With the same wild reluctance and fearful glare I eased from the corner toward him. Weighing my options and not liking any of them.
But the pot of stew was still on that table.
Maybe I can slosh it on him and scald him. Or conk him with the pot well and good enough to get a chair to that door and out.
It seemed my only plausible option. So I walked around the table to where he stood. Facing him as boldly as I could muster despite that I wanted to panic and slide under the bed and pray he couldn't get me out.
"Bold one, ye are. I like that." He gave me a proud look.
"Now off with me tunic." He slid a huge callused palm under the shoulder of it and pushed it off. Dropping it over my shoulder and down to my elbow.
I gasped, reflexively lifting my arm to stop the fabric from falling further but already one small breast stuck out above the neckline.
He reached and methodically did the same with the other sleeve so only my lifted forearms held it around my waist.
He gave me a warning look. "Drop it."
But I don't want to. I wanted to run.
My eyes flitted to the bed. I can fit under it.
I took one long step to try and run but he shot out an impossibly long arm and hooked me around my waist. Hauling me back to the table and stepping forward so his pelvis pinned my thighs to it.
"Please don't!" I screeched. Instantly envisioning Bonnie's wince as he'd prodded into her.
"Stop." He spoke into the hair on the top of my head. His huge body encircling mine. "Calm..."
He reached around to pull my arms straight to my sides and guide the tunic to the floor.
I was bared and shivering in fear.
"Calm down. You being tense can only hurt ye."
"Excuse me for not feeling particularly relaxed!"
He paused and chuckled. "I suppose that's fair."
He put a hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me over onto the wooden table.
Oh, God.
My small breasts were smashed beneath me. The nipples hardening at the feel of the rough surface.
With his palm in the center of my back holding me flat, I felt like I couldn't get enough air. My lungs and belly couldn't inflate.
I was panting desperately.
"Stop before ye faint." He leaned over to eye me worriedly. "I'm not even in ye yet!"
***
I met his look terrified.
"Lass, ye gotta breathe."
"I can't!" But even as I said it, I realized his hand wasn't actually squashing me. Merely holding me in place. It was my fear stilling my breath. I drew a slow unsteady breath then another.
"Good." He straightened. "More."
I continued breathing those I was shaking so hard that a metal cup on the table had begun to clatter.
"Ugh." He groaned in frustration. I felt his foot swing next to mine and push it aside. Then the other along my other foot so they were wide apart while I was bent over the table.
I knew all my most vulnerable parts were open for his access. I started drawing short quaking breaths.
"Now, listen to me. Hear what I'm saying to ye, Lass."
I closed my eyes trying to focus on his voice to keep from passing out. I couldn't throw the pot at him if I was unconscious.
I mentally calculated the distance from my shoulder to that pot and knew it was close. But I'll be able to reach it while he's distracted.
Which meant I'd have to let him inside me. Even I knew that much.
But the thought of him ripping me apart was daunting.
"I'm going to touch ye." He was telling me. And I expected rough hands hurting me below. Instead. I felt his touch on my hair. Gathering it up and moving it over one shoulder along the table. The touch nearly gentle.
The hand holding me down remained where it was. Giving just enough pressure I couldn't lurch up and flee.
He knows what I'm about.
The other trailed from my hair down the back of my neck and followed the curve along the top of my shoulder and down the outer edge of my arm which was flat back to my side.
The touch was strange. Leaving a trail of goosebumps and heating my skin.
I registered that I could feel his strong legs molding the back of mine and his pelvis was pressed into my behind with his member hardening there.
I felt my heart beginning to thrum wildly again but took those slow breaths. Focusing on the light touch which had returned to the top of my shoulder to caress over my back. Tracing the swell of my shoulder blade and down the curve at my lower back and around the plumpness of my hip to slide between us and mold the lower curve of my ass.
"Ye 'ave a sweet little body." He remarked.
I turned my head to stare at the pot. Fixating on it. Thinking that putting all my attention on it would draw me from this moment.
But his hand on the outside of my thigh was drawing my attention as it wrapped around the front of my knee and began tracing up the inside of my thigh which shivered in response.
Was that fear or something else?
"I'm going to touch your softness now." He warned.
I thought I knew what he meant but suddenly feeling the brush of his fingers rubbing my lower lips. I lurched forward into the table, slamming my thighs into it and sloshing some of the stew along the wood.
Don't do that. I need the hot fluid in the pot to throw it at him.
Without getting it on me, hopefully.
The idea of spilling the scalding liquid on my bare skin was dreadful.
Oh, no. Suddenly his fingers began to massage apart my opening and I felt his finger ease into me. As it had before but more tenderly this time.
"Please, don't!" I reflexively tried to lurch up.
But he offered slightly more weight on his palm and planted me back to the table.
I whooshed out some air on the impact and he immediately loosened the pressure but wouldn't remove his hand.
The sensation of his finger inside me was unlike anything before. I could feel my body stretching around as he swirled it in slowly. Finding the unique crevices inside me and rubbing along each until one made me gasp."Do you feel that?" He rubbed it again. "That is the pleasure you can have, if ye're a good 'un."My breath shivered as it entered me.He rubbed more roughly along the spot that was making me lean forward and slightly back against his hand.What the hell was I doing?"Uh, uh." I moaned as something tightened inside me. Making my whole body feel icy cold. Then heat blew up from my core and bloomed through me. Making my whole body shiver.My thighs vibrated against his as they flexed with small spasms."Now ye're ready for me, Lass." He murmured and I felt him leaning back and withdrawing his hand."No." I whispered."Yes. It's time."***I couldn't think of any time in my life I'd been less ready. "Please don't.""Here's how it's going to work, Sweet. I need ye ta breathe
"You feel like satin. Like ye were carved from the softest things to make a sheath fer a man.""You're utterly soulless." I leaned up to shout."Who needs one when I have this." He stuffed me full again. "Fucking you feels so good, Little Raven. In-fact," He murmured. "You're so delightfully surprising, I'm certain now I'll be keeping ye for my little slave.""Isn't that what you intended to begin with?" I sneered.He was thrusting so fiercely that there was a guttural sound coming out of me. Broken each time he entered me again. "But I've come ta an even greater decision now, Wee Lass.""What?" I looked over my shoulder at him. My eyes darkened with bitterness. Resentment for what he was doing to me."Ye're well suited to be one of my kind.""You're kind?" I blinked at him in confusion. Even he had paused his ministrations to more slowly slip in and out of me. Still gripping my wrists to keep me from reaching the pot I so yearned for.The one I want to smash over his head."My kind."
