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“I need you at least half as desperate for me as I am for you.”
She opened her mouth to retort, but then she was on her front, her legs being spread wide and her knees pushed up under her. “Yesyesyes,” she sang when his cockhead teased her entrance.
“Once I start, I won’t stop.” The words fell hotly against her ear. “Good,” she growled, setting her teeth in the meat of his forearm.
Stretched wide, full to the brim, pinned beneath him, Aislinn could only lay there. Her ears rang, her mind struggled to form a thought other than—more, move, please!
She didn’t know where to focus or what to think. Reduced to only movement, she could do nothing but receive his brutal lovemaking.
He reached inside her with every stroke, emptying her of all that came before. She cried out when he retreated, only to cry out in ecstasy with his return.
His hips lost their rhythm, and as he snarled with release, she thought she finally understood what it meant to be rutted. She had no idea, though.
Her body never wanted to give him up, never wanted to let go.
She’d hardly caught her breath before he rolled both of them this time, putting her above him. Still buried inside her, he guided her hips with those big hands to find a rhythm. Aislinn could hardly hold herself up, but she splayed her hands across that glorious chest and moved, chasing down another searing climax.
His cock sank inside, and he told her in a rumbling growl to play with her breasts. She did mindlessly, her limbs boneless, her breasts overstimulated. He watched her avariciously, thrusting harder whenever she kneaded or played with herself.
It wasn’t until the gray light of predawn filtered through the small window that he relented. Aislinn fell exhausted into the blankets and let him arrange her how he wanted, spread over him like another blanket.
The love of her people was certainly something to admire, but he could love her better. He could give her everything else. He’d give her himself, be her mate in every way, her husband if she wanted it. Without the title of lady, she could have everything.
Chief engineer?
In the fortnight since first laying with him, she’d come to not only crave her blacksmith’s touch but need him in a way she hadn’t anyone else before. She went to him with her worries and problems. Some afternoons they spoke of nothing but forging or gardening or old orcish legends. Not everything was about sex—not every meeting led to a liaison;
There were even times when…when he pulled her back from the brink of a fit. Overwhelmed with her duties, exacerbated by the fractured state of her relationship with Brenna, frustration and anxiety had nearly gotten the better of her twice now. Each time, she made it to Hakon, and somehow, he made it all right.
“Vinya aren’t your garden roses. They are the mountain roses that bloom along the slopes of Kaldebrak. They defy the mountain, clinging to the rocks.” His hands slid up her body to cradle her breasts, his fingertips sinking into the plush flesh. “They are hearty, determined. They weather every storm, only to bloom brighter after the rain. That is why you are vinya—you are all this and so much more.”
His purr deepened into a lusty growl as her hand traced down his body to take hold of his cock. She guided him into her body, and with a smooth stroke, he slid deep inside her.
The water lapped gently at them, hardly disturbed as she held his face in her hands and he held her hips in his, guiding their lovemaking.
When climax finally came, it was no less devastating for its gentleness. Aislinn clutched him to her in every way she could, holding on as she came apart in every way imaginable.
A woman who could do anything, one who had everything she could ever want. Him. I just want him.
“What if I told you I had ideas of seducing you right here in the rose garden?” “I’d tell you it wouldn’t be difficult.”
He wasn’t so calm when she reached into his trou and pulled out his hardening cock. Her soft hands pumped him with deliberate strokes, and Hakon’s mouth fell open when that golden head dipped and those rosy lips stretched around his cockhead.
“Shh,” she hummed around him, “someone might hear.” Gritting his tusks against his gums, Hakon rumbled with frustrated hunger. So this was her true game. Test his control, his patience as she played with him.
It felt like a long while before she had mercy on him, swirling her tongue one last time around the cockhead and across the slit before crawling up his body. His greedy hands were there to meet her, helping her gather her skirts so she could grip him to guide into her weeping cunt.
“Fates,” he hissed as her soft flesh kissed his cock, “you burn hotter than my forge.”
With little circles of her hips, she worked him deeper until, with a mischievous bite of her lower lip, she let herself fall the rest of the way. She bared her teeth to hold back her moan as she impaled herself on his throbbing cock.
