Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
Kragorn
My Kteer howled in excitement, and my heart thrummed in beat. Mine mine mine, the beat seemed to roar as I lifted Lillian. My body was still healing, the weeks and months of inactivity and sickness had taken their toll…but for this?
For loving my Mate?
I would be the most powerful male in existence.
Take claim love lick claim fook need!
I slid my feet along the sandy bottom of the heated pool, heading for a particular ledge—a ledge I had dreamed of seeing her laid out upon since those dark days in the dungeon.
Now I lifted her and she gasped, reaching for my shoulders as I pulled her away from my body and plunked her arse down on the rock.
“Kragorn?”
“Hush, love,” I scolded, stepping back just far enough—my hands still on her waist—to take in the view. I took her wrists in my hands to hold her still as she wiggled.
“I’ve been waiting months for this view. Dinnae deny me now.”
Her adorable brows rose.
“Months?”
“Aye,” I drawled, my gaze caressing her breasts, the curves of her thighs. “I watched ye even then, even before ye were brave enough to save me, dkaar.”
“What does that mean?” she whispered, her hands twisting in mine. “Duh-kar?”
I lifted my gaze to hers, the sound of the word coming from her sweet mouth melting my heart.
“Beloved,” I murmured with a smile, stretching up out of the water to claim her lips once more. Beloved.
Her return kiss was hesitant at first, but soon grew as eager as she’d been moments before. Was it just because she wasn’t used to being on display? Well, she would be, as a chief’s Mate.
“Mine,” I rasped, as my kisses moved down her throat to her breasts.
“Yours,” she agreed, arching into my hold. Her palms rested on the rock ledge behind her, and as I moved between her thighs, they parted for me.
My Mate wanted me as much as I wanted her—I could scent her arousal even above the faint hint of sulphur from the water.
As my mouth closed around one perfectly petite breast, she moaned and curled forward, fingers in my hair.
I took the other breast in my hand and teased her nipple until she was squirming on the ledge, edging closer and closer to me.
Gods below, she felt good! My Kteer exalted, and my cock throbbed with impatience, but I was determined to enjoy this. I would draw out my Mate’s pleasure as long as possible.
Unfortunately, my Mate had other ideas.
“Kragorn! I am yours, am I not?”
I smiled as my lips trailed down her side, my tusk lightly scraping her skin.
“Please, Kragorn!”
“My pleasure.” But when I spread her legs and settled between them, she gasped, tightening her thighs around my ears.
I placed my hands on her knees to keep them from crushing my head then put on my sternest expression and looked up at her.
“Mine, Lillian. Ye are mine, this cunny is mine, yer heart is mine.”
Something like confusion flitted across her face before the muscles in her legs slowly relaxed.
“Aye,” she whispered.
“Say it,” I commanded harshly.
“My body belongs to you, Kragorn.”
“What else?” I spread her legs, lowering my mouth to her curls.
“My cunny belongs to—Oh God!” she all but wailed as my tongue found her wetness.
She was everything I’d dreamed of. Sweet, salty, perfect. I licked her again, and a third time as she whimpered and squirmed on the rock ledge.
I hoped the steam from the hot springs would keep her warm, because at this moment, my Kteer wouldn’t allow me to pull away. Not when I was finally—finally!—tasting my Mate’s delicious arousal.
Tipping my head to one side, I slid my tusk along her inner thigh, loving the way she shuddered.
“Ye can be as loud as ye like out here, love. Nae one will hear ye.”
But when I glanced up, ‘twas to see her holding her palm over her mouth, her blue eyes above her fingers wide with shock. I grinned, reached up to pull her hand away from her mouth, and placed it on my head.
“Let me hear ye scream, love. I need to ken what ye like.”
With that I slid my tongue along her wetness again, then flicked it across the little nub hidden in her curls.
She gasped and jerked forward, and I remembered the way she’d liked pressure applied to that spot, so I licked it again.
When she moaned and curled around my head, I smiled against her cunny, feeling triumphant.
I could have rested between her legs for the remainder of eternity, and mayhap I did.
When I slid one of my fingers inside her, she stiffened for an instant before she relaxed with another groan, and I whispered praise as I kissed her sensitive folds.
A second finger, another groan, and I was able to curl them inside her.
She was so godsdamned tight, I knew she’d never experienced such a thing. It wouldn’t have mattered to me if my Mate had known another male’s touch, but the fact she hadn’t, made my Kteer crow. When I claimed her in front of our clan for the first time, ‘twould be the first time.
“Kra—Oh my God, do that again,” she gasped, and I chuckled against her cunny.
Gladly, my love.
