The Golden Line (Knotted 1) - Page 68
Everything went wrong.
There was pain and a blur as her center of gravity shifted. The grate floor cut into her cheek, her chest, her thigh, Sovereign pinning her belly down. Tossing back an elbow, she struck his ribs, the man hardly grunting as his teeth grazed the nape of her neck.
He bit down so hard she startled.
Gasping at the feeling of the bones in her neck shifting, Quinn found she couldn’t move, only stare in horror as he crunched harder and another burst of feeling stunned her to momentary stillness.
Crying out, fighting like a wild thing, no matter how she tried, Sovereign had her caught, brutally biti
ng the same place each time she grew too frantic. Exhaustion, the need to regroup, another sharp bite, and she yielded.
He released his jaw once she began to tremble.
“Shhhhhh.” Sovereign stroked her body with the weight of his. “You do not need to be afraid.”
There was a slithering brush of probing fingers between her closed thighs. Gripping the black leather of her small covering, he tore it away.
Quinn immediately grew frantic, screaming outrage, and the teeth returned.
Again she was forced into unnatural immobility.
A long lick over the bloody skin of her neck drew out her shiver and the haunting rumble of approval from the male. “It’s time for you to submit to your consort.”
Unsure how he managed to hold her down yet still slip the tips of his fingers up to trace her slit, the woman hissed, bristling at his reverberating growl when Sovereign found her clit engorged.
“You are aroused for me.” With that final statement, he forced his fingers into a slippery cunt.
She instinctively squeezed around the intrusion, confused, fighting an unsettling urge to press back against thrusting digits.
Wriggling, struggling for breath, Quinn demanded, “Stop!”
Those unwelcome fingers found her piercing. Tugging and playing with it, he drew out shrill bursts of friction each time the metal skated across the sensitive nub of flesh it decorated.
Shrieking, she tried to shift his weight again.
“Surrender.” Sovereign spoke as if licking her blood from his lips. “Or I will be forced to impose submission the entire time I fuck you.”
“Get off—” She gave out a grunt, her words lost in her throat once his bite reestablished.
She felt his hand leave her and work the fastenings of his clothes. Before she could overcome the momentary listlessness, an unwelcome girth breached. His penetration pushed forward mercilessly until the bastard was fully sheathed.
Balls deep, Sovereign offered an extended groan so obscene her body responded, gripping tight around the intrusion and wetting him further.
Warm breath tickled over her ear. “Perfect.”
When he began to thrust, Quinn struggled, gaining nothing. His answer was to display further aggression, grinding her painfully into the grate floor, moaning each time he manipulated her reaction until her cunt seeped and her insides tried to pull him in.
Smashed under the onslaught of remorseless pounding hips, Quinn wriggled, hissed, her noises twisting into calls that shamed her. Each time she keened at the fingers playing with her piercing and the fullness of his cock, he praised her—licking the bite wounds, moving with the speed and ferocity of a male giving what a raging female desired.
A teetering climax, one she had been holding back from the first intrusion, became a nightmarish thing. The leaking psionics, the fear of herself, brought her to whine, “Please…”
“Yes, Sigil.” Sovereign surged, fucking in so hard she grunted at each thrust. “Beg me for more.”
Saturated in stimulus, panting, pleading for a thing partway between mercy and annihilation, she screamed, “Please!” choked on the word, and climaxed so hard the world went black.
Behind her, Sovereign’s jaw unhinged, the man shouting as he came.
He bit her neck one final time, erratically thrusting those last messy plunges. A long low whimper—half panicked and half gratified—hummed past parted lips once she felt him gush. Sovereign filled her to the brim, pressed tight to cork every drop of splashing ejaculate spilled in her tender passage.