37. Kain

Chapter 37

Kain

F uck.

She has no fucking idea what she's doing.

This is fucking madness.

But she's standing before me, those infernal fucking big blue eyes staring at me like she'll do anything I tell her.

She just touched me.

Touched my skin.

I haven't been touched in two hundred fucking years, and now I'm supposed to exercise self-control?

She's a spoiled princess. I watch her because she fascinates me. I follow her because Featherblade favors her. I need her to get into the vault.

Lies.

All lies.

She's a fighter. I watch her because she's fucking beautiful. I follow her because if anyone harms her I will burn them alive, for as long as I can. I need her… period .

Odin's raven, this is intolerable.

It's idiocy. It's two hundred years of planning down the drain because of her wide eyes and parted fucking lips.

I need to get her out of my system. Stop her living in my head every second of every day.

She's flesh and blood, nothing more. It's just been too long since I saw a woman in pleasure. And I can prove that that's all this is, right now.

"Undress for me." Even as the words leave my lips, I regret them.

Her chest heaves as her cheeks instantly pink, and my already hard cock twitches.

She takes two steps back and reaches behind her, unlacing the leather wrap she's wearing. When she's cast it to the ground, she looks at me a beat, and I see the resolution in her eyes.

Fuck. She's doing this.

She lifts her shirt over her head quickly, as though she's worried she'll change her mind, and pulls the brassiere from her chest.

An involuntary rumble moves though my chest at the sight of her breasts, nipples hardening in the cool breeze.

She's staring into my eyes as she removes her belt, then unties the breeches. She pushes them to the ground with whatever underwear she was wearing, and a full growl pushes its way through my lips.

She's fucking perfect. Round and soft, her face filled with warring defiance and eagerness .

"Oh, princess. You have no idea what you've let yourself in for."

She lets out a long breath, then lifts her chin. "Aren't you going to undress?"

"I'm going to do whatever the fuck I like, and so are you. Touch your nipples." Her pale cheeks flush the deepest red I've seen them, and I barely stop myself reaching down to my aching cock. "Now."

Tentatively, she lifts one hand and brushes her fingertips over her nipple.

"Pinch it."

She closes her fingers around it, her lips parting.

"Harder."

She does, but it's experimental. Gentle.

"Princess, if I don't hear you gasp, then you're not fucking doing it right."

She pinches harder, and I get the gasp I want.

"Good girl."

Her eyes lock on mine, her chest heaving. Her other hand is moving across her stomach.

"Don't even think about touching yourself." Dismay flickers over her features, and I smile. "Have you been with a male before?"

She nods, her hand moving from her breast.

"Did I tell you to stop?" A flare of anger at her answer makes my voice rough. The thought of her with another male has me ready to burn the entire fucking glade down. But I should not be angry. It is good that she has some experience. It means I can push her further.

"No. "

"Then don't fucking stop. So, you know what it feels like to have something other than fingertips between your legs?"

She nods again, and she's breathing fast now.

"What it feels like to have a cock pressing against you? Inside you?"

Another nod, and now she's biting her lower lip, hard.

I shake my head slowly. "You have no idea, princess. None. You have never felt anything like me. Like my cock filling you completely. My touch sending you places you can't even imagine. And you never will. You're going to have to imagine it. Can you do that for me?"

Her hand moves again, toward her stomach.

"I asked you a question, princess. Move your fucking fingers back to your nipples."

"Yes," she says, her voice barely audible. Her chest is flushed now too.

"Get on your knees."

She pauses, uncertainty on her face. Slowly, I drop to the ground, crossing my legs. It causes my breeches to pull tight across my crotch, and her eyes fall on my obvious erection.

"Get. On. Your. Knees."

She drops to the ground, removing her boots and untangling her trousers quickly.

"Crawl to me."

Her breasts swing as she complies, her eyes on mine the entire time .

She stops when she's close, and lets herself stare at my cock straining against fabric.

The thought of her mouth only inches from it is too fucking much.

"Sit. Spread you legs for me."

"But…" She bites her lip again.

"But what, princess?" I whisper. I know what she's going to say. "I'll see you?"

She nods.

"Sit and open your legs."

She does, and fuck, I've made a mistake. A massive fucking mistake. This isn't going to get her out of my system.

What the fuck was I thinking, taunting myself with this?

She's flushed and wet already, and shit, I'd give a fucking limb to touch her. To feel, to taste, her arousal.

"How does it feel to be spread in front of me, dripping wet without even being touched?"

There's a pause before her soft, hesitant answer. "I think I like it."

"Of course you like it." Her eyes are locked on mine as I speak, my throat rough around the words. I should stop. But they keep coming. "I know who you really are, princess. I know what you really want. You want my aching, hard cock. You want to feel it press against you; you want to believe for a moment that it's too big, that it will never fit. And then you want to sink down onto it and let me split you in two. Let me drive myself into you again and again until you know nothing except my name, my body, my fucking soul. There's nothing but me left in your entire fucking world."

She whimpers. She actually fucking whimpers.

Fates, I'm screwed.

"I want to see you." She's breathless.

"If you're a good girl. Touch yourself. Slowly."

She moves her hand, and her head tips back with a shuddering sigh as she swipes her finger along her wetness.

"Use your fingers to spread yourself. Show me where you'd take me."

She does, and her hands are shaking.

She has no idea of what pleasure she is capable of feeling, and the thought of her face when she finds out what her body can do is fucking unbearable.