Chapter 10
Mab's eyes flew open. "What?"
His fingers curled inside her, and her hips jerked.
"I said again." His voice dropped, low and rough. "You've had one. I want three before I put my cock in you."
His fingers started moving again. Not the same rhythm as before.
Slower. Deeper. Pressing and retreating.
His mouth returned to her, tongue dragging flat and slow over flesh so sensitive she flinched.
But his free hand pressed down on her belly, holding her still, and his fingers never stopped their relentless work inside her, stretching her wider, and Mab's hands flew to his wrist. Not to push him away.
To hold on.
The second peak came faster than the first. Her body was already primed, already shaking, already so wet she could hear his fingers moving in and out of her. When it hit, she curled forward, her forehead nearly touching his, a broken noise spilling from her throat.
Varek's fingers didn't slow. His mouth lifted from her flesh, but only so he could watch her face while he worked her through it.
"There," he said. "That's two."
Mab's thighs were trembling so hard she couldn't have closed them if she'd tried. Her hands were still wrapped around his wrist, feeling the flex of muscle and tendon as his fingers moved. She was oversensitive, every nerve ending lit up and screaming, and he was still going.
"I can't," she said. "Varek, I can't—"
"You can." His free hand came up to cup her jaw, tilting her face toward his. "One more. And while you're giving it to me, I'm going to touch these."
His hand dropped from her jaw to her breast.
Mab's breath stuttered. His palm was enormous, rough with calluses, and it covered her completely. His thumb found her nipple and dragged across it.
The sound that came out of her was embarrassing. High and thin and desperate.
"Soft," he said. "So fucking soft."
His thumb circled her nipple, then pinched just hard enough to send a jolt straight down to where his fingers were buried inside her.
"I'm going to spend hours on these." His voice was a low rasp against her stomach. "Someday soon I'm going to lay you out and suck on them until you come again just from that."
His mouth closed over her nipple.
Mab's back arched off the bed, driving herself deeper onto his fingers, pressing her breast harder against his mouth. His tongue was hot and rough, circling the peaked flesh while his fingers curled inside her, and it was too much.
Too much to process, too much to contain, too much to do anything but let it happen.
The third peak didn't build. It crashed.
One moment she was gasping, her body strung tight between his mouth on her breast and his fingers buried deep inside her. The next, the wave slammed through her with a force that whited out her vision and locked every muscle in her body.
Her hands were in his hair, on his shoulders, scrabbling for purchase against skin that was furnace-hot beneath her fingers.
His mouth released her nipple and his forehead pressed against her sternum, and she felt him groan against her skin as her body clenched and released around his fingers in spasms she couldn't control.
When it finally ebbed, she was boneless. Wrung out. Her thighs had fallen open, too weak to hold any position at all, and her hands had dropped to the bedding beside her hips. She couldn't feel her feet.
Varek withdrew his fingers slowly. The drag of them against her swollen flesh made her whimper, a sound she couldn't have stopped if she'd tried.
He brought his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers clean.
His eyes stayed on her face while he did it, watching her watch him, and the sight of his tongue dragging over fingers that had just been inside her made something clench low in her belly despite the fact that she had nothing left to give.
"Sweet," he said. "Knew you would be."
He rose from his knees. The bed frame groaned as his weight left it. His hands went to the laces of his leathers. Mab pushed herself up on trembling arms to watch.
She had felt him in the great hall. Felt his hard length pressed against her while he ground her down onto his lap. But feeling it through leather and linen was different from seeing it.
He was built like the rest of him. Massive.
Thick enough that her fingers wouldn't meet if she wrapped her hand around him, long enough that the head of it reached past his navel when he stood straight.
The shaft was ridged, raised bands of flesh spiraling from base to tip, and the skin was darker than the rest of him, flushed deep green.
She sucked in air. "That's not going to fit," she said flatly.
His hand wrapped around himself, stroking once from base to tip, spreading the wetness that had gathered there.
"It will." His voice was certain. "That's why you're dripping down your thighs right now."
Mab looked down. He was right. The evidence of what he'd done to her glistened on her inner thighs, soaking into the bedding beneath her.
"On your knees."
She hesitated. "My knees?"
"First time, I want you on your hands and knees." Varek's hand was still wrapped around himself, stroking slowly. "Easier angle. I can control the depth."
Mab turned over. Her arms shook when she pushed herself up, and her knees slid apart on the silk bedding. She felt exposed in a way she hadn't when he'd been between her thighs. Her belly hung beneath her, her breasts swayed with every breath, and she couldn't see his face.
She heard him move. Felt the mattress dip as he climbed onto the bed behind her. His hands slid up her sides, over the curve of her waist, the swell of her ribs. His palms dragged back down to grip her hips, thumbs pressing into the base of her spine.
"I'm going to watch myself disappear inside you," he said. "Watch your body stretch around me."
His cock pressed against her entrance. Mab's fingers curled into the silk. Her breath came in short, sharp bursts.
"Push back when you're ready," Varek said. "Take what you can."
The pressure was immense. Not painful, not yet, but present in a way that filled her entire awareness. The slick head of him pressed against flesh that had never been asked to open this wide, and her body resisted on instinct.
"Breathe out," he said. "Let go."
She exhaled. Her body softened. The head slipped inside.
