Chapter 6 #3
Furious because he liked having this woman beneath him. His desire for her was like a constant ache, but the good kind, and she would have stolen that from him.
It hadn’t been because of jealousy, though; she was just mirroring him. She thought him having another woman on his lap meant she had a free pass too.
But he didn’t feel jealous. Jealousy meant he wanted something that belonged to someone else, and how he saw it, Rosetta currently belonged to him.
She’s my woman.
She gave him a reassuring smile, not realising it twisted him up inside.
The bridge of her nose was the slight pink colour she got when she was either drunk or aroused, and she seemed too quick-witted right now to be intoxicated.
Her breaths came out in pants, like she felt hot, and he glanced down to where her nipples had peaked beneath that yellow dress she wore.
Rosetta looked ready to be taken, like she wanted to be taken.
“Go have fun, Alister. I’m not trying to stop you.” She tried to look around him like he was in the way, muttering, “Now, where did those boys go?”
Nay. A warring mix of emotions strangled his throat. Confusion, spite, anger, disappointment. They all held onto him with gripping claws.
Red still coloured the edges of his vision, and his blood boiled higher until he thought smoke might billow off his skin.
He reached forward and grabbed her wrist, dragging her behind him as he took her the few steps outside.
She stumbled behind him at his quick pace. “Hey!”
Turning them, Alister tossed her back against the wall next to the door.
If she wants a cock, she can fucking have one. His.
He hooked his arm around her back to keep her where she was as he lifted the skirt of her dress.
His teeth were gritted so tightly, he feared he’d shatter them in his mouth, and his lips were pressed into thin lines. His eye patch cut into the inner part of his cheek because of how tightly the bridge of his nose was crinkled.
“What are you doing?” she asked, a frown furrowing her features. She looked down at their chests pressed together, like she was genuinely confused.
“I’m horny, lass.”
Rosetta was aroused, and as it often did, seeing her like this got him hard and wanting, but there was something else driving him. Something dark, and heavy, and evil.
Once he had the front of her skirt bundled around her waist, he slipped the hand from her back to under her thigh, keeping her skirt up as he worked on undoing the top button of his breeches. With his other hand, he moved to free his cock, already hard and ready for her.
She didn’t remove her lifted leg from around his waist, nor did she try to push him away. She tightened it around him instead, like she usually did.
“I’m going to fuck someone right now. It can either be you, or another woman,” he said with his teeth still clenched in resentment.
He was unused to the way he was feeling, the way this terrible emotion had crawled inside him like the kraken bringing its tentacles up to destroy his ship and drown him. “And I’d much rather it be you.”
“I don’t understa– Oh!” She threw her head back and gave a sharp moan when he slammed his cock inside her.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, and they buried deeper when he hefted her off the ground and forced both her legs around his waist.
Despite the terrible emotions inside him, the feel of this woman gloving his cock felt splendid.
Bloody hell. He leaned his forehead against her shoulder as a breathless groan fell from him at the sensation. His brows crinkled. She’s so wet.
Dripping. He could feel it around him, and it made those kraken tentacles slither tighter. Rosetta was prepared and wet... because of other men.
He pulled back, then shoved in with such force, she bounced, the back of her head hitting the wall. He dug his fingertips into her thighs as he held her up, gripping her tightly as he did it again, again, and again, slamming as hard as his body would allow.
Take it, take my cock. He wanted her to feel it, to know he was deep inside her, that it was Alister currently pounding between her legs instead of someone else.
Rosetta slipped her hands from his shoulders to trail them down his back, and one snuck its way under his tunic. She dug her nails in as she buried her face against the side of his neck.
She tried to spread her legs wider for him, welcoming him like she always did. “Oh!”
She let out little moans, while Alister glared at the wall, grunting deeply whenever he hit the end of her, and it resonated down the length of him.
She didn’t care that he was taking her against the wall of the tavern outside in the open and right beside the front door. There were dozens of people walking behind them in the street, watching them, hearing him take her.
A part of him knew they shouldn’t be doing this here. He was leaving himself vulnerable to someone coming up behind him to slit his throat. He was putting their relationship on show for all to witness.
