Chapter 15 #2
Feeling her change of heart, Amos smirked. “I’d have brought you his head, too, but he was an ugly fucker, and this was easier to preserve.”
Clover lunged forward and flung her arms around his middle, sniffling as real tears dripped down her face. “I love it.”
Amos carefully put the heart bouquet back in the box and tossed it to the floor. “I knew you would.” His strong arms encircled her, and he kissed the top of her head. “But as much as I enjoy seeing you happy, I’d also like to see a little fear in your eyes too.”
She pulled back. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve gone a long time without you, and nothing is going to stop me from having you except one thing.” The devilish gleam in his eye spiked her heart rate. “Do you remember the only word that will stop me?”
It took a moment for her brain to catch up, but when it did, she stepped back.
Amos followed her retreat. “Run, little viper.”
Shit.
Clover shot out of the cave without looking back. Amos had intended to give her a decent head start to draw out the chase, but after having a taste of her, he couldn’t wait.
Shucking off his vest, belt, and hat, he ran out of the cave, catching a glimpse of her to his right. The sight of her running from him went straight to his cock, and he took off after her.
His boots pounded against the mountain trail, and he cursed her for going up the incline instead of down. She looked over her shoulder, and he kissed the air, laughing when she frowned and ran faster.
The little minx took a sharp left off the trail, leapt over a shrub, and darted around a desert willow tree.
A branch caught him in the face, scraping across his eye.
She tried to turn back to the trail, but he anticipated the move and cut her off, snatching her around the waist. “Caught you, wife.”
“I’m not your wife,” she ground out, and threw an elbow, nearly breaking his nose.
Clover twisted and fought as he wrestled her to the ground. “Let me go,” she screamed, trying to knee him between the legs.
Reaching up with one hand, he grabbed the collar of her dress and yanked with all his strength, shredding the fabric down the middle.
The sight of her bare tits stunned him long enough for her to free her arm and punch him in the throat. Amos choked, fighting for breath, but quickly regained his senses and pinned her arm back down. Her lust and obstinacy fed into his own like an aphrodisiac.
Unable to resist, he lowered his mouth to one of her nipples and ran his tongue along the stiff peak.
Clover pushed her chest toward his mouth with a moan.
Forgetting himself, he sucked her flesh into his mouth, knowing he’d never have enough.
His mistake, because the moment his hands loosened, the little viper struck.
Wrenching both hands free, she shoved against his face and kicked out, catching him in the thigh and gut. She flipped to her stomach and scrambled to her feet, but he caught her around the ankle. Amos yanked, and she fell to the ground with a cry.
Her strong legs aimed at his face, but he caught them and crawled over her, pinning her body with his. “Fight harder, little viper,” he whispered in her ear.
“I’ll kill you,” she threatened. To anyone else she sounded serious, but Amos knew the truth. His mate wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He laid his forearm across her back to hold her down. “You can try later, but for now, let’s see how wet you are.”
She struggled harder, trying to slap at him, but without being able to twist her upper body, it was useless. “Don’t touch me!”
With his free hand, Amos grabbed the side of her dress and remembered he’d torn it down the front. He froze. “Fuck.” He lifted himself and flipped her over, running his hands over her bare body to catalogue every pebble and scrape marring her skin.
“Hey,” Clover said softly, grabbing his hands. “It’s okay.”
His eyes met hers. “I forgot you didn’t have anything protecting your chest.”
Her hand touched his face. “If it bothered me, I would have said candle.”
Amos’ eyes bounced back and forth between hers. He could feel that she was fine through their bond, but he still worried. Finally, he nodded and pushed to his feet. He’d killed the mood, but when he’d thought she might be cut all to hell, he’d lost it.
He held out his hand to help her up, but her lips curved into a slow smile. The next thing he knew, his feet were in the air seconds before his back slammed into the ground. Groaning, he rolled to his side in time to see Clover stumbling through the brush.
Clover’s heart beat erratically in her chest, the sound of Amos’ footsteps closing in sending a thrill through her.
A surprised scream ripped from her throat when a large body slammed into her from behind. His royal speed put her at a huge disadvantage. They both went tumbling to the ground, and Amos twisted them so he hit the ground instead.
Laying on top of him, staring into his eyes, she realized she’d never even wanted another man before.
