Warlord's Ward

Rougher

Warlord was doing as promised. He was filling my mouth with his hard length. Stroking along my tongue as he grew stiffer. His aggression mounting because we were only a couple night's shy of the Mating Moon.

He growled and he was riding into my face. His hips beginning to jerk.

The sounds of his pleasure was doing wild things to me, in return. Despite the momentary fear I'd experience as he filled my throat. Worrying when my next breath of air would come, I found myself savoring the sounds he was making.

His rough touch exciting me as his hands roamed my body as though he owned it. Touching me all the places that Clements had never been able to.

"Stop thinking of him." Warlord said violently. His touch growing rougher as he began to strain to reach the back of my mouth. Filling my throat so it wrapped him entirely. My lips naturally pressing around the base of him as I felt the compression in the back of my neck.

When I grunted in objection, he moaned at the feel of my voice vibrating along the tender flesh.

"Take it, Jade. Relax and open your throat. Let me have it."

I started to turn my head away but his hands reached down to snatch my cheeks, holding me in place for him. With my head tipped so far back I felt like when he entered my throat, he was able to touch deep beneath my collar.

His hands slid from my cheeks to grasp my breasts in tight handfuls. Using them to hold me in place while he fucked my throat.

He purred in pleasure. "Mmm...She-wolf..."

***

When I could take no more. Feeling like I was strangling and beginning to fear that he'd forget once and steal my air too long, I threw my hands up. Pushing against his pelvis.

He stopped instantly. Withdrawing from my mouth made me gasp. Dropping a hand to my throat to soothe the stretching sensation and wiping the extra saliva from my chin.

"Was that it?" I rasped. Glaring at him heatedly.

"Not nearly." He blinked slowly at me. "I want more."

"I can't." I shook my head.

"You can." His head dropped, and his firey blue eyes brightened until they luminesced like the inside of a flame. "And you're going to."

"Please, Warlord." I lifted a hand to ward him off.

"You're afraid?"

I nodded slowly.

"I'll show you a different way." He stood. Walking around to stand near my knees.

For a terrifying moment I wondered if I'd feel him inside my heat the same way he'd been in my mouth. I tried to slide my knees together but he lowered one of his between so I couldn't close them.

"Ah. Ah. Ah." He tsked. "Stop worrying about that. Stop fearing what I'll do. You can't journey through what brings you and I pleasure if you're too worried about what is happening next. Relax, accept I am your fate and join me on the venture." He offered me his hand.

I stared at it in shock.

***

He wants me to take that. It was common sense, but it seemed foreign today.

I looked up at him in confusion. "No, Warlord. I'm not going to relax with you. You're not my mate, you're not my lover. You're the man that has declared me his captive."

"Obviously. But you can fight me every step of the way. Fear what it is to come and fight it when it happens, but I ensure you that will only bring you more pain. I will take you by force. I've already told the king you're mine."

"What's that mean?" I sat up. Feeling somewhat dizzied as I clung to the chairback.

"It means you're mine."

"Or what?" I probed. Giving him a sideways look.

His mouth whitened and he gave me a long look.

"It doesn't matter. As I've already said, you're mine." There was clear, unemotional, authority in his voice.

Does it mean the king would have me if Warlord does not? That was a terrifying idea. I'd seen the way King Detry had studied the young women his soldiers collected.

He beds them. And he'd exuded an aura that told me he'd be far less kind than Warlord was proving to be.

"On your feet." Warlord snapped, drawing me from my haze. He let his hand fall.

I lurched up. Unwilling to suffer further repercussions for failing to obey him. Not today.

I sensed I was already on thin ice.

***

He stared down at me standing so close before him. Eying me like I was some prized creature he enjoyed looking at. His study became so thorough I had to look away.

My gaze falling to the side of me, as I memorized the scratches in the stone floor.

He wanted to touch me. I could feel the heat of his body generating. His naked flesh warming mine despite the inches between us.

I could feel the howling of his animal under his skin. Glimpsing the rippling of his skin and the seeping of fur between his pores as the wolf fought for dominance.

Lowering his head, Warlord closed his eyes. Rumbling in his throat. And in a moment, he rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. Opening those vibrant blue eyes to level them on me.

Back in control.

I wondered briefly if anything could completely jolt his composure. Nothing I've seen yet.

He abruptly caught my hand and walked me around the chair. Pointing to the pillow. "On your knees."

I looked up at him. Wanting badly to refuse.

"Jade..." He tilted his head warningly. Eyes narrowing fiercely.

***

I complied. Sliding down so I knelt on the pillow as he had before.

"Breathe." He coached. "And when you're ready, open your lips and lower your tongue. I won't wait forever though."

Chewing my lip, I stalled a long while before complying.

I felt the sensation of him slipping between my lips again. But this way allowed me to breathe better.

"If you hold onto it, you can control the movements." He offered.

I looked up at him. His cock still between my lips and my eyes still watering slightly from his thrusting in my mouth before.

"Beautiful." He reached down to caress down my cheek and cup my chin. He waited for me to wrap my fingers around the base of him. Then he helped guide my chin forward and back. Learning to pleasure him.

I grew more confident in the motions. Eventually sliding both my hands to his thighs as I maneuvered him into my mouth. Learning to breathe as I guided him back out.

He made a primal sound that made me instantly wet. Feeling the dampness of my hole slipping onto my heels folded under me.

He moaned once, twice and then I felt the hot, saltiness of his fluid touch, my tongue. Exhilarated by the flexing of his body. The tensing of his every muscle and feeling a moment of power over his powerful body.