Barbarian King’s Mate by Ivy Sparks

Chapter Eleven

Daphne

I draggedmy shattered awareness back to Garath, and I found those words coming unbidden from the bottom of my heart. “Please. I need you. Please. Make me yours.”

He darted in and kissed me once before rearing off. He glared down at me with smoldering ferocity. I didn’t have to say it. He held me in his arms. He lowered me onto his cock and pulled me off it as he chose. I was already his, and we both knew it.

“You want this?” he snarled. “You want me inside you?”

“Please,” I whined. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

“How deep do you want it?”

“I need you,” I whimpered. “I need all of you.”

I never would have dreamed of saying those words to a man—not under any circumstances. I couldn’t think of anything more humiliating than that.

He was different, though. He drove me to my limit of orgasmic pleasure and left me aching for more. I could never get enough of him, and he didn’t even fully penetrate me yet. He did it all with his mouth and fingers and his eyes.

God, those eyes! Even now, I couldn’t resist them. When he looked into my heart and soul like that, I would say anything to be his. I would humiliate myself in front of all these people. The very fact that his clansmen were watching us right now heightened my arousal. I wanted all of them to see me debase myself to Garath’s power.

His thick meat brushed my slit again. Without any warning, I erupted into another orgasm. My channel almost sucked him into it, but he didn’t plow into my depths. He teased the opening, driving me insane.

Every time he said, “Do you want it?” I wanted to die. I felt like I was dying every time he propelled me into another soul-destroying orgasm. I couldn’t stop myself. In a way, my ability to stop myself had shut down long ago.

Now he held all the cards, just like he held my body in his hands. He could bring me closer and make me climax. He could push me away and leave me devastated without him. Whatever happened to me rested entirely with him now, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how that happened.

He brought me down on his alien shaft one more time. I looked down at it, having been trying to ignore it this entire time for fear of its size. And God, was it huge. Could I even take him all the way? But the thought of that disappeared as I took in the shape. It wasn’t just a plain smooth cock; it had ridges that seemed to be built for stimulating all my most tender spots in my hidden depths.

His mouth closed over mine as he penetrated deeper into my saturated tissues again, but he was still teasing. Anything less than full, strong thrusts that split me in half would never be enough. I needed it all. I would die without it.

All at once, without warning, he dropped me onto his cock and slammed inside me to my limit. I screamed as his thickness cracked me in half. My eyes shot open, and the next second, I was reeling off into another catastrophic release.

He pulled all the way out and rotated his cock around my drenched lips. I almost burst into tears, but there was nothing I could do. I said I wanted him to make me his, and that was what he was doing. I begged him again and again to do this. I couldn’t take it back now, and I didn’t want to.

I moaned and whimpered on the ragged edge of delirium. How long had this been going on? Would he keep me orgasming all night? I thought that kind of thing only happened in torrid bodice-ripping novels.

He lowered me onto his shaft one more time, but this time, he did it so slowly that every inch sparked a fresh torrent of ecstasy. The explosions rocketed to my fingertips and the ends of my hair. Sparks burst behind my eyes.

He slid to the deepest point and stayed there. He rotated his hips to screw his shaft into my flesh, and I throbbed all over with the sheer, impossible pleasure of it all. He was inside me. He filled me to bursting and I couldn’t stand it. The overwhelming sensation of his thickness overpowered my system until I couldn’t do anything but climax in ripping screams.

I clasped him around the shoulders, hanging on for dear life against this tempest tearing me apart. He tried to kiss me again, but my face and body somehow forgot how to do it. I tossed and rolled in a fit of continuous release that threatened to blow me away.

Somewhere in all that chaos, he started stroking into me in a steady rhythm. He pumped me with his entire length, and my juices fizzed around his veins and ridges. Every pop of his straining cock over my quivering muscles spun me out of control all over again.

I dragged my awareness back from the brink to find him glaring down at me. He bared his teeth and hissed each time he inhaled. “Mine. All mine.”

“Yours!” I squeaked. “All yours.”

“You want this?” he snarled. “Is this what you want?”

“Please!” I gasped. “Please!”

He struck deep and slammed to my very insides. “This is mine. This is mine. Understand? You’re mine.”

“Yes!” I cried. “I’m yours. Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please make me yours. I need you.”

