12. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
She Owns Me
Dakar
I lower Maeve onto the furs. Gods, she’s perfection. My hands can’t help but trace her creamy skin, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips. Every inch of her is a feast, but her breasts…
“My beautiful mate.” I sigh, cupping their fullness, thumbs brushing over peaked nipples.
“These were made for me.” For my hands, my mouth, my cock.
The claim surges hot in my blood as I bend to take one taut peak between my lips, suckling deep while my palm kneads the other.
She arches, a gasp catching in her throat, and I groan against her skin.
My own need is a vicious ache, my cock is already straining again, but I need to worship my mate.
I lavish her nipple with slow, wet pulls, my free hand sliding down her belly to tease the heat between her thighs. So fucking wet already. My fingers glide through her slickness, circling.
“Let me hear you,” I murmur against her breast. “Tell me how much you want this.”
“Oh Gods, Dakar!” she moans as her fingers twist in my hair, holding me to her breast. I don’t let up, sucking, milking her with slow, deliberate pulls that make her thighs shake against me. She gasps when I circle her nipple with my tongue while teasing her clit with my fingers.
“P-please.” It tears from her throat, half-sob, half-plea, and the sound goes straight to my cock. I growl against her skin, sucking harder just to wring out another broken cry.
“That’s it, my sweet milking maid,” I rumble, lapping at the peak I’ve drawn taut. “Drench my fingers.”
I don’t relent. My tongue flicks her nipple while my fingers work her in firm, slick circles, matching the rhythm of my mouth to the greedy clutch of her cunt. She’s so responsive, hips jerking, thighs squeezing around my wrist like she can’t decide whether to pull me closer or escape.
“Look at you,” I praise, biting lightly just to hear that whimper. “I could milk these perfect tits for hours…watch you come undone on my tongue again and again.”
“D-Dakar!”
Her back arches off the furs, that sweet scream punching straight through me, and fuck, I love it. Love how her body is writhing for me.
“Good girl.” My thumb presses flat against her clit. She won’t come like this. No, she’ll come when I’m buried between her thighs.
A high-pitched whine escapes her lips as she thrusts against my hand. I can feel it, how her toes curl in the furs. Every muscle in her perfect body is shaking with need, aching for release.
“No…please,” she begs so sweetly. “I can't…it feels too good…”
She says it like she's being tortured, like she's drowning in pleasure, and it makes my cock throb. I don't relent, my fingers circling that perfect little clit, drawing out every shudder, every gasp.
“Dakar, I need…” Her words dissolve into panting as she writhes beneath me. This is where she belongs, trembling on the edge, completely at my mercy.
I lean down, my lips brushing her ear as my fingers keep going. “I know what you need, little cow,” I growl. “But you'll take what I give you. When I decide.”
“Please,” she sobs, hips grinding against my hand. “I’ll do anything!”
Fuck. I’m hard enough to ache, but I ignore it. Her words unravel as much as they fuel me. And Gods, I’ll give it to her. I’d give this woman anything she ever asks of me. But not just yet. Not until she’s so far gone she forgets her own name.
“You're not going to come until it's on my tongue.”
Maeve’s eyes go wide, and that look alone could make me ruin her right here. Her thighs spread wider and I drop between her legs with a groan. Her scent is so sweet.
“Such a good girl,” I praise, blowing hot air over her soaked cunt just to watch her squirm.
The first lick tears a broken noise from her throat. She tastes like victory. I drag my tongue slowly up her slit, savoring her little moans, then clamp my mouth over her clit and suck.
“Dakar!” Her fingers fist in my hair, yanking hard enough to burn. Good. I want her desperate. I want her messy.
“You’ll come,” I snarl against her, teeth grazing her swollen flesh, “ When I say you can.” And then I feast.
“Oh gods, YES!”
Her back arches violently, hands scrambling for purchase on my horns. Good. Hold on tight, little cow. I bury my face deeper, drinking her in like a starved man. My tongue spears into her tight cunt, fucking her with deep strokes.
I growl, letting the vibration ripple through her. Her answering cry goes straight to my cock. I could live between these thighs, die suffocated by her scent, and call it paradise.
With a filthy, wet sound, I pull back just enough to torment that pretty little clit. Circling it slowly before sucking the bud between my lips. Her scream is music. When I add two thick fingers, curling them just so inside, her thighs clamp around my head like a vise.
That's it. Come for me. Let me taste it…
“DAKAR!”
Maeve's scream ricochets off the cavern walls and the vibration travels straight to my cock. Her taste floods my senses, honey and salt. My tongue circles her clit while my fingers crook inside her.
Gods. The way she tightens around me, trying to pull me deeper…as if two fingers could ever be enough to satisfy her greedy cunt.
“I'm…I'm so close!” Her hips thrusting wildly against my mouth. I can feel her losing control.
Mine . The thought brands itself into my skull. All mine to ruin.
I seal my lips around her clit and suck, my tongue flicking mercilessly as I thrust my fingers harder, deeper.
“Come for me, my sweet milkmaid,” I command.
I want to drown in her, want her to scream my name until her voice gives out. I don’t let up, dragging my tongue harder over her clit as her thighs clamp around my head.
Then she breaks.
Her entire body convulses, her cunt clenching around my fingers, wringing a groan from my chest. She’s drenching my face, my hand, the furs beneath us.
“Oh Gods, yes! Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop!”
Her nails scrape my horns as she yanks me closer, grinding against my face with abandon. Gods above, I love this. Love the way she unravels, love the way she’s taking what she needs, using me like I’m hers to command.
And I am.
The battlefield knows me as a butcher, a blade that carves through armies without mercy. They call me Dakar the Savage. But here? Beneath her touch, I’m no conqueror. I am conquered. Hers to wield. I groan my surrender, sucking her clit until her screams turn to whimpers.
Let the world fear me. She owns me.