Chapter Fifteen
Kele’s small hands fisted in his hair. Peder loved this possessive gesture. The female he’d left months ago had seemed a girl still. She definitely acted full grown now. If only they were in his den. He wouldn’t take her here. Not her first time. He wouldn’t let this prison sully her memories of him, even if that meant he never got a chance to fulfill their desires.
He lay down and drew her next to him so she was against the wall, sheltered from prying eyes.
Darkness engulfed them quickly, especially without any fires or torches for light. The rustle of leather and chain mail served as their lullaby as the guards moved around the compound.
Kele ran her hand over his shoulder, traced the lines of the muscles in his arm, then jumped her hand to his stomach to slide over his chest.
Untouched by a male. He closed his eyes. If he’d only known, he wouldn’t have nipped her or kissed her so hard. She must think him without finesse or skill, but it was actually the opposite. He’d been a lover to many shifters. With practice came excellence.
Her fingers brushed his nipple and he moaned. She lowered her head and kissed his neck with a shy peck. “Is this okay?”
Fuck yes. “Don’t stop.” Keeping his hands on her hips grew more difficult. He’d been with virgins when he was younger, but this was Kele—who had long been the goddess of his fantasies.
She continued exploring his skin with her mouth. When she reached the pulse in his throat, she took a tiny gentle bite.
He jerked her hips against his. His cock tented his kilt as he rocked against her. All he had to do was lift the hem of her dress and thrust. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Peder?” she whispered in his ear. Her hot breath trailed over his skin.
“Yes.”
She fiddled with the ends of his hair. “Um, can I touch it?”
He went rock still. “It?”
Her hand wandered toward his stomach, trailing her palm in the fine hair that drew a line from his navel to below. She hesitated at his kilt.
“Yes, yes.” He nodded just in case she’d gone deaf. He pressed his hands against the wall behind her. They could play at touching. He could keep himself from going too far.
Her hands found their way under his clothes and tentative fingertips brushed his hard length.
He hissed at the sudden contact. His cock ached and throbbed with the need to be gripped and tugged. He hadn’t accepted a lover since he’d rescued Kele from Benic’s castle. No sex for months. It was unheard of, and he wanted her so bad he could taste his own arousal in the air.
She jerked away. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, you couldn’t if you tried.” Well, maybe with a sharp object, but they’d cover the basics tonight. “Let me show you how.” He slid her slim fingers back to his cock and wrapped them where they belonged. “Squeeze a little.” The pressure grew and the air seemed to vanish around him. “More. Oh yes, like that. Now stroke.” He guided her hand up and down until she found her own rhythm.
He returned his hands to the wall and watched the wonder in her face.
“It’s so hard.”
Oh yes, he was.
She quickened her pace and squeezed tighter. “But your skin is so soft.” Her hips moved with her strokes as if she imagined him inside her.
Fucking close to coming too, he wanted to touch her. He slipped his hand under her hem.
“Peder?”
“Shh, if you don’t like it, tell me to stop.” He spread her legs enough to allow his fingers to brush along the lips of her pussy. “More?”
She bobbed her head quickly.
He spread his fingers and slid them along inside of her folds. Back and forth with the same rhythm she fondled him with. “You feel like a dream.”
“More.” She shifted her leg over his thigh and opened her pussy for his exploration.
With his thumb, he rubbed her clit. The small noises she made drove him mad. He captured her mouth in a kiss. Thrusting inside with a rigid tongue, he mimicked what he wanted to do to her with his cock. Fast and hard, he took her to another level and pressed her into the pallet.
She rocked her hips and pulled on his cock as if it were a lifeline.
Kele couldn’t catch her breath. It was if she was running a race but on her back. Her hips had taken on a life of their own and rolled with an agility she hadn’t thought possible. She’d brought herself to completion before so she wasn’t unaware of what Peder was doing, but he did it so much better.
Small noises of pleasure escaped her control. She didn’t want anyone hearing them but she would need to shove her dress in her mouth to make it stop.
Peder’s talented fingers skirted her entrance.
Oh yes, she wished he’d hurry. His cock grew ever harder within her hand and pulsed as she squeezed.
“Kele, I’m so close.” He pressed a finger inside her very slowly. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
She was so confined under him. She barely had enough room to move the hand that pleasured him. Surprisingly, she liked Peder acting this way. One of them had to take control and it wouldn’t be her. She hadn’t a clue how she would have seduced him.
With a gradual increase, Peder pumped his digit in her and managed to still rub against that special spot.
Something in her lower stomach clenched tight and she arched her back. Oh, how she wished these recent months hadn’t been stolen from them.
“Am I hurting you?” he murmured in her ear in a breathless voice.
“No. I want you.” She kissed him with the same hunger he’d shown her. She was a fast study. With her free hand, she gripped the back of his head and pressed their mouths together in a clash of teeth. All he had to do was roll a little closer to settle between her legs.
He shook his head while keeping their mouths locked. Bending his finger, he rubbed a spot inside of her with firm strokes.
Lights flashed inside her eyelids as her climax pinnacled and crashed around her. She bucked against Peder but he held her in place with a strength she appreciated.
Peder groaned as warm liquid splashed her thighs and his member spasmed in her hand. His drew slightly away from her and slowed the exploration of her mouth with less invasive lips.
She caught her breath and wrapped him in a hug. “I don’t care about the others anymore, Peder. Take me like a mate.” This could be their last night together. They didn’t know what would happen in the morning. Either of them could be sold.
He drew in a long, shaky breath and looked around the holding pen. The scent of refuse had grown strong with the shift of the wind. It mingled with smells of unwashed shifters. “Here?” Sadness deepened his voice. “This wasn’t how I pictured our first time.”
She laughed before she could muffle the sound. “Nor I. You did think of me?” She tucked his hair behind his ear so she could see the classic lines of his face. So breathtakingly handsome. What would Mother have said if she’d brought him home?
The corner of his mouth lifted in a small smile. “Yes, I gave it much thought. Sometimes three times a day.”
A flush of heat spread across her cheeks. Hopefully, the night hid it from his view. “That seems excessive.”
He rolled his hips so his hardening cock nudged her side, then leaned in close to whisper in her ear, “Not really.” He cupped one of her breasts in his hand. “Let me show you.”
Desire bloomed the moment he touched her, even over her clothes. “Yes.”
He bent his head over hers. “No matter what happens, Kele, I will always be yours.”
Her breath hitched in her throat. “And I yours.” The words came out rough. Tonight was all they’d ever have.
Someone coughed and groaned next to them. “Kele?”
They both jerked at the sound of Nahuel’s voice.
“Oh, my head. What hit me?”
Another shifter shushed him from across the room.
Peder rolled off and helped her to her feet before they both approached the injured hunter.
She knelt next to him. “You took a nasty hit to the head. You’ve been out for hours.”
He rubbed his head. “I think I might throw up.”
Peder scooped the bigger male in his arms and helped him walk to edges of the pen, where Nahuel promptly lost his stomach contents. Peder rubbed his back and tossed her an apologetic smile.
So much for their last night together.