Boys when she was younger, sure, but ever since meeting Amos, it’d only been him.
Even when she hated him. Judging from his letters, he felt the same, but he also had a fake mate, and every time she felt him pleasuring himself down the bond she’d wondered if it was actually him with someone else.
“Have you ever fucked someone before?” she blurted out before she lost the nerve. A twenty-year-old male virgin was unheard of in their kingdom.
His hurt punched her in the chest. “You think I’d touch anyone but you?” The ache morphed to anger and panic. “Have you fucked someone?”
“No, of course not.” She pushed to a sitting position and straddled his hips. “I just wanted to make sure.”
The muscle in his jaw ticked. “Take off your fucking underwear.”
Clover bristled. “Don’t speak to me that way.” She yelped when he flipped them over and hovered above her.
“When you’re straddling my cock with your tits out, asking me if I’ve fucked someone else, I’ll talk to you like the brat you are.” Two fingers hooked into her underwear and ripped them off.
“Stop tearing my clothes,” she griped and shoved against his chest.
“Open your mouth, little viper,” Amos commanded, and held two fingers near her mouth.
When she pressed her lips together, he maneuvered himself to straddle her, pinning her arms between his thighs and her side.
He pried open her mouth and stuck three fingers inside.
“Clean them so I can stick them in your wet cunt.” Clover instinctively pushed her thighs together for friction, and he smiled. “Suck.”
She obeyed, moving her tongue around and between each finger. His hands were large, and much to her embarrassment, she gagged a few times.
He removed his fingers and stuck them in his mouth one by one. “Godsdamn you taste good.” A shiver raced down her spine, pebbling her nipples.
Amos started to move, but stopped. “If I let your arms go, are you going to be good?” She lifted her brow, and he huffed out a laugh. “Stupid question. I like when you fight me as much as you do, but I’ve never done this, and…” His voice trailed off, and his cheeks reddened.
“And what?” she prompted, not knowing where he was going with this.
“And I need you to let me fuck you with my fingers and tongue without getting distracted, otherwise I might not do it right, and you won’t come.” His entire face and neck blazed. “Rainer said I won’t last long our first few times, and to make you come before we start.”
Clover could only stare, her heart cracking and reforming into something bigger to accommodate the feelings he elicited in her. “Okay,” she whispered. “I don’t know what I’m doing either, and we’ll have to tell each other what we like.”
Amos braced himself on the ground with one arm and hovered above her. Lowering himself slowly, he captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, swiping his tongue across her lips until she let him in. She hoped she was doing it right. He was certainly doing it right.
Her now-free hands went to his hair and threaded through the soft strands, tugging him closer. He moaned and abandoned her lips to trail kisses down her neck. She’d known his kisses would be good, but she hadn’t known they’d feel like this.
Lower he went, crawling down her body as he licked his way to her exposed breasts. Dirt stuck to her skin, but he didn’t seem to care. When his warm breath hit one of her sensitive nipples, she sucked in a sharp breath and pushed her hips up. Clover felt him smile at her desperation.
“You like that?” He lifted his head to look at her.
She nodded quickly. “Yes. Very much.”
He moved his attention to her other breast, keeping his eyes up to gauge her reaction.
Clover’s lower body squirmed, needing him where she throbbed the most. “Lower,” she pleaded.
Pushing up to his knees, he grabbed where the dress’ tear stopped and ripped it the rest of the way down to expose her fully. He moved a knee between her thighs and nudged one. “Open for me,” he commanded, sending a shiver down her spine.
Desperate for whatever he intended, she complied, and watched the transformation on his face. If he’d looked hungry before, he was downright ravenous now.
“Fuck,” he hissed and palmed himself over his pants. “I’m not going to last long at all.” Amos dove down and licked the length of her pussy. No book could have prepared her for the sensation of his warm, slick tongue grazing her sensitive skin.
Clover pushed herself up on her elbows to watch him, his eyes already on her. “Keep doing whatever you’re doing,” she encouraged him. He chuckled and licked in lazy strokes, driving her to the brink, but never pushing her over.
Cool air hit her wet skin when he lifted his head and brought the fingers he’d stuck in her mouth to her dripping core. “This might hurt,” he warned.
She cocked a brow. “I’ve been fucking my own fingers for years. I’ll be fine.”