I curled my fingers forward, the pads of my fingers caressing the rough patch behind that special nub, as I closed my mouth around the nub and pressed my tongue against it.
She screamed wordlessly as she came, bucking against my face and my fingers. Gods below, the sensation of her inner muscles squeezing my fingers almost made me spill into the water.
“That’s it, love. Ride it out,” I commanded, stroking her as the spasms slowed. “Feeling ye come is the most perfect sensation, dkaar. Ye’ve made me so happy.”
“Kragorn,” she gasped, twitching as she curled around my head. “Oh my God.”
“That’s my good lass,” I murmured, my fingers beginning to move again, curling forward gently. “I’ve never tasted aught as magnificent as ye.”
She slowly began to relax. “My…my cunny . . .”
“Aye, this sweet little cunny.”
“Yours?”
I grinned against her curls, unable to help licking her again.
“Thank ye, love.” Another lick, then another, and I groaned in surrender, realizing I wasn’t done yet.
Lillian’s arousal had spilled across my hand and jaw, and I licked it as I licked her. I stroked her from the inside as I teased that pearl of her pleasure, and she gasped and writhed and whimpered above me.
A third finger joined the first two, and I realized I was stretching her, preparing her for my cock which ached to slide into this delicious sweetness. But not yet.
Today was for her.
When she came the second time, ‘twas with a whimper, not a scream, although she bucked against my hand and mouth, her fingers tightening in my hair almost painfully as she gasped and rocked back and forth.
The sharp pain was pleasant, a reminder that not only was I alive and free, but I was bringing my Mate the pleasure she deserved. Everything she deserved.
“Oh God, oh God.” Lillian moaned and I pulled my mouth reluctantly away from her cunny.
“Kragorn, I cannot…”
With my fingers still stroking inside her, I almost didn’t catch her as she threw herself forward, sliding off the ledge and into the water to press against my chest. When I withdrew, she whimpered and rested her forehead against my shoulder.
“What is it, love?” My palms skimmed her sides, her arms, her back, my Kteer making it unable for me to not be touching her.
Claim lick fook take now now claim!
“I…I cannot…” she was gasping, her hips gyrating against my stomach. “I have never…”
“What is it?” I repeated, forcing my Kteer into submission long enough to pull her away so I could study her red face in sudden concern. “Is aught amiss?”
“I have never experienced pleasure twice,” she whispered, her gaze on my throat. “Such a thing…” Lillian shook her head. “I never thought I would be worthy of a male’s consideration in this.”
Scoffing, I lifted her, turning her about, sliding her back along my chest as I cupped her breasts. Her arse nestled against my throbbing cock.
“Ye are the worthiest female I ken, Lillian,” I murmured, cupping her tits, rolling and tugging her nipples until her head fell back in surrender. Her eyes closed, her lips gently parted.
“Yer entire life, ye have been hiding yerself behind hard work and dull shawls, but ye are worthy.” I flexed my hips, sliding my cock along the cleft of her arse. “Ye are kind and beautiful and caring and capable and intelligent. Ye deserve all the pleasure in the world.”
“Nay, I—” Lillian’s words were choked, and she reached for my forearms to support herself. “I am just me. The least of my sisters. I thought . . .”
I hummed as I slid my cock along the sweet cleft of her arse again. Gods below, I wanted to sink into her welcoming warmth, but knew I couldn’t. Not yet.
“Ye thought what, dkaar?”
“My body is yours, Kragorn. I thought you would want to…” She broke off with a groan that turned to panting as I tugged her nipples, causing her to arch her back. “God, that feels good. I thought you would want to use my body.”
I stilled. “Is that what ye thought I meant when I said ye were mine?”
“I belong to you,” she panted, squirming in my hold, her arousal obvious even beneath the water. “I am your captive.”
I grinned against her hair. I could play to her game. Was this what humans called a fantasy?
“My eager little captive.”
“Aye, Kragorn! My cunny…”
Another groan.
“Yours. Please.”
“Och, love…” My grip turned to caresses, and I moved us toward the ledge once more. “Yer cunny is for yer pleasure, do ye no’ understand? When I make my Mate come, I fulfill—”
“Mate?” she squawked, and aye, ‘twas a squawk, as I settled her feet on a rock beneath the surface and placed her palms on the same ledge where she’d been sitting moments before. With the top half of her body out of the water, she twisted enough for me to see shock on her face.
“Mate?”
“Aye, love.” I kissed her shoulder. “Ye are mine, and I am yers. And because ye are a chief’s Mate, the first time I claim yer cunny, there’s a bit of ceremony attached.”
Her eyes were wide.
“Mate, Kragorn? You—we…?”
I grinned and settled behind her.