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Forged by Malice (Beasts of the Briar, #3)(144)

Author:Elizabeth Helen

Pink flushes over her face and she bites her bottom lip. Something about her shyness sends my cock pulsing. I snatch her chin. “Do what I say, Petal.”

Rose nods, then turns around on all fours. Her voluptuous ass points straight up in the air, revealing her pink entrance. The whole sight—fucking glorious.

“Mhmm.” I come up behind her, stroking my hands down her back and massaging the space between her shoulder blades. “You are such a good girl.”

“Ez,” she moans. “Please.”

“Please what?” I reach around to cup her hanging breasts. The points of her nipples, against my palms, makes my balls tighten.

“Please give me your cock,” she begs. “I-I’ve been good.”

“So good, Baby Girl.” I give her round ass a pat. “But you’re not getting anywhere near this cock until you’re already a quivering mess.”

She lets out a hiss, and I respond with a firm smack. Her ass bounces with the force, and I need to clench every muscle in my body to keep from painting her with my cum. A moan escapes her. I lean forward to place a kiss on her neck.

“Now,” I say quietly, “show me how a good girl comes, Rosalina.”

She sighs, a sound of ecstasy. “Yes.”

I stroke up her glistening center. “So wet already.” My fingers shine, and I can’t help myself. I lick them clean, moaning.

She turns around to watch me. “Fuck, Ez.”

I take my time, the taste of my mate aphrodisiacal.

“Ez!” she cries out, but I pretend to ignore her whining. She’ll get what she wants. The waiting only makes it sweeter.

When I’m finished, I meet her gaze. “We’re ready then.”

I drive two fingers into her. Her voice breaks, a magnificent sound. Her warm wetness hugs me, and I turn my wrist to curl into her.

She clutches the grass and bucks back against my hand, begging for more. I pump harder in and out. My other hand grabs the base of her hair and tugs, revealing her gorgeous long neck.

“God, you are driving me crazy,” she moans.

I pull my hand out to gently rub her clit. “Don’t think about what it will feel like when it’s my hard cock fucking you.”

“I can’t help it—” I interrupt her by plunging my fingers back inside. Her words turn into a cry.

“Don’t think about what it will feel like when your beautiful pussy makes me need to come.” My voice is raspy. My senses are alight: her glorious body, the slap of my hand in and out of her, her soft hair wrapped tight around my palm, the taste of her cunt still in my mouth from when I licked my fingers clean, all bathed in the sweet smell of my realm. I knew I would take her here.

“Fuck, Ez, I’m going to—”

But she doesn’t need to tell me. I can feel it: her walls tremoring against my hand. I curl my fingers again, and it’s all she needs. Her delectable scream erupts over the lake as her orgasm ripples through her.

My heart hammers in my chest. Slowly, I pull out of her. She shakes, arms barely able to hold herself up. But she doesn’t need to do that. I hold her in my embrace, cradling her against my chest, kissing her neck, her jaw, her pointed ears. A tear trembles down her face, and I kiss that, too.

“Holy fuck,” she whimpers. “That was amazing.”

I take her hand in mine, massaging her palm, then kissing her knuckles, the soft skin of her wrist. “Now, darling, I’m going to fuck you like you deserve.”

Rosalina looks up at me through her dark lashes, the softest smile. She crawls from my lap and lies down in the grass, tracing her fingers over the soft blades.

I place my hand over hers, channeling my magic. Little daisies bloom up around her.

She lets out a small gasp. “It’s beautiful.”

I stare at her face. “I know.”

“I’m ready, Ez.” There’s the most genuine look of happiness on her face.

I’ve seen Rose laid out before me in the past, but this is different. This is more than the gift of her body, more than any sort of base fun.

This is something sacred. Something forged in the story of the stars.

I hold her head and position myself. Her chest heaves beneath me, and I wonder if she’s nervous.

I wonder if I’m nervous.

There is no doubt in me that I will show my woman the furthest reaches of pleasure, but I’m nervous about something else. For how this changes who I am. I’ve always known there was darkness living inside of me … That I brought pain to those who got too close. What does it mean for me to—