He groaned and dropped his head to lick her once more. “Stop talking like that or I’m going to come in my pants.”
She tried to hide her smirk, but she wasn’t fast enough and yelped when he bit the inside of her thigh. “Brat.” He plunged a finger into her without warning, and she cried out.
Her body trembled as he pumped in and out, forcing her to lie back. “Your fingers are bigger than mine,” she mumbled mindlessly, as he added a second.
Amos hummed his approval. “Wait until you take my cock.”
Clover screamed when he sucked on her clit, the sensation overwhelming her. She didn’t know which felt better; his fingers ghosting against that sensitive spot inside her or his tongue flicking against her clit.
All too soon, she was screaming as her orgasm ripped through her. “Amos.” If his fingers felt this good, she needed his cock in her immediately.
He licked her still, dipping his tongue into her entrance. Crawling over her again, he grabbed her chin and tugged. “Open.” When she parted her lips, he spit inside. “Taste yourself. You’re exquisite.”
Shocked, she closed her mouth and swallowed. He spit in my mouth.
Amos’ hand went between them, and he flicked open his pants with efficient precision. Did he practice?
His long body straightened, and he pushed his pants down enough to expose his dick. Holy fucking hell. Clover gawked at the long, thick appendage bobbing between his thighs. Are those… “What are the silver balls?”
Amos looked down, stuck his fingers in his mouth to clean them, and fingered the two silver balls at the tip of his cock. “Rainer said they’ll make it feel better for both of us. He moved his hand to the silver balls above the base of his cock. “This one is just for you.”
“You pierced your dick?” she asked, hoping he didn’t expect her to pierce herself anywhere.
He met her gaze. “I’d do anything for you, and if a thousand piercings would make things better for you, I’d get them.”
Heat flushed through her, ending at the apex of her thighs. “Then put them to good use.”
He closed his eyes and groaned, his cock jumping. “I told you to stop talking like that.” His eyes popped open and narrowed. “You might not be laughing, but I can feel that you want to.”
She giggled then, and his returning smile made her heart soar. “I started taking a tonic to prevent pregnancy a year ago,” she told him.
“I take one too,” he returned, surprising her. “You can stop yours if it makes you sick. Alice said it does for some women.”
Her eyes burned. “Take me, Your Grace.”
Amos actually growled. “Don’t call me that or I’ll spank your ass.”
He crawled over her and fisted his cock to line it up with her entrance. “Do you want me to enter slowly or with one quick thrust?”
“One quick thrust,” she decided after a few seconds. Better to get it over with as quickly as possible.
Her mate leaned down and kissed her, thrusting into her until their hips met. They both gasped, and Clover clawed at his back to fight the pain. It burned and throbbed, and she wondered why anyone wanted to do this.
“Rainer said to wait for you to adjust,” he said, his voice tight.
“Don’t bring up Rainer when you’re buried inside me,” she choked out.
Amos dropped his head. “If you don’t relax, your cunt is going to break my cock off.” A laugh burst out of Clover, the action shaking her body, and Amos groaned. “That’s worse.”
She clamped her lips together, trying to keep her amusement at bay. Miraculously, her body relaxed, and Amos blew out a relieved sigh. The burning had receded to a dull ache, and her body relaxed even more. “You can move now.”
Amos lifted up to peer down at her and pulled his hips back, one of his piercings rubbing over that spot deep inside. “Oh,” she gasped, and lifted her hips to meet him as he pushed back in.
His grunts and gasps were erotic and every time he buried himself, the piercing on his pelvis rubbed against her clit. Now she understood why people liked sex. Very much.
They moved together, the sensations they both felt tangling together through the bond and heightening their pleasure.
Neither of them was quiet as they quickened their movements, and when he rotated his hips so his top piercing swirled against her clit again, she shuddered and screamed as her release took over her body.
A second wave of pleasure hit her, and she screamed again, not realizing until after they came down from their high that it had been Amos’ pleasure extending her own.
They panted, their chests brushing against each other with every breath. Amos pressed a soft kiss to her lips and pushed a sweaty strand of hair off her forehead. “I love you, Clover Ambrose.”
She swallowed. It was the first time she’d heard him say it in person. “I love you too, Your Grace.”
They both lay in the dirt, laughing, and Clover didn’t know if she’d ever been happier.