“Do you know how it feels to have you like this?” she asked him breathlessly. “To have such a big, strong man beneath me?” “Like the goddess you are.” She smiled wide. “Exactly.”
Hakon thrust his hips up to meet her, needing as deep inside as he could be, needing to be a part of her now, later, always.
soft moan escaped her lips as she melted onto his chest. She pressed her ear to his chest, where she had to hear his heart thundering, all her doing, all for her. His cock began to soften, but still she didn’t move nor try to pull away. Hakon held his mate there in the garden, warmed by the sun and her affection.
He wanted her in all ways, but most especially to hear her screams of pleasure echoing through the trees. He wanted to fill her with his seed, see it spill out of her with her slick to soak the soil. It would be their land, their home.
“In spring, I’ll lay you down in the flowers there and take you under the full moon.” Her cheeks darkened with a blush, and she buried her face against his chest. “Is that a promise?”
Hakon grinned, heart almost painfully full. He would promise her everything if she was ready to hear it. He intended to give her everything, too. Their life together was nothing but promise, full of possibilities, and he awaited it with impatience.
“Horses are a herd, wolves are a pack. I wonder what a group of siblings is called,” laughed Aislinn. “A hassle,” Sorcha replied with a mock grumble.
That was the plan, at least. And plans had a way of going awry.
He spun her round to untie the laces of her stays. Her gown loosened, and he couldn’t resist dropping kisses on the curve of her neck and shoulder as the fabric fell away.
When she stood naked before him, he had to stop and run his hands along the curves of her waist, feeling her perfection for himself.
“Hold onto the headboard.” Her brows arched. She climbed in after him, throwing her leg over his waist to straddle him. He filled his hands with her backside and pulled her up his body. “I want you on my tongue, vinya. Let me taste you.”
When she bent for a kiss, he gave her a quick one before swatting her backside. “Other lips.” She gasped at his vulgarity before finally straightening. Hands on the headboard for balance, she placed her knees on either side of his head.
His purr buzzed on his lips as he closed them around her clitoris, making her jerk, but he held her again, forcing her to take all he meant to give. Hakon feasted.
She tasted primal, like spring rain and fresh earth and lightning strikes. He bathed himself in her, tongue flicking and circling and spearing inside to drink from the source.
He gorged himself on her cunt, his hunger growing with every stroke of his tongue. His cock leaked spend along his belly, his bollocks pulsing with need, but he was too enamored of her to stop.
Her hips rocked against his face until he was raw, chasing down every shred of pleasure, and it was glorious
He could spend all his days just like this and be the happiest male who ever lived. He felt the last of her pulsing orgasm with his tongue buried inside her.
“You’ve ruined me, vinya,” he said as he teased his cockhead against her entrance. Aislinn moaned and arched in welcome. He slid through her slick then inside with ease. Pushing inside her was like coming home, the hot give of her body so exquisite, it bordered on pain.
He fell upon her, claiming her mouth as his hips thrust her into the bed. Her nipples pressed into his chest, hard points against his pebbling skin. Her hips rolled to meet his, an insatiable pace that lacked rhythm or finesse. They chased down their pleasure together, desperate and wild.
He would have made her happy in that meadow. He would have built them a good life, full of happy days and warm nights. That wasn’t to be. And for the first time, Hakon knew that was all right. Pulling her close, he held her tight to his chest as he told her, “I choose you, Aislinn. Today, tomorrow, for always.”
“My loyalty, my strength, my heart, all of it is already yours, whatever you decide. In return, I ask only for you. I do not want title nor position, only to stand beside you. To be your mate, your husband, and the father of your children should you choose to have them. That is all I ask, for that is all I need in this world. Just you, vinya.
She moved before she realized it, stepping down from the dais to the three suitors knelt there. Aislinn had eyes only for one, coming to stand before her blacksmith. Her mate. She sat upon his knee—choosing him for all to see.
For his help, though, he asked one promise of Hakon. He agreed without thought or care, already halfway down the lane back to the Brádaigh estate.
That's not going to come back to bite him
When he reached down to feel how her cunt burned for him, his purr deepened. “My good mate,” he rumbled, “how you burn for me. Do you want to feel how I burn for you?” Her needy moan was his answer, and he guided her hand to take hold of his straining cock.
Seating himself to the hilt, Hakon came home.