Mab's arms buckled. Her forehead dropped to the mattress, and a sound came out of her that she didn't recognize. Not pain. Not pleasure. Something between, living in the space where her body was learning a new shape.
"That's the first ridge." His voice was strained. "You feel it?"
She felt it. A raised band of flesh pressing against her inner walls, stretching her in a way that made her gasp. Then it was past, and there was a moment of relief before the next one pressed against her entrance.
"Good," Varek said. His hands tightened on her hips. "So good. Keep breathing."
The second ridge slid in. Then the third.
Each one stretched her open, dragged against nerves she hadn't known existed, and then settled inside her with a fullness that bordered on too much.
She could feel him everywhere. Not just where he was entering her, but in her belly, in her chest, in the backs of her thighs.
"Halfway," he said.
Halfway. She had taken half of him and she already felt split open, remade, her body rearranged.
"More," she said. The word came out before she could stop it.
Varek's hands flexed on her hips. A sound came out of him, low and guttural, and his hips pressed forward.
The fourth ridge stretched her open. The fifth.
She lost count after that, lost track of where one ended and the next began, her entire awareness narrowed to the relentless slide of him filling her.
Her face was pressed into the mattress, muffling the sounds spilling out of her with every inch he fed into her body.
Then his hips met the curve of her ass, and he stopped.
Mab couldn't speak. She could barely breathe.
The fullness was overwhelming, pressure in places she hadn't known could feel pressure.
Her thighs were shaking, her arms had given out entirely, and her cheek was pressed into the silk.
She could feel him in her belly, a pressure that made her feel hollowed out and overfull at the same time.
Varek's hand stroked up her spine. Down again.
"You're doing so well," he said. "Taking me so well. I knew you would."
His hips rocked. Just a fraction. Just enough to drag those ridges against her inner walls.
The sensation ripped a moan from her throat. Every ridge caught against swollen flesh, dragging friction across nerves that were already screaming. Her hands scrabbled at the bedding.
He pulled back slowly, stretching her open in reverse, and the emptiness that followed each one made her whimper. By the time only the head remained inside her, she was shaking so hard her teeth clicked together.
Then he pushed back in. One long stroke that buried him to the hilt, and her vision frayed at the edges. The sound that came out of her wasn't words. Wasn't anything she could control.
Varek's hands clamped down on her hips and held her still while her body clenched around him. His breath was ragged against her back, hot gusts of air that told her he was fighting for control too.
The next thrust drove her forward on the mattress. Her knees slid wider, her back arched deeper, and the angle changed just enough that the head pressed against something inside her that made her scream.
He thrust again, hitting that same spot, and Mab's hands fisted in the silk hard enough to tear it. Again. Again.
His hips snapped forward, driving into her with a force that shoved her across the mattress. Each thrust ground his ridges against that spot inside her, each withdrawal dragged them back across it, and she was making sounds she had never made in her life. Animal sounds. Desperate sounds.
"That's it." His voice had come apart at the edges. "Let me hear you."
One hand left her hip. It slid around her body, over the curve of her belly, down between her thighs. His fingers found the swollen bud of flesh his mouth had tormented earlier and pressed.
Mab sobbed.
"You're going to come on my cock." His fingers circled in time with his thrusts. "You're going to come so hard you forget your own name, and then I'm going to pump you full until it's dripping out around me."
His fingers pressed harder, circling in tight, relentless strokes while his hips drove into her with a rhythm that had abandoned any pretense of restraint.
The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the chamber, and Mab could feel herself climbing toward something that felt less like a peak and more like an ending.
His fingers pinched the swollen flesh between her thighs at the same moment his hips slammed forward, and Mab broke.
The orgasm tore through her like nothing that had come before.
Her body locked around him, inner walls clamping down on every ridge, every inch, squeezing him so tight she felt him groan against her spine.
The sound that ripped from her throat was raw.
Unrecognizable. Her vision went dark at the edges and her arms gave out completely, her chest hitting the mattress while her hips stayed pinned in his grip.
Varek didn't stop.
His thrusts turned brutal, driving into her clenching body with a force that shoved her across the silk with every stroke. She could hear him now, the harsh snarl of his breathing, the guttural sounds punching out of his chest with each snap of his hips.
His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise, and somewhere far back in her mind, she realized she would wear the marks of this for days.
She wanted to. Wanted evidence pressed into her flesh that this had happened, that she had been here, that someone had wanted her badly enough to leave proof.
"Mine," Varek snarled against her spine. "This body. This cunt. Mine."
His rhythm faltered. His hips stuttered, drove deep, and held.
She felt his first pulse inside her.
Hot. Thick. Flooding her in waves that seemed to go on and on while his body shuddered against her back. His groan vibrated through her ribcage, a sound that came from somewhere deeper than his chest, somewhere primal and satisfied and wrecked.
He stayed buried inside her while the aftershocks rolled through them both. Her inner walls fluttered around him, squeezing weakly with each pulse, and she felt the hot slick leaking out around the base of his cock, dripping down her thighs.
Varek's forehead dropped to her spine. His breath came in hard bursts against her skin, scorching and unsteady. His hands loosened on her hips, thumbs stroking over the places where his fingers had dug in.
"Still with me?" His voice was wrecked. Scraped raw.
Mab tried to answer. What came out was a sound that might have been affirmative, muffled against the silk beneath her cheek.
His laugh was low and broken. "Good."