Warlord's Ward

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"We have to stop soon." Killian said in a terse voice.

"What's wrong?" I peered at him.

"We need a shelter."

"There's one over the hill." Aviari remarked. "Just a bit further. I had the fey build it for you."

"Why?"

"The Mating Moon." Aviari remarked off-handedly. As if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Will you be joining him?"

I blinked at him in shock.

"Yes." Killian croaked. Putting a hand to his stomach as if he were in tremendous pain.

"Are you okay?" He gave me a quick look. Catching my hand he walked us faster through the trees.

The moon was fat and round with a pink hue. Peering down at us mockingly. Looking utterly peaceful, despite that it was driving Killian mad.

We reached the hut and Aviari directed the mages to surround it and sleep for the night.

Killian dragged me to the door and pushed it open. We entered a sparse little hut. It had minimal furniture. Still, it was strangely pretty. There were ornate engravings along the trim boards of every wall. Making each corner of the room decorative. It had a few pretty tapestries which gave it a homie feel.

There was a low bed dominating the hut. A simple chair and small square table in the corner.

The bed was tossed with a thick wool coverlet and a few furs. Looking deliciously comfortable.

I was exhausted. Still unable to believe we'd made it out of King Detry's castle.

The door slamming drew my attention back to the man near the door.

Killian was blocking my way out. His long waving hair was now free of the tether. He pulled the tunic over his shoulder. Revealing the smooth skin of his chest and abdomen. Curved with muscle. His belly looked flat and flexed with each movement. There was the curve of his bone rising over his hip. 'v'ing down further.

He was breathing raggedly. His chest lifting and falling. His blue eyes were locked on me, tinged around the edges in yellow. His expression was ravenous.

"Get your clothes off!" He growled viciously.

I eyed him stunned.

"Now!" He barked. "Get on your knees."

I slipped my shoulders out of my clothes. Giving him a wide-eyed look. He sounded angry.

What did I do?

"Killian?" I asked in confusion. I had no idea what I'd done wrong.

"Now, Jade."

Looking at him, I could see how tense he was.

He was nearly growling through clenched teeth.

I slid to my knees before him. Reaching up I caught the shoulders of the dress and slowly lowered them off my arms and let them slip down over my arms. Baring me to his view.

He took in the sight of my small, perky breasts. Crested in dark pointed tips. The areole surrounding them delicate and velvet soft. As I breathed, they lifted and fell. Making him grown achingly.

"More." He pleaded.

I slid the dress down. Peeling it off one arm and then the other. Looking at the floor as I let it drop in a pool around my knees.

"Mmm." He crooned in approval. "So beautiful."

He strode over to crouch before me. "Move your knees apart."

He lightly pressed the tip of one finger against the inside of my knee, guiding it further from the other.

I swallowed hard as I looked up at him. Wondering what he'd do.

This was the Killian I'd first met.

Warlord.

And the man I'd angered when I spoke of his family.

But it wasn't the Killian I'd come to know.

The sweet man with laughing blue eyes.

My Killian.

He was scaring me now.

***

He inhaled sharply. "Do you smell that?"

I shook my head.

"The smell of your she-wolf..." He said huskily. "It's one more night until the Mating Moon and already I can't take it."

"Take what?"

"Your scent is driving me mad. The pheromones of a female are specially designed to be enhanced under the moon. To lure a male mate. And by all that's holy, she-wolf, you have me."

He tilted his head as he watched my face intently stretching his arm and turning his palm up toward the crux of my thighs. Where there was the dark nest of red and black hair, just below my pelvis and gliding up to my flat belly and the rounded bottom curve of my breasts.

All of my body beckoning a man's touch as I waited. Not even realizing how tempting I looked. Nor how badly he wanted inside...

He lifted his hand and without readying my body, he lifted one long finger and inserted it just beyond my opening.

"Ahh." He sighed in pleasure at the tight feel of the suction surrounding his digit.

Working it in small circles to moisten me for further entrance.

I gasped and caught his arm.

"Put your hands down and submit to me." He commanded. Blue eyes flashing fiercely.

I could hear the warning tone in his voice and sensed his dominance. Knowing instinctively that he would force me if I tested him.

He seemed barely in control.

I lowered my hands to my sides. Resting along my hips, where I tightened them into fists. Willing myself not to move.

"Mmm." He leaned forward to nuzzle my cheek with the tip of his nose. "It's sexy when you obey me."

I blinked at him. Having no idea what more I could say.

"I'm going to fuck you, Jade." He said in my ear. "Like you are mine. And like you will always be."

***

He pushed his finger the rest of the way into me, and my head fell back. I cried out at the willpower it took to not lift my hands to either push him away or draw him closer.

"You're killing me, Killian." I whined.

"Good. Do as I say."

He was merciless. Lifting his hand up and down to force his finger into me and withdraw, then back in.

My body swayed forward and back as he moved me.

To better control me, he caught my shoulder and stilled it. Making me kneel motionless while he stroked that long finger in and out of me. Building friction. Making my inner walls tighten and shiver as I came closer and closer to my climax.

I yelped and lifted my hands to his chest. Taking a long breath as I felt my channel clench down on him. The next grip would be ecstasy but he hissed in disapproval and yanked his finger out.

"Bad!"

"What?" I eye him anxiously. Brows drawn together in puzzlement.

"You're not obeying!"