“I bet I can
“I’m not going to do this.” She cringed. That probably would have sounded a lot more convincing if she weren’t panting when she said it.
“Do what?”
“Stop it!”
“Stop what?”
“You know most men try not to get me this angry.”
He stopped, his dark eyes burning into her very soul. “I’m not most men. I’m not a man at all.”
And that’s when Annwyl charged for the tent opening, but he caught hold of her before she could even get within arm’s length of it.
He pulled her to him, her back against his chest. He snatched the sword from her hand and tossed it across the tent. He leaned in close to her ear, while the hand on her waist skimmed under her shirt. “Forgive me, Annwyl.”
“No.”
His free hand pulled her long hair out of the way. His fingers brushing against the skin of her throat, causing her entire body to shudder. Her damn treacherous body. Then his hot mouth was on her neck, his tongue running along the side. The hand under her shirt went right for her bindings, gliding under them, pushing them out of the way.
It felt like her head and her body were completely separate. Her head kept screaming at her to pull away. Telling her to make him stop. While her body ignored her head. Instead, her body did things like reach her arms back so she could dig her fingers into his hair, while also stretching the entire length of her taut so his fingers against her swollen breasts would feel that much more wonderful. She hated her body. Hated its weakness. Clearly her body only thought about her immediate pleasure and not what this would all mean later. No, only her poor head thought about that.
He gripped her nipples with both of his large hands as he gently bit the flesh at her throat. He let the bite get a little harder, and Annwyl realized with horror that she rewarded his actions with a moan.
“Forgive me, Annwyl,” he said again, his voice a dark, husky whisper in her ear.
She knew she should just say it and get it over with. But she wanted him to make her say it, and he had a way to go before that happened.
“Never.”
No female had ever made him feel this way. Dragon or human. But Annwyl stood apart from the others. She wasn’t dragon. She wasn’t human. She was something more. She was his.
He pulled the shirt off her body and tore the bindings from her back. He turned her around, his gaze immediately falling on those breasts that he so loved. He gripped her close, leaning his head down, sucking a nipple into his mouth.
She moaned and leaned back, both her hands in his hair. He ran his tongue over the already hard nipple again and again, teasing it. Teasing her. Her grip on his hair tightened.
“Say it, Annwyl,” he demanded against her hot flesh. “Say you forgive me.”
“No.”
He slammed her against the wood table and ripped the breeches from her body. She let out a startled, hungry gasp and he leaned into her, running his tongue up her neck until he reached her mouth. He swiped his tongue along her full bottom lip. She leaned up, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. Her tongue sliding along his teeth, gliding along the inside of his mouth.
He ran his hand down her body and between her legs. Her head fell back as he slipped his finger inside of her, slowly moving in and out.
“Tell me, woman.”
“Go to hell.”
He jerked back startled. She stared up at him, her eyes full of lust and challenge.
“Want it that way, do you?”
He pinned her to the table with his body while his eyes wandered around the room. As the leader of the rebellion she received the best of what they could manage. That meant she had an actual bed. Made of a solid wood frame, it wasn’t very large, but long enough to suit her height. It would do quite nicely.
In seconds, he caught sight of what he needed lying on the floor, conveniently beside the bed.
“Come on then.”
He gripped her wrists in one hand, stepped back, and pulled her up.
She watched him with wary eyes as he dragged her to the bed. But when he reached down and snatched up a good length of rope that someone had been practicing knots on, she burst into laughter and began to fight at the same time.
“Not on your life, dragon!”
“You started this.”
“No I did not!”
He leered at her as he held her tight. Ignoring her struggles, he hauled her to the bed and threw her face down on the fur coverings. His knee, well placed, held her down.
“You bastard! Let me go!”
“No.” He mimicked her recent simple delivery as he took her wrists, bound them securely with the rope, and tied the end of the rope to the wood frame.
“Fearghus, let me go! Now!”
He ignored her, instead crouching by the bed and running his hand along the entire length of her body. She closed her eyes and gave a shuddering moan.
“Tell me what I want to hear, Annwyl. Tell me, and I’ll let you go.”
“No!”
In response, he slapped her rear.
Annwyl froze. Her eyes wide in shock. Did he just slap her ass? As if in answer, he slapped the other cheek.
She glared at him. “Have. You. Gone. Mad?”
He smiled at her and she couldn’t believe how beautiful he was. “Just forgive me. Unless, of course, you want me to . . .” He raised his hand above her rear. Annwyl snarled. How could she hate him and want him at the same time? How could she feel completely betrayed and still be having the time of her life?
Fearghus kissed her, taking her breath away as he smoothed his hand across her rear. He slid two of his fingers inside her. Already so wet and ready for him, her body offered absolutely no resistance.
He began again to slowly move his fingers in and out of her, making her writhe on the bed. She closed her eyes and moaned. The man must have some kind of spell he used on her. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could feel this good on its own. Her body tightened as heat spread across her groin and up her spine.
Then he stopped.
Annwyl’s eyes flew open and she groaned in frustration. “Don’t you dare stop!”
He stared at her mouth. “Then say it. Say you forgive me.”
She wanted him to finish. Wanted him to bring her the pleasure only he could. But she would never give in that easy. Unable to speak for fear she’d start begging, she shook her head.
He gently pushed her tangle of hair out of her face and stared at her. Her eyes boldly swept across his body, lingering on his erection. He growled in response, standing up. His body towering over her, Fearghus placed his knee on the bed and leaned in, his engorged cock right by her mouth. Without a second’s thought, she pushed her mouth onto it, taking in as much of it as she could until the head tickled the back of her throat. She began to deeply suck his shaft, while her tongue ran along the underside.
His eyes closed and he growled her name.
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