Wregen
Chapter eleven
She's Mine
I’ve never wanted to kill that little weasel more.
I can still taste Finaan’s cunt. My balls are shivering from how hard I came as I watched her luscious ass bounce away from me. Wrath is so calm inside me, it feels like he’ll never again rip at my guts.
And when I go in search of her, I find her sitting a man’s-height away from him. Talking to him. Telling him secrets she may never share with me.
“She’s mine,” I snarl, watching the weasel shove himself away, ass dragging on the ground as he tries to put distance between us.
“Every part of her is mine,” I remind him, stalking forward.
“Not just her body. All her words. Every secret. Each gods-damned breath she takes is because I permit it. And I. Do. Not. Share.”
“Leave him alone, prick,” Finaan snaps beside me, grabbing my arm to stop my advance.
“I knew you’d be putting your hands on me again soon,” I purr as I turn toward her. “Do you plan to fight me to protect him? I’m looking forward to rolling around on the ground with you.”
“If we’re ever on the ground together,” she grunts as she releases me and steps into my path, “it’ll be with my blade at your neck. Let him be. For once, be a decent elf.”
“I am not decent,” I yell, throwing my arms out wide, sending Svend into another round of tremors.
“How many times must I tell you before you accept it?” Pausing as I huff out a breath, I capture her gaze.
“I’m not a decent elf,” I add in a more measured tone.
“And I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to him. ”
“I won’t let you,” my stubborn skjaldmaer declares, eyes flashing as she throws her shoulders back, sticking out those magnificent tits.
I’m starting to think she’s doing it on purpose, to distract me. Because for a moment, I am very distracted.
“I’m up here,” she says, reaching out one finger to lift my chin. “You’ll need to go through me to get to him,” she tells me when I’m looking at her face again.
Oh, she’s feisty after she comes. I need to finger fuck her more often. That needy cunt must have been hungry for the release I gave her. “What will you give me?” I ask, leaning into her.
She drops her hand but holds her ground, staring me down. “Why would I give you anything?” Her eyes narrow with her question, palms rising to rest on her hips.
“You want something from me,” I point out. “What will you give me to leave him alone?”
But then her eyes go vacant, the flat expression of a rider speaking with its dragon loosening her features. Her breaths quicken, and I realize her beast has wandered close enough to reach her.
“We’re returning to the water, now,” I growl, picking her up to toss her over my shoulder as I stalk away. Glancing back, I glare at the little weasel, who hasn’t moved yet. “Now,” I cast into his ear.
Throwing himself to his feet, he races around me and ahead as Finaan starts to squirm and pound me on the back. “You need to take me back there,” she screams, twisting so vigorously, you’d think my head was between her legs, tongue deep in her cunt.
“Then I’ll ask again,” I bite out, sparks of anticipation spinning in my gut. “What. Will. You. Give. Me? Two boons now, if you still want to bargain for the weasel’s peace.” My tone is cold. She needs to know that I don’t give a fuck about her pleas.
But my skjaldmaer is not someone to be carried around like one of the wraiths.
Before I can take another step, she pivots far enough to wrap an arm around my neck, flings her legs across my back with her ankles crossed, and squeezes both, cutting off my air.
I manage another dozen strides before I’m forced to drop her to the ground, wheezing as a grin splits my cheeks and my cock starts to stretch my trousers.
“Panta’s nearby,” she rushes out as she takes a step backwards, her gaze bouncing around the cavern as if she might find her with us. “I’ll never forgive you if you force me to leave without speaking to her.”
I don’t stop the laugh that erupts from my gut. She still acts and talks as if I’m a normal elf, appealing to humanity I lost long ago. “It’s another reason for you to hate me. You know my price. I don’t bargain.”
“You were serious?” Her wide eyes and downturned lips confirm that she’s still living under an illusion about who and what I am.
“You will drop to your knees and beg to suck my cock,” I remind her, clipping out each word so she knows I mean every single thing I say.
“When I agree to let you, you’ll wrap those lips around it.
And then you’ll take me so deep and for so long, you’ll wonder if I ever plan to give you my cum.
You’ll be slobbering all over those scrumptious tits, your drool wetting them for my pleasure, but you won’t stop until I fill your mouth and your belly.
After you’ve licked up every last drop and thanked me for fucking your mouth, I will take you to see your dragon. ”
And I will. She’ll see that silver beast from a distance, never getting close enough to touch her, and we’ll go. She doesn’t need to know that part, though.