"When it comes to fighting me, you're only going to hurt yourself." His low voice rumbled from the bed and I realized that despite his stillness he was far from asleep."I won't stop.""I'm aware that's very likely. But if you were to do so, I'd let you off that chain and let you lie next to me. Realize the softer side of companionship. Care to try?""No." I whispered."Fine." He said. "Let me know when you do."The night was the most awful I'd known. Something about that cold chain made me feel like I was an animal at the end of a leash. And the room seemed cold then overly hot."It's going to get painful." He cautioned. "I can give you comfort.""I'd rather die." I spat on the floor."It's going to feel like you are." He rolled over to his side, staring at the wall in the corner. Unwilling to meet my penetrating gaze.***He had not lied to me. Midway through the night there was pain coursing through my middle. A dark twisting that felt like someone was spinning my insides in wild c
He walked to the bed and lifted the blanket. Giving a sweeping gesture for me to climb in.Staring at him nervously I slid into his bed. Immediately awash with the male scent of him.Dirt and trees and everything wild. But it seemed far more intense now. My nostrils flared and I felt like they were peeling open nearly up to my tear ducts to take in the aroma. And immediately I was damp between my thighs. Remembering that smell as he'd taken me over the table.Like an animal.Suddenly it seemed very obvious what he was.How'd I miss it before?I scooted as far into his bed as I could without completely pinning myself against the wall. I felt the bed dip behind me as he crawled in.The bed groaned in objection and sunk in with his massive weight."This isn't how it works." He sighed as he adjusted into the bedding to get comfortable. Slipping a hand over my hip and to the front of my belly. Dragging me backward until my back jolted against the unrelenting hardness of his chest and abdom
"I don't think you're weak." He added eying me.I'm not.I glared at him impudently. Still trying to conceive a plan to get the key and out while I had clothes and before he put me back on that chain.But to call him a formidable foe would be like saying that about a bear.He's not formidable. He's an impassable wall.He sucked in his cheeks as though he knew precisely what I was thinking. "Why did your mum name ye, Raven?"He strolled over to me, and I reflexively tensed. My shoulders and arms hardening in-case I had a need to strike him if he tried to toss me over that table again. But he gave me a slight unworried glance before reaching for my hair before he even stopped. Catching a lock and curving it around his large finger."Ye're hair isn't particularly black. Yer eyes are the brightest green I ever saw. Far from the dark of the birds. It makes little sense. Unless she was so senseless as to simply like the name?"I growled in my throat. My mother wasn't senseless!"She has mor
Mardichi walked through the mist. A great splash of red and tan amongst the dim gray. He was eyeing me like something foreign.And I couldn't help noticing that the bit of leather he'd worn when we left was long gone now. Leaving the thick bit of flesh exposed against his leg. He was as heedless as any animal as he sidled up to me."You should've become a wolf or a beast.""A beast?""Well, you'd be the first woman I marked.""What does that mean?" My voice rose."I'm not entirely certain of the details as to how it's supposed to work." Mardichi entered the clearing and looked up at the trees just above us. Blotched with darker spots.What are those?His voice drew my attention back to him. "I've heard others of my kind speak of it. They explained how the woman became a wolf soon after she was marked as their mate."He eyed me purposefully. Making it a point that it was odd."Mate?" I frowned at him. "So, what does that mean?""It means magic is activated in you as it should be. But t
We ran inside and he pulled me around behind him. Slamming the door and turning the lock before putting the chain and key back around his neck.I slumped against the wall and slid down it. Breathing heavily in relief."Now, what the devil are ye?" I noticed that his accent had returned in full force after the commotion."Why is it that sometimes you speak very cultured and then in a moment, you go back to speaking like a barbarian?"His head snapped to give me a quick look. "Always questioning the little things, aren't ye?"I returned his look levelly.At length, he shrugged as if deciding the secret wasn't worth keeping. "I've friends, much to your surprise, I'm sure. Cultured men that've tried for a long time to teach me to be a bit more...refined."He said the word as if it made him feel dirty."Why would they do that?""Because they say I'm a bit rough around the edges." He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck as if somewhat ashamed of this fact.I snorted. "You're certainly
His hard rod entered me like a staff being pressed in. Stiff and unrelenting as it eased into my softness. Parting me to make way for its path to my center. Then I felt him touch my base.I stiffened and reared up a little but was pinned so tightly under the bed there was little I could do. My back brushing the wood above me as I struggled."How well planned was your escape, Little Bird?" He mocked.Not very well obviously.Now I'm stuck.He was still pushing into me with that length that seemed to go on forever.I yelped and had to slide my knees apart as I could feel him pinching inside and knew I needed to make more room to keep from hurting myself.I was trying to steady my panicked breathing and relax. I was still sore from the last time he'd taken me and was worried about doing more damage fighting him."That a girl." He praised. Groaning in pleasure ad he filled me. His sack draping against my lower lips. Soft but firm causing a strange pressure that made me shift restlessly. C