Page 8 of Held
“I’m fine,” she assured him, shaking with pain. It was now or never.
She took a calming breath and positioned his cockhead at her entrance. Then she started to sink down.
It was astretch. It took multiple thrusts for her to even fit the cockhead, and by the time it finally popped in, they were both moaning.
Well,shewas moaning. Wick was making a low, guttural growl that should have made her skin crawl. Instead, it made her feel… wanted. Which was not a feeling she was unused to. She had actually grown tired of it. But the idea that he was growling like that, those clawed hands twitching against her hips, so obviously affected, and yet he was staying still just like she asked…
It might have been enough for her to trust him if he were human.
The hot pain was receding. Not dissipating—not yet. But it was draining away the more she rode him.
Briar rolled her hips. His cock slipped deeper inside, bumping against his first ridge. She rocked down again, and they both gasped as the ridge sank into her.
She rode him faster. That ridge felt so good popping in and out of her, she almost forgot about what she had to do. She had to make this monster come inside her before the day ticked over.
She leaned over him, staring into his fiery eyes. “How does it feel, big boy? Do I feel good?”
Wick made a strangled roar. His hips spasmed, his claws pressing into her hips.
“You feel,” he started, his voice so thick it was barely recognizable. “You smell like— You’re so?—”
He cut off with a guttural growl. His horns shoved against the nest, his wings shuddering under him.
Briar rode him faster. It was always more difficult when she let herself get swept away like this, but she had a job to do: not die. And she wasn’t going to get distracted just because of the pleasure jolting through her every time she bounced on his dick ridges.
“So big,” she moaned. “Feels so good.”
She was pulling out all her usual lines, but for once, she didn’t have to fake it. Her moans were short and shocked, none of the high, airy ones she usually made to make men come faster. The deeper she sat on his cock, the harder it was to perform for him.
She unlaced her shirt, kneading her breasts. “Touch me. I need you.”
Wick groaned, wings shuddering against the nest. He reached up with one shaky hand to squeeze her breasts, pulling at the nipples like she had just been doing. His claws were so gentle. Every touch made her heart beat faster. He could pushher down at any time, could tear her to shreds, and yet he was being so careful to make it good for her.
“Just like that,” she encouraged.
His hips jerked up, forcing his cock impossibly deep.
Briar yelled. She was getting close again; she could feel it. And the closer she got, the more she wanted him to disobey her rules. To shove him over onto her hands and knees andtakeher, the way she wanted to be taken. The way she never let anybody take her. She wanted his hot breath in her ear, his strong arms around her body as he plowed into her. She wanted those spiked wings looming over her, those growls getting louder and louder as he fucked deeper inside.
Wick’s hips jumped again. He was fucking her properly now, and Briar knew she should warn him to stay still like she’d asked. But she was opening up so sweetly around him, a second ridge popping inside as she sank deeper. It felt so good that she let him keep doing it.
He dropped her breasts, his hands wrapping around her waist. He pulled her down with each thrust, and Briar wailed as he used her body. Usually, it triggered a series of dirty feelings she had to ignore to enjoy things. But it was hard to feel anything but pure pleasure as he shoved his ridged cock deeper and deeper.
Briar whimpered, bracing her hands on his chest as he lifted her, pulling her back down on his cock.
Wick’s growl grew louder. The fire in his eyes swelled until she could feel the heat on her face as he stared hungrily up at her.
It wasn’t just lust, she realized with a jolt. This wasbloodhunger.
But before the fear could truly take hold, her necklace glowed.
Briar looked down. The necklace bounced between her breasts with each thrust. White light filled the cave, washing them both in a pale glow.
Wick’s thrusts faltered. His hands loosened around her waist, his claws retracting where they were almost breaking the skin. The fire in his eyes dimmed, a shocked noise spilling out of his throat.
“Briar,” he rasped urgently.
He was going to ask if she was okay. She could tell. But she couldn’t handle that kind of sweetness, even from a Skullstalker. Despite all her efforts, she still had an unbearably soft heart. She wasn’t about to let an unnaturally kind monster near it.