Hell, someone even walked out of the tavern door right next to them.
He didn’t care. He needed to take this woman to remind her she belonged to him. To remind himself she still did.
He was so impatient that he’d refused to wait a few minutes more to deliver this message to her hot, quivering insides somewhere more private. With harder than normal thrusts, he knew he was communicating loud and clear.
I almost didn’t stop her. His glare deepened as his lip curled upwards into a snarl.
The air was cooler than it had been during the day, but it was still muggy. It was nothing compared to the blazing inferno between them, though, as hot as ever as they shared in each other’s heat.
Alister pulled her from the wall so he could slam her against it, but in such a way that her hips were tilted differently.
He started pumping his cock faster, wanting to drown out the sharp emotions he didn’t like with the all-encompassing feeling of her.
He didn’t want to dwell on those darker sentiments when he could blissfully ache in her like usual.
I almost lost this feeling. The way the smell of her tangled in his senses like its sweetness wanted to suffocate him, and he was desperate to breathe her in.
Her body was soft in his strong arms, melding against his harder planes, yielding under his palms, and hugging around his shaft.
She was always tight around him, like her body was stretched as far as it could take around his girth, and it got wonderfully tighter when she started to come.
Exactly like now, as her core clenched and spasmed, releasing a burst of wetness that made thrusting through that mind-numbing squeeze easy.
For a moment, those clutching emotions faded out as his eyes rolled back in his head at the feel of her orgasm.
For a moment, Alister was suspended in that aching bliss. She feels so good.
She let out a loud cry without one shred of concern about quieting so those behind them didn’t know she was currently trying to milk his cock.
They were fucking in the street like the rest of the depraved and shameless fools of this town. This was something he’d never done before. Hell, he’d mocked others for this exact thing, but damn, he didn’t care when it was Rosetta moaning for him while he did it.
When she started to relax, she curled her arms around his shoulders to hug him to her, sweetly, softly, almost tenderly. She even started lazily kissing at the side of his sweat-covered neck as his hard, grinding movements caused more moisture to seep to the surface of his skin.
Alister picked up his speed when the ache faded back to those hateful tentacles that she’d softened a little. She almost slept with other men.
She almost shared this with someone else. Would they have appreciated it like Alister did? Would they have drowned in her the way he was? Would they have been as addicted to her like he was?
But she hadn’t.
It was Alister she currently held between her legs. It was his cock she’d just melted around. She was in his arms, under his breath, under his warmth, under his gaze.
It was his name she softly moaned directly in his ear.
A rolling shudder passed over him, from his head all the way down to quake in his legs.
She was moaning his name while pressing her lips and face against him, like she wanted to nuzzle beneath his skin. Her little pants brushed over him like torture, haunting and lovely. The warmth of them tingled his flesh and made prickles of goosebumps raise the hair around his ear.
He had her legs spread wide so he could force her to take his wild thrusts, but he could feel she was trying to wrap them around him now.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned, her nails biting harder. “Please don’t stop. Right there, Alister. Ohhh!”
His sight dazed out and his head tilted back. Fuck, I want it.
Alister started pistoning as fast as he could, spurred on by the sound of her thighs slapping against his hips. He no longer cared how hard or deep he was. I want to claim it.
He wanted to own the feeling of her around him, to claim this hot, wet channel so no one else could take it, to ensure she remained around him and him alone – until he was done claiming her.
Rosetta threw her head back against the wall, tugging on his hair as her back arched. She came once more, clutching him with her thighs, her hands, her pussy. Everything gripped him like her body didn’t want to let go of him.
I’ll kill them. If anyone threatened to take this away from him, Alister would make them regret it.
He turned his head and sunk his teeth into the side of her neck, wanting to bruise her, to plainly show that he’d been at her. She gave a sharp gasp in reaction, even though she was orgasming around him.
I’ll kill them all! His hips slowed completely when he felt his balls drawing up, the heavy throb in his cock worsening, the agony in his groin tightening. Because it’s fucking mine!