that promise, and with one last brutal pump, Hakon released into the lake, his lips pulled back in a snarl. He heaved as the desire poured from him, and before he’d even finished, he threw himself into the lake headfirst.

Her fingers made idle circles around her right breast, and she swore it was warmer than the other, the memory of his mouth still burned into her skin.

And…the chance to be with Hakon, for however long, to whatever end, was worth the risk. Come what may.

That purr hummed against her lips, and when she gasped in delight, his tongue was there, chasing down hers. He sealed their mouths together in a hot rasp, a moan sounding from deep in his throat as he banded his arms around her back and lifted her off her feet.

“This goes however you want it to, vinya. I’m yours, tonight and all nights hereafter. But if you come to my bed, it’s as Aislinn. Just Aislinn. And I am just Hakon.” Fingers trembling ever so slightly, she reached up to cup his face. When he leaned into her touch and turned his face to kiss her palm, she couldn’t help but smile. “That’s all I want,” she assured him.

Her fingers strayed into the dimples winking at her from just above his buttocks, and she couldn’t help slipping one below the waistband of his braies. It took little effort to slide the damp linen over the rounded swells of his backside, and within one breathless moment, the braies pooled at his ankles on the floor and he was absolutely, gloriously naked.

Pulse beating a cacophony in her ear, Aislinn slid her fingers over the firmness of one buttock before trailing them over his flank and hip and finally rounded his other side to— Oh, bless his parents and every ancestor.

His large cock stood proud against his lower belly. The thick shaft sprung from a thatch of hair, with heavy bollocks tucked between his thighs. Green, with a large vein snaking up the underside, his cock looked like a handful even for him, the cockhead flared and almost angry looking, already leakin...

In truth, he didn’t want to stop her, but it was imperative that he do this correctly. Already dribbling spend, he wouldn’t survive her hands if she grasped him right now.

“Can’t I touch you?” “Fates, yes,” he groaned, “but if you touch me there now, I’ll flip you on your front and rut you through the bed.”

His mouth ran dry to see the shadowy contours of her, the thick thighs and rounded hips and feminine swell of her lower belly. Her heavy breasts pushed against the neckline, her nipples puckering against the fabric, begging for his attentions.

Her thighs were perfect handfuls, her calves shapely, and her ankles strangely precious.

“Oh, vinya,” he rumbled, filling his hands with her hips and drawing her to him, “you are perfection.”

With a moan, he buried his face between her breasts, breathing heavily of her scent. Perfect, she smelled so perfect. She smelled like home. Like his. Mate.

He huffed a laugh into the crook of her neck. “Are you ready for rutting?” Hakon slipped a hand between them, fingers seeking the warm cunt hidden between her thighs.

“Not quite yet,” he told her, “I’ve more work to do.”

One of her thumbs found and circled his nipple at the same moment her lips caught his tongue and sucked. Hakon rocked forward, cock thrusting against her thigh. “Fates,” he groaned.

Hakon set himself the enviable task of making love to her, one kiss at a time.

Her scent punched through him, no longer a hint but all-consuming. His chest rattled with a pleased growl, and he couldn’t help burying his face between her legs for a taste. Aislinn cried out and bucked as he ran his tongue from clitoris to cunt. “That,” she groaned, “that pleases me.”

Hakon rumbled in assent, savoring her moan when he rested his cock between the generous globes of her backside. He watched the shudder run up her spine, and she rocked back into his hips.

Rocking his cock against her in small, controlled movements, his other hand claimed what he’d been waiting so desperately for. The pads of his fingers slid through her slick, immediately soaked with her desire. He teased her clitoris for a moment, rewarding her patience, and devoured the sight of her rocking back into his hand, seeking her pleasure, her eyes shut and her lips parted in concentration.

“Hakon,” she groaned, “Hakon, Hakon…” “Just like that, vinya. Come for me just like that.” Her knuckles went white clutching the sheets, and with a little cry, she came apart under him. She clenched at his fingers, milking them and drawing them even deeper as her hips rolled against him.

He waited as long as he could, but her noises and the feel of her coming on his fingers shredded the last of his control and his sanity.

Looming over her, he used a hand to guide his cock through the hot, throbbing lips of her cunt. Coating himself in her slick.

Notching the head at her entrance, he pushed an inch inside before falling over her. She welcomed him with open arms, her thighs cradling his hips and ankles locking at the small of his back.

“Vinya,” he grated against her cheek as he sank deeper. He pushed inexorably on, not quick and brutal like he wanted, but unstoppable nonetheless. Aislinn threw her head back, and he kissed the long line of her throat, feeling her moan vibrate under his lips.

“It hurts but good,” she murmured. “Good?” “So good.” She took a handful of his hair and yanked. “Don’t you dare stop.”

She gasped when he much more easily slid in another inch, and Hakon held her still as he worked himself in steady thrusts until, finally, thank all the gods old and new, he slid inside to the hilt.

An orcish curse fell from his lips at the sight of her around him. It was almost obscene, her pink flesh spread so wide, the dark green root of his cock disappearing inside her.

She met every thrust, hips rolling in tandem. Their slick dripped between them, coating his thighs and making the most obscene, delicious sounds.

“Perfect,” he rumbled, “you’re perfect.” “Hakon!” He consumed her plea, sealing their mouths together just as he sealed his cock inside her on a downstroke.

Aislinn’s head thrashed on the pillows, and he felt the powerful ripple of her release. Hakon buried his face in her neck and let go, pouring himself inside his mate. The wet slaps of their furious lovemaking were nearly lost to his blood rushing through him and the hard beat of her heart at his ear.

She would be his, one way or another, but now, at this very moment, he was hers. For always. “Th’rat rus tenyar,” he rumbled in orcish as he thrust one last time. You have my heart.

I will have her for always. He kissed that promise into her skin.

She couldn’t quite decide what was her favorite part of the previous night—having that monstrous cock buried inside her or falling asleep with her cheek squished to his hard chest.

“You have to keep your strength up.” “For what?” He smiled wickedly, and Aislinn realized he was flirting. Bending at the waist, he placed his lips just beside her ear to whisper, “For rutting.”

That deep, rumbling purr rattled to life in his chest, and Aislinn nearly choked to feel how quickly she ran slick at the sound.

She squeezed her thighs in anticipation. Aislinn couldn’t fathom days of lovemaking, let alone staying in bed that long.

“I won’t tell anyone,” her maid assured her. “Besides, you deserve this. The laying about and the handsome blacksmith.” Aislinn looked up in surprise. “I do?” “Of course.” Fia patted her arm. “He makes you happy.” So happy.

Fia pulled the door behind her, but before it closed, she leveled Hakon with a serious look. “And blacksmith? You make her happy or I’ll chop you up and feed you to the pigs. There won’t be anything left to find of you.”

His lips tickled at her ear, and flames licked through her body when he whispered, “Are you ready?”

She reached an arm back to bury her fingers in his hair. Aislinn hummed in pleasure. “And what does my captor intend to do with me?” “Anything he wants.”

The kirtle fell away from her chest, exposing her breasts to his waiting, greedy hands. He filled his palms with them, plumping the soft flesh to tease the callused pads of his thumbs over her nipples.

He threw his clothing aside without dropping her gaze, his eyes intense as he watched her watch him take his cock in hand and pump once, twice.

He lavished everywhere but her clitoris with attention, tasting and suckling until she whined and throbbed. Raking her fingers through his hair, she tried to pull him closer, to where she needed him, but he only smiled against her slick flesh and pressed lazy kisses to her inner thighs.

He took no mercy on her, swirling that wicked tongue and running a finger teasingly along the edge of her mons.