She stretched, arching her back. “A Prince as my sexual servant,” she said. “I likethat.”
Malin paused, dark brow lifting slowly. His fingers plucked her nipplesand—
“Shit!” Surah yowled, nearly jumping off the couch from the shootingpain.
Malin’s smile was dark. “A Prince, yes. Not a house cat, Lady. Never forget who–what–is in yourbed.”
* * *
The word’s enflamed her,even as she settled back to be a bad girl. For a few minutes, anyway. He lowered his head to the abused nipple and took her in his mouth, suckling. She knew better than to expect Malin to ever be submissive, but...hmmm. Thoughts for later. Surah wrapped her legs around Malin’s waist and in a quick motion, tumbled them both off the couch onto the floor, straddling Malin, rising above him with sensualmischief.
“My turn,” she said. She felt like a cat, and not a house cat. But maybe some kind of mountain lion, sleek and powerful, stalking her prey. Ready to pounce and devour. Malin’s fingers trailed up her spine and Surah arched, hissing. “You just have to be in control, don’t you?” sheasked.
Malin’s eyes glittered. “Who’s on top, and who’s onbottom?”
Surah sniffed. As if that meant anything. But she got busy undressing Malin. Wanting to see that body she knew so well, unwrapped for the sole purpose of being used for their mutual pleasure. “I’m sure you’re fine letting me think I’m incontrol.”
“Why would you want to be, doctor? Don’t you give enough orders during theday?”
“Don’tyou?”
At an impasse, their narrowed gazes clashed, which Surah resolved by peeling the remaining clothing from Malin’s body. Ruefully, she realized they were both a little too alpha. Even in the bedroom, their tempers would clash–they’d have to learn to work around each other’s personalities to avoid full-scalewar.
He lifted his hips enough for her to removes his trousers, cock springing fee because, evidently, he didn’t believe in underwear. Powerful thighs flexed, thick cock jumping as she stared, then wrapped a hand around the base, licking herlips.
“Surah,” he said, voicedark.
She met his eyes, a smile curving her lips. She knew what he–what any man–wanted. Surah took Malin’s wide cock in her mouth, working to open her jaw as wide as possible. It filled her, its length touching the base of her throat. She worked to use all her artistry to provide pleasure. Strong fingers tugged her hair, she looked up at her Prince to find the slanted eyes shut, the beautiful stone face slack. Satisfaction welled.Shecould do this to this male. Onlyshe.
Then Malin’s eyes opened and he half sat up, muscles of his abdomen bunching. Surah was instantly distracted. “My, what lovely abs you have, myPrince.…”
“Surah, payattention.”
She snapped out of her reverie–resentfully, she couldn’t help if she was an abs gal. And then the fingers in her hair caressed down her body, landing on her ass and squeezing each toned cheek. But there was a hesitance in his touch. Surah’s eyes narrowed. She knew Malin–knew when he wasdelaying.
“What’s wrong? Spit itout.”
“I mean no insult, or to imply you are weak, but…you’re half-human. I don’t want to hurtyou.”
She laughed. “That’s so sweet. Malin,everybad girl wants to be ‘hurt’.” Her voice dropped to a croon. “And I’m a very bad girl. Ask the warriors of the court. Andtheyweren’t concerned about hurtingme.”
He stiffened, eyes flashing, and growled at her, pulling her to her feet. Evidently no longer worried. “If you touch another male again, I’ll cut his wings off,” Malin snapped, pulling her towards thebedroom.
Surah’s lips curved in a smile. Jealousy looked good on Malin. He shoved her onto the bed, kissing her, then flipping Surah onto her knees, positioning her just the way she’dfantasized.
She twisted to watch the Prince looming over her, staring down with implacable intent. Fingers slipped inside her, the pressure and friction bringing a gasp to her throat, the stretching a sensation unlike any she’d ever felt, because it was Malin above her, Malin inside her. Surah knew she didn’t need so much preparation and allowed the demand to seep into the line of her body, non-verbal cues warriors were trained tonotice.
Malin heard, and understood. Grasping his cock in his hand, the mushroom head pressed at Surah's entrance. She relaxed her body, concentrated on nothing but the feel of the wide cock pushing into her, stretching her pussy, the thrill of knowing Malin finally belonged to her. He met her thin barrier and paused, but she pushed back against him. She was warrior trained, she didn’t care about a little pain. Grabbing her hips, he surged forward, lodging himself inside. She cried out, spreading her thighs even wider from instinct. It stung, but when he began to move, her bodywarmed.
It began to drive her mad, the slow, deliberate possession. Her fingers dug into the sheets. “Malin,” Surah hissed. “Fuckme.”
He laughed, the deep sound of a man fully in charge, who knew exactly what he was doing... making his lover beg. “Did you think is was going to be quick, easy?” Malin said. “After the years you’ve made me wait. No, Surah. I’ll wring every last cry from your throat. I’m going to fuck your pussy hard–butslow.”
Pulling out, his cock teased Surah's entrance again. She pushed her ass against Malin, trying to take what she wanted. The pressure, the tightness, the silky heat and steel, the weight of balls slapping against her skin. Malin entered her again, this time with more force, building up into a steady rhythm of strokes that stoked the forge of Surah'sdesire.
“Malin!” She couldn’t help the cry that ripped from her throat. The place inside her that brought her such pleasure sang every time Malin thrust, hips rolling in a sensual rhythm. The slap of skin sounded in the room, quiet but for their moans of passion. The pleasure built, fueled by knowledge that this wasn’t some random party oral fuck but the man she loved, giving himself. Giving andtaking.
His hands grabbed her bobbing breasts, kneading flesh as he leaned over her, grinding inside her body. An orgasm rippled through her body, a tidal wave leaving her momentarily deaf and blind. Malin’s hot seed filled her, her body clenching around his length, the gargoyle shouting out his pleasure. A fine fragrance of sweat and cum scented the air. Surah collapsed on the bed, not caring to live one moment longer. If she died now, she would die happy. Malin settled next to her more slowly, pulling her into hisarms.
