Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Thanks - Sandor x Reader

"And where do ya think your goin woman.........?" The sleep heavy, gravely voice of the man behind her asked, as she pushed back the sheets and tried to get out of the bed; only to find herself pulled back into the mattress and his arms. (Y/n) chuckling as she lay her head back on Sandor's chest.

"I thought you were asleep. I was going to go and get you something to eat before you have to deal with that little shit, for the day......"

"I don't need any food, luv. Got all I need right here......." Sandor countered, as he pulled her closer. A happy sigh leaving his lips, as her fingers moved through the hair on his chest.

In part, Sandor knew that he should thank the little cunt of a king for all this; for it was Joffrey that had thought it would be amusing to marry one of Ned Stark's bitches, to his own dog, after having her father beheaded as a traitor. It just another way to make the daughters of the Lord Paramount of the North, suffer, for his own sick amusement. Yet what Joffrey didn't know, what no one knew, was that a marriage was something that neither Sandor, nor the she-wolf were averse to.

The younger Clegane had first seen Ned Stark's oldest daughter when he had followed the royal entourage up to Winterfell. The Hound present when the King and his retinue had been introduced to the family. And there she had been, (Y/n) Stark; her beautiful eyes set on him. The bright orbs only leaving his gaze when she had been introduced to Robert. The lady never once seeming scared, appearing disgusted by his visage as he had stood not far from the nobles; not blind to the stirrings that the rare beauty was causing within him. Yet it wasn't until he had found her one day, sitting and reading below the canopy of blood red leaves of the weirwood tree, that he had been able to speak to her. The smile she gave him, as she asked him to join her, enough to not only light up the whole of the Godswood, but his heart too. (Y/n) Stark proving to be like no other woman that he had ever met, as they spoke. Sandor even closing his eyes and not protesting, as she had reached up and placed her hand carefully on his scared cheek, her fingers ghosting over the marred skin. No one ever having touched him like that before; no woman, not even the ones that he paid to spend time with him, ever wanting to do such a thing. Though he had huffed when she had said that his scar had a certain beauty all its own, despite the sincerity in her eyes as she spoke.

But what he had never expected had been the knock at his door one night. A knock that proved to be that of the she-wolf, who he had been fantasising about since the first night in the north. Sandor not sure what to think as she had made her way into the small room and closed the door behind her. Not sure what to think when she had pushed herself up onto her tiptoes so she could kiss him; though when she had removed the cloak that covered her, to reveal that she was naked; she taking his hand and placing it on her bare flesh, he no longer cared about thinking. The big man taking her up into his arms and carrying her to his bed; (Y/n) freely, happily giving herself to him. Loving him as no other woman had ever loved him before. And now here they were, (Y/n) Stark, now (Y/n) Clegane. The only person in the whole rotten world that he cared for; that he would truly protect with his life.

"Sandor.........."

"Huh............?"

"It's still only early.........And we are both awake.........."

"Hmmm........." Sandor smiling as he felt his wife's hand slowly make its way down from his chest, to below the covers. The Hound grunting as her small palm found his cock. His arm tightening around her, as her fingers curled around his manhood, and she began to stroke him. His jaw setting firmly, as her tongue twisted around his nipple.

"Damn it woman, ya shouldn't tease. Ya know what'll happen........."

"And that is why I do it, my dear husband......." (Y/n) countered, as she smiled up at him. The new Lady Clegane letting out an excited squeal as Sandor was suddenly over her. His large body in between her legs. Her head dropping back as his now rock-hard cock nudged at her entrance.

"Ya want it rough, don't ya.....? Ya want ta scream, as I make ya cum, don't ya........? Ya want ta be reminded who ya belong to, don't ya........?" Sandor growled into her ear, as he pushed himself through her slick folds. His grip on the sheets beneath them, tightening, as her arousal covered him, and her nails dug into the muscles of his back. A shiver going down his spine, as his bride trembled beneath him. (Y/n) nodding before begging him to take her as he wanted; to be as rough as he liked. To make her feel as only he could. Sandor more than happy to do just that. He pushing himself up onto his knees, stroking his already weeping cock as he looked down at her form; her body bucking upward, pleading for him to satisfy her, to fill her completely. A low, rumbling snarl coming from deep inside him, before he grabbed her hips and thrust himself inside her, mercilessly. (Y/n) letting out a gasp as he gave her no time to adjust to his size, Sandor just pulling her legs high up on his shoulders so that he could get as deep as possible inside her. So he could find that spot he knew drove her wild; that made her come undone when the tip of his cock slammed into it over and over again. A small smile coming to Sandor's lips as the sounds of (Y/n)'s moans filled the little room. He never having seen anything more beautiful, more wonderous than the woman that was quivering beneath him. And thanks to Joffrey, she was now all his.