Chapter 6 #4
Alister froze, his teeth losing their grip as his mouth opened wide. Instead, he pressed his lips against her marked flesh as he started to lose his senses. His eyes snapped open, his hands gripped tighter, his body arched into her.
“Haa.” His breath quivered out. “Haaa.” Everything started to seize. “Haaaa!”
The dam burst and the first rope of semen unleashed from him. A long, deep groan strangled its way from his chest and throat. Like he couldn’t help himself, his hips twitched as he rode out his orgasm. Oh god, he thought, his eyes closing so he could tightly clench them shut at the sensation.
Surrounded by her heat, her wetness, her grip, Alister delivered deep, languid pumps as he filled Rosetta with his seed.
Nothing felt better than to release inside this horny, devious bitch who drove him crazy and made him so feral it sometimes brought out the worst in him.
The number of times he’d wanted to, pushed close enough to the edge to give caution to the wind and do it, had never been as overwhelming as it had been this night. Spite and need and possessiveness clung to him.
And to finally do it...
Fuuuck... He nestled the side of his face against her jaw as he trembled.
Every drop he’d given had felt amazing. No orgasm had felt so warm, so wet, and so damn deep that it nearly felled him and his ability to stand.
He pushed her harder against the wall, like that was the solution to him staying upright. His knees threatened to buckle.
Shit... I want to do that again, was the first thought that came to him when his cock finally ceased twitching and filling her.
He shouldn’t and he knew it.
Alister hadn’t come inside a woman since he was a foolish young lad losing his virginity. He didn’t make mistakes like this. So why, when he pulled his head back so he could look at her, did he not feel an ounce of regret?
“Wait,” she said around huffed breaths, her brows furrowing. “Did you just come inside me?”
He didn’t care for her question, not when there was nothing either one of them could do about it.
“If you want to sit on my lap, then come sit on it,” he snapped at her, pushing his hips against her to go impossibly deeper.
Her eyes squinted into a vicious glare. “If my seat is taken, I will sit elsewhere.”
The gall of this woman, to tell him she’d sit on other men when she still had him inside her, filled with his seed!
Alister clenched his jaw tight once more. He thought this would make him feel better, but she’d ruined it by opening her fucking mouth.
He pulled his shaft from her and placed her down so he could do up the buttons of his breeches.
He shook his head, muttering angrily to himself, half hoping she couldn’t hear him cursing her. Sometimes, I just want to wring her pretty neck.
He grabbed her wrist in a hold she couldn’t escape, stomped his way back inside The Drunken Sailor, and made his way over to his men.
Alister plopped himself in his chair and flung her backwards so hard she would have almost fallen over his thigh if it wasn’t for him catching her. Then he forced her to sit on his leg.
Whether she was being compliant because she actually wanted to sit with him, or she knew angering him further wasn’t wise, it didn’t matter to him. She was doing as his actions dictated, and that’s what counted.
Alister reached into his boot and pulled a dagger from it, slapping it into her open palm.
“If someone tries to take the other one” – he gestured to his vacant thigh with his head – “stab them.”
He didn’t care if a woman hurt another woman in front of him. As long as it wasn’t his own hands doing the crime, he saw no issue.
One side of Rosetta’s upper lip curled in disbelief as she raised her eyebrows. Then she turned to him with a mocking laugh.
“I’m not going to fight over your lap.” She tried to hand the dagger back. “I’m not some petty woman.”
He curled his arm around her waist tighter, so she couldn’t even think of moving from him. I’m going to keep a close eye on her tonight.
He leaned closer, so they were almost nose to nose. “Then don’t be upset when someone sits there.”
He turned his gaze away from her to the table, remembering he’d given his last drink away. He saw a fresh bottle in front of him.
He looked up at Pierre, who was already staring at him with that grim expression, but not as tight. He gave him a nod.
Good lad. He’d ordered another for Alister, knowing he was going to want a good, stiff drink and would have been furious when he realised he didn’t have one.
He’d been gone for a long while, after all. It must have been obvious he’d discovered her.
He pointed two fingers at him. “You and I will talk later.”
If it wasn’t for Pierre, Alister wouldn’t have caught Rosetta before she’d left with two men.
At that thought, he snatched the whiskey, tipped the bottle up, and chugged the entire thing in one go. Once he was done, he threw it against the table, watching it shatter across the worn timber.
Everyone flinched.
“Get me another two.” He carelessly threw coins onto the table, and they rattled and clinked as they settled.