I meant it all, and a lot more I couldn’t say out loud. I couldn’t say it even to myself.

His arms crushed me in a death grip, dropping me onto that treacherous cock. It felt so incredibly intense every time it slid into me. Every intrusion launched me into a fresh cataclysm of screams, gushing juices, and tremors that quaked my whole being.

He growled into my lips, trying to kiss my mouth that no longer responded. I could only stare into the eyes that possessed me. I moaned. I no longer cared who heard or saw. In fact, I hoped they heard. I hope they saw and understood. Then maybe I would know it really happened that way.

Those eyes and that face encompassed my universe. “You want my seed,” he said. “Take my seed and become mine.”

I froze amid the storm. What was he talking about? All at once, it hit me. This whole ritual—it meant only one thing. It wasn’t about having sex or kissing or any of that.

His seed. He had to transfer his seed to complete the ritual. All this climaxing was nothing. Me climaxing once or a hundred times didn’t make me his. Only he could do that.

Was I just playing around when I said I needed all of him? Did I really think I would come this far, only to back out of the main event?

Just as quickly, my body switched gears. Actually, my everything switched gears. There was no difference anymore between what my body did and what the rest of my being did. I needed him—all of him. I needed every ounce, every droplet.

My body erupted in a fresh wave of desire—not for his cock or his tongue or his fingers. I wanted his very essence. I ached for it. I could never walk away satisfied without it.

“Please,” I whispered. “Please give it to me.”

“You want it?”

“More than anything.”

He gave me one more kiss and slid me off his cock, dripping with my juices. He lowered me to the ground and placed my feet under me. So slowly, he turned me away from him.

So it all came down to this. Now he would get what he wanted. He brought me the greatest pleasure any man ever had. He blew my mind in a thousand ways. Now it was his turn.

He didn’t bend me over and plow me to kingdom come the way I expected, though. He closed his mighty arms around me from behind, and his teeth fell on my neck one more time.

I tensed at the delicious pain shooting into my brain, but I relaxed in another swoon of ecstasy when he slipped his fingers down between my legs. He burrowed into my tissues and circled my clit.

I swayed against him in rapturous bliss, but he didn’t bring me here for this. He crushed his meaty arm around my torso and lifted me off my feet. He lowered me onto his straining shaft and drilled into me from behind.

I gasped at the monstrous size of him, and my eyes flew open. For the first time, I came face to face with the clansmen watching from the perimeter. Their ferocious eyes consumed the sight of Garath taking me for himself.

His fingers plunged to a cruel depth, and I moaned again in another sweeping climax. I didn’t care anymore if they watched. I wanted them to see just how much I wanted him. I wanted them to know I was his.

Garath pierced me and his hips slammed against my ass. My juices spattered his thighs, and his other hand clamped around my breast. I went ballistic and grabbed his arms in volcanic passion. I clasped his fingers tighter around my breast and copied the rhythm of his hand, exciting my clit to a fresh orgasm.

He escalated to a jackhammer rhythm. Every drilling stroke spiked me out to the stratosphere, but the combined attack from behind and from in front never let up. I rubbed his hand deeper into my tissues and ground my ass into him even harder. I needed him so hard and deep.

His strength squeezed the air from my lungs, but I couldn’t stop screaming. I pushed into his thrusts, and he grunted in animal passion. This was it. This was the moment to which everything else led.

His teeth floated up to my ear. He bit down on my earlobe and a smashing wave of lust and emotion blasted me apart. I screamed, and he pounded in deep for the last time. He remained embedded there, and I felt a searing hot gush pour into my body. My body contorted on his massive cock. My muscles rippled along his shaft, milking the last precious drops into me.

His cum mingled with my juices and overflowed my channel. The sensation of that hot sticky fluid running down my ass and thighs turned me on a thousand times more than anything else that happened. I could go through it all again to feel that milky goodness stinging my swollen flesh.

Garath snarled something into my ear, but it sounded like another language to me. His hot breath overpowered my mind until I couldn’t think. I rocked my ass back and forth on his pulsating cock. I wanted more. Nothing would ever be enough.

Long before I was ready to quit, he shoved me off and spun me around. He pulled me against him, and his blazing eyes found mine. In a split second, I sank into those eyes in the intoxicated rush of being his. No one could ever deny that I was truly his. Especially not me.