Warrior's Pain (Cadi Warriors Book 4)(43)

Her scent had shifted, like her mood. Cyprian’s nostrils flared as he drew in the floral musk. He couldn’t help the smile that cracked his face, when Riley reached down and clasped his ass with her small hands.

“Bite my shoulder,” he demanded.

Cyprian never imagined he’d enjoy a female doing such an aggressive thing. But for some inane reason, Riley’s blunt teeth buried in his flesh, turned him on. A subconscious part of him interpreted it as a claim. He also liked the way her nails bit into the flexing muscles of his ass.

When Riley did as he commanded and bit down on his good shoulder, Cyprian thrust his shaft deeper into her body. Her teeth broke his skin, as he buried himself to the hilt. The sharp stinging sensation felt almost as good as her snug wet channel shuddering around his erection. Cyprian pulled back and thrust again.

“Fuck,” Riley husked as she threw her head back against the wall.

The sight of her parted ruby lips, as she panted, was a bewitching vision. When Riley rocked her hips, while flexing her inner muscles rhythmically, Cyprian nearly burst.

“Blessed Kali,” he growled as he gripped her lush rear tighter.

Holding back was becoming increasingly difficult. Little by little, the dormant beast within was slipping his control. Cyprian attempted to tighten the reigns, but his next thrust lacked restraint.

“What are you doing to me?” Riley gasped.

I could ask you the same.

Each time Cyprian stroked into Riley’s welcoming body, she met him with equal enthusiasm. He was certain she was intentionally, rhythmically squeezing his shaft, goading him on. When her deliberate motions turned erratic, Cyprian thrust harder. The fitful spasms racking her channel, made his shaft swell. His vision blurred. A searing heat shot up his spine. Cyprian repressed the roar forcing its way from his chest.

Cyprian pulled free of Riley’s glorious body, right as he was about to spill his seed. The beast within snarled at the injustice, but he shoved it down. She had him doing things that had far reaching implications. Riley made him forget where they were, and the dangerous game in progress.



Riley

Riley knew the instant Spawn bit her neck, that his kiss was drugged. Her blood heated, and every inch of her felt alive. The most delicious, erotic sensation coiled around her. It was insidious. Her nipples tingled and her clit pulsed. Riley was unable to hold onto her wariness as Spawn slid his incredibly thick cock into her now drenched pussy. He put every lewd sex toy she’d ever encountered to shame. Spawn stretched her to capacity with each powerful thrust, and Riley silently begged for more.

If this is his idea of enslavement, I don’t know if I want to be free, Riley thought as she tossed her head back and forth.

Riley wasn’t a novice in the bedroom. She had little reservation when seeking out her own pleasure, yet few of her partners had ever matched her ardent fervor. So, it came as a surprise how quickly Spawn unraveled her with his savage possession. The lucid part of her knew it was dangerous to give in to the man who now owned her. Riley had to give as good as she could take, if she was going to gain an advantage in this twisted situation.

It was difficult to think, but her body knew what to do. Riley flexed her inner muscles, and gasped as she worked Spawn’s cock. Riley quickly found herself spiraling toward orgasm, despite her attempt to hold it at bay.

Spawn was a beast as he thrust faster between her splayed thighs. The way he grunted into her shoulder, Riley knew he wasn’t unaffected by her efforts. The deep growling sounds were incredibly sexy, pushing her over the edge.

Just as the first wave of euphoria barreled into Riley, Spawn pulled free of her body with a low snarl. He swiftly lowered her to the ground and spun in front of her.

What the hell happened? Riley frowned in frustration.

“You are too late. She is mine,” Spawn snarled at the newcomer.

Riley tried to peek around him to see who it was

“Stay behind me,” he growled as he pushed Riley back.

Spawn pulled a blade, and brandished it at the advancing warrior.

“She won’t be yours for long,” the male said.

Riley recognized that voice.

“Aculus?”

Somehow, she wasn’t surprised to see him here. Anger replaced her sex induced delirium, as Riley recalled where she was, and the psychotic competition. Much to her chagrin, Riley found herself the most pissed about being interrupted.

I was about to have the most intense, albeit fucked-up, orgasm. And it was snatched away.

Riley was sick of all of it. She forced her way out from behind Spawn.

“Enough! He won. Don’t be a poor fucking looser, Aculus.”

Before Spawn could get a grip on her, Riley rushed toward one of the halls leading to the outer ring of chambers.