“I’ve never been with a—”
“I know,” he said before she could finish. “And that means you’ll only ever be mine, Audrey. No other male will have you.” He leaned back and looked down at the leathers she wore. “You’ll never know what it feels like to have any cock but mine. You’ll never know the feeling of a male’s hands on you but mine.” He looked into her eyes, knowing she could sense how serious he was. “You’ll never carry another male’s young but mine.” She breathed harder, faster, and he allowed his inner savageness to come forth, the beast that made his fangs come out, and his eyes change when he was aroused or in battle. “Now,” he said and heard the deepness, the distortion n his voice from his primal side. “Get undressed for me, mate.”
She swallowed, and after a moment passed she gripped the laces of her leather shirt and started loosening them.
He started breathing harder the longer he stared at her, watched her get nude for him alone. Styx wanted her, that was undeniable, and he didn’t hide the animal that always lurked beneath his flesh, buried deep down and waiting to emerge.
But it wasn’t buried now, and instead was right at the surface, making itself known.
She looked at his mouth and then back at his face. “I’m nervous.”
“Trust me to make things right and good with you.” Never had Styx felt so … compassionate toward another being.
But Audrey made him feel so alive, made him feel whole even. He had her up in his arms seconds later, turned, and walked them over to the pallet he slept on. It was bigger for both of them, and he wanted as much room to worship her as possible.
Once she was lying on her back, her leathers already removed, Styx took a step back and admired the view.
He stood there for long moments just staring at her, and then in his gruff voice said, “Open for me, mate. Let me see what I’ll be claiming, marking tonight.”
It took her a moment to comply, but he scented her arousal, so he knew she was right here with him.
When her thighs were open and her pussy was on clear display, a harsh groan left him. He was on his knees before her seconds later, the beast in him that demanded he claim, mate, and breed his female, rising up like an impatient bastard.
Styx smoothed his hands up her legs, over her thighs, and curled his fingers into her soft flesh. He pulled her thighs apart even farther. He leaned in until there was only an inch separating their mouths, and his cock, covered still in his leathers, was pressed against her inner thigh.
“Gods, Styx,” she whispered, her mouth brushing against his as she spoke. “I want this so badly I can taste it.”
He leaned back just an inch and lowered his gaze to her chest, saw her breasts rise and fall violently with her increased breathing, and felt his mouth water. “I crave your surrender, but also get harder because of your strength.”
A small noise of need left her.
“Do you want to give yourself to me right now?” He needed to hear her say it, to beg for it.
“Yes,” she whispered, and he looked at her face, gauging her reaction. “And I think that frightens me most of all, Styx.”
He loved it when she said his name.
“How wet are you for me, my female?”
She licked her lips and breathed out slowly. “So wet,” she said almost inaudibly.
“And it’s all for me?”
She nodded.
“Tell me.”
“It’s all for you. Only for you.”
He made a low, pleased sound in the back of his throat. Styx slipped his hand between her legs while still staring at her. But he didn’t touch her pussy right away, just kept his fingers poised right on her inner thigh, right by that crease where her leg met the tight, hot little part of her. Styx felt the heat from her cunt instantly and didn’t stop the animalistic sound that left him because of it.
Pulling her leg even farther out with his other hand, he didn’t deny either of them. He touched her pussy.
She opened her mouth and gasped.
He spread his fingers through her wet, soaked slit, and grunted in arousal.
“Yeah, you want this, mate.”
“Gods, Styx,” she whispered.
“Tell me, beg me, wife.”
She didn’t speak for long seconds, but finally licked her lips and nodded. “I want this, want you, Styx.”
He growled, because that’s all he needed to hear to finally claim his mate.
Chapter Nine
Am I really doing this?
Right now she was trying to only think about what they were doing, and not about if she should or shouldn’t be so submissive and willing.
But I want to be this way. I want this with him.
Styx tempted her darkest desires, made her question what she’d ever wanted out of life. Before him and this situation she’d never thought about what she wanted for a future. It had been about surviving, spending time with her mother and brother, and doing the same thing the next day.