Madison Layle - Falke’s Captive

Only his brother knew, could understand, what was in his head and heart. Possibly better than he could. Reidar knew, as he had before, that Kelan needed more reassurance, more proof, than Reidar did.

“Make me,” Beth said, her eyes sparkling with challenge and what he prayed was happiness.

With a growl, he spun her around and ripped the robe from her body, tossing it out of the bathroom. Then he slapped her on the ass hard enough to sting.

She yelped, started to turn toward him.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and popped her ass again. “That’s for taking a belt to me this morning.”

“Oh, God, I’m sorry,” she said on a moan when he massaged the reddening mark on her butt cheek.

“You’re forgiven…this time. But if you ever—”

“I won’t. I swear. I…ohhh…”

He nipped her earlobe, slid his fingers between her soft ass cheeks and skimmed her anus. “Has anyone been in here before?” he whispered in her ear.

She shook her head.

“I’m going to.”

She whimpered.

He lightly slapped her butt cheek again and stepped back. “Into the tub, woman.”

She scurried into the tub and watched him with expectation on her face as he stepped in and pulled the curtain closed.

Positioning himself between her and the warm spray, he said, “Turn around. Face the wall.”

She did.

“One leg up on the edge of the tub.” He showed her what he wanted by positioning her foot.

“Good. Now lean forward just slightly and brace your hands on the wall.” He guided her hands to shoulder height against the tiles and then ran his palms up her damp arms, down her wet sides, then around to cup her beautiful, bountiful breasts.

She hummed her approval and pressed against him when he rubbed his chest along her back. “Are you sure you’re…up to it?” she asked. “I thought a guy who had his nuts squeezed couldn’t…you know…for a while.”

He let go of her right breast and slapped her ass again, making her moan. The woman was so responsive, and she liked a little pain with her pleasure. The perfect woman for him and his brother.

“Another perk to being what we are,” he said. “We can take a lot without permanent injury. But that wasn’t a very nice thing you did.” His cock was already hard, a testament to his claim. It had hurt like a bitch but hadn’t lasted long.

“What are the other perks?” she asked, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder.

He grinned, baring his teeth at her. “You’ll just have to learn those along the way.”

She laughed.

He reached between her legs and rubbed his fingers into her pussy, finding it slick already. The smile faded from her lips, her eyelids drifted shut, and when he rubbed her hard clit, her lips parted on an almost silent moan of pleasure.

“You’re so fucking hot.”

“Then fuck me,” she said, rocking her hips, rubbing her clit over his fingers.

“I will, hon. I will.” He slid his moistened fingers up to her ass and teased the puckered opening.

“You have to relax, though.” He massaged her breast with his other hand as he teased the tip of his finger into her.

She moaned and dropped her head forward.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered before he nipped gently at the side of her neck.

She shook her head. “Feels good.”

He nudged his finger in a bit more, and her muscles at first rebelled, then squeezed in acceptance, and she groaned her enjoyment.

He dropped his other hand from her breast to her mound, using his palm to massage her clit and his fingertips to thrum over her pussy lips.

“Oh, that’s good,” she said, rocking her hips again.

His finger slid into her to his second knuckle. She made a mewling sound that had his balls tightening. It took all of his strength to keep from taking her right then, but she was a virgin to this, and he would never hurt her.

After a few strokes in and out, he added his index finger and started the process over.

“Ahhh…Kelan…that’s so…”

“What, hon? Tell me.”

“I want more.”

He slid a third finger into her tight heat, and at the same time two fingers into her pussy, reaching for her G-spot.

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh…”

“Not yet, Beth,” he said stopping all motion, holding her still, his fingers buried inside of her.

“Please,” she cried. “Don’t stop.”

“Shh.”

She was so close. Her inner muscles, both front and back, pulsed around his fingers. A few more moves and she’d come. He wanted to be inside of her when she did. Gently, he withdrew from her ass, and she whimpered at the loss. He lined up his cock and slowly, painfully slowly, he eased the tip inside of her.

She sucked in a breath…and held it.

“Breathe,” he growled in her ear. “Don’t tense up on me now. Just breathe and relax. Let me in.”

She blew out the breath and rocked back against him, taking a bit more of him in. “I can’t…This is…”

“At your pace,” he said, gritting his teeth against the urge to take her deep and hard. “Take me in.”

She rocked back again and again, each time taking him just a fraction deeper. Her cunt creamed against his hand, proving her enjoyment outweighed the pain. She moaned. She whimpered. She sighed. And then she jerked hard, and he was inside of her. All of him, and she cried out.

“Fuck,” he gasped.

“Yes. Fuck me. Please!”

And so he did. He started at a slow pace, but it wasn’t long until she met his thrusts with her own, crying out as he slammed into her. He bent her over until she grabbed the back edge of the tub, and then he rubbed her sexy ass as he watched his cock disappear again and again into her body. Her moans encouraged him to thrust deeper, faster.

He wanted to mark her now, but Reidar would castrate him if he did. Still, the idea of claiming his mate was more than he could take. When he knew he couldn’t last another second, he pinched her clit and nipped her on the nape—not hard enough to mark her, but enough to give her the hint of pain she enjoyed with the pleasure.

She screamed, and her inner muscles tightened on him until he thought he’d die. He came with a shout and fell to his knees, taking her down with him.

She wilted against him, her body limp, still impaled on his cock. “Oh…I never…”

He kissed her neck. “Wait until you have both of us inside you.”

“I don’t think I’ll survive.”

“We know CPR.”

She chuckled. His softening dick slowly slid from her body, causing them both to moan. But then she turned in his arms, wrapped her own around his neck, and kissed him hard.

“I want to know all your secrets,” she said when she pulled back and looked him in the eye.

“And we’ll tell you someday. All of them. I promise. You already know the biggest one of all.”

She grinned and caressed his face. “Thank you for trusting me.”

He dipped forward to kiss her again.

“Come on, you two. It’s getting late,” Reidar said.

Kelan got to his feet and helped Beth quickly wash. As he knew he would be, Reidar stood on the other side of the curtain when Kelan pulled it back, a thick towel in his hands, held out for Beth to walk into. He wrapped her in it and used a second to dry her hair. She smiled at Reidar and then rested her head on his shoulder as he dried her back.

“I do love you,” she said, reaching out to place her palm over his heart. “Both of you.”

“Good.” Reidar kissed the tip of her nose, probably because he feared a real kiss would lead to more. When she lowered her hand to rub her palm against the bulge in his jeans, he gripped her wrist and stared at her with passionate promise in his gaze. “We love you too, but as much as I want to let you continue, I can’t. It’s time for all of us to make appearances at our respective jobs. Do you know what you’re going to tell your boss?”