“After,” she spits out, her eyebrows pulling together as she runs one shaky hand through her hair, as if she didn’t expect to speak out loud. But then she inhales deeply and nods, to herself I think, before saying it again. “After.”
“After what?” I demand. I know what she wants but she needs to speak the words.
“After you take me to Panta,” she whispers, blood flowing into her cheeks as she looks at the rock beneath us, sending more of my own blood to my cock. “Then I’ll do what you ask.”
“What will you do if I take you to your dragon?” Lifting her chin with one knuckle, I hold her gaze. “Be precise.”
She narrows her eyes, that fire flaming again. “Holy fuck, you’re frustrating,” she mutters. Stiffening her spine, she steps forward, malice billowing from her pores. “If you take me to my dragon,” she says, “I’ll suck your cock.”
I tsk at her, still holding her chin where I want it. “That is not what I said,” I purr. “You’ll beg me to suck my cock.”
“Fuck me,” she gripes. “Fine. I’ll beg you.”
“To suck my cock.”
She stares at me for twelve beats of my heart, eyes spitting flames the entire time, before snapping, “To suck your cock.”
“When I give you permission,” I continue, waiting for her to repeat my words.
And then she gives in, but fuck if it isn’t the most defiant concession I’ve ever received.
Straightening her back, her tits grazing my chest, she snarls the rest. “When you give me permission, I’ll open my lips and let you fuck my mouth.
And then I’ll lick every drop of cum from the flabby dick I’ll leave behind. ”
“And why should I believe you? Your word is worth little to me.”
She’s quiet for a moment, her eyes still shooting flames at me, and I suspect she’s waging an inner battle about what she might offer me.
Finally, she dips her chin again, and makes her offer.
“You haven’t forced me, and I don’t think you will.
But I’ll give you permission now. If you take me to Panta and I don’t suck your cock, you can fuck me. ”
I could come just from the thought of a willing, wide awake Finaan wrapped around my cock. Wrath is writhing inside me, desperate to plunge into our mate.
“You’d like that as much as me,” I point out, “if our time in the water is any indication.”
“Trust me when I tell you, Wregen, that screwing you is the very last thing I want to do.”
“That will change, and soon. But that’s not enough. I need … a down payment. And you owe me.” I grin as I give her my demand. “A kiss.”
Her eyebrows slam together, and I barely hold back the laugh that punches up from my gut. I’m going to enjoy surprising her. A kiss today; her hands on my cock tomorrow. She’ll never know what to expect from me.
And as pathetic as it makes me, I crave the feel of her lips on mine.
Maybe it’s the mating bond, thrumming more urgently inside me with every step I take by Finaan’s side.
I never took that from her in Helheim. It’s too intimate, a gesture borne of emotions.
I can’t allow those weeds to fester in my soul in that accursed place.
But I can have it here, simply to know how it feels.
I’m a sad excuse for a fiend. My mistress would never receive me back in Helheim if she suspected I’d ask for something so soppy.
“I’m not kissing you,” Finaan declares. “And I don’t owe you anything.”
“Then we have no deal.” I shrug, turning to walk away.
“You’ll follow me,” I tell her as I leave, “or you’ll regret it.
” She doesn’t see the smile that emerges as I walk away.
I’ll train her yet. But not so much as to stanch her flame.
This push and pull of defiance and surrender is exactly what Wrath and I crave to fill the centuries that lie ahead of us.
“You’re going the wrong way,” she yells. “I need to find Panta.”
“Then kiss me.” Spinning, I stride back toward her, closing most of the distance between us as I hold her gaze. “What are you afraid of, mate?”
She watches me in silence for a few seconds, but then her breath quickens and her fingers start to twitch.
I’ve got her. She wants this as much as me.
Well, the fates want this. She’s in a losing battle, trying to fight our connection.
If I have to use her dragon to break down her barriers and get her to fuck me the way we both need, that’s what I’ll do.
Because I am exactly the male she thinks I am.
At last, her hands still and she flattens them against her thighs. Her gaze tracks down to my mouth for a moment before lifting again.
“We’ll go back down this cavern?” she asks, “until I can find Panta?”
“When you place your lips on mine, let me feel them move against me, we’ll return to where you spoke with her. That’s all I’ll promise.”