12. Hold Still Princess, I’m Starving

Sven~

My hands grazed her waist before I scooped her up.

She fit. Gods, she fit. Like she was carved to rest in my arms, built to be pressed against me, molded into my life. And I knew—just as sure as I breathed—that her pussy would fit my cock perfectly, like it had always belonged there.

One swift motion and I set her down on the table, spreading her thighs wide.

‘She looks so fucking beautiful like this,’ Vuk growled inside me. ‘Like she’s ours.’

It was true. She looked like a sacrifice laid at my feet—pure, untouched, lips parted, in her white cottage gown bunched around her thighs, flushed like she was committed a sin.

Fuck. I needed one taste. Just one. One wouldn’t hurt, right?

“W-what are you doing?” she whispered, her voice shaking, but even that thin sound sent all the blood rushing to my cock.

“Baby,” I murmured, dragging the word low until it trembled through her. I leaned in close, my lips grazing her ear, my breath teasing those tiny hairs that always made her shiver. “I wasn’t able to finish my dinner because of your little distraction.”

Her thighs pressed together, trying to hide her wet pussy from me. Too late. I’d already felt it, already smelled it, already claimed it. I pushed her legs apart, slow but firm.

“Now,” I said, locking my gaze into hers. “It’s only fair if I get my fill.”

I lowered my head, breathing her in, pausing just long enough to make her tremble. “Hold still, princess,” I growled. “I’m starving.”

Her thighs quaked, but I pinned them wide, thumbs digging into soft flesh. The scent of her clouded my head, dizzying, addicting.

I dragged my nose up the inside of her thigh, deliberately slow. “Gods, Rayna,” I rasped. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

Her grip tightened on the table. “S-Sven, wait—”

I grinned darkly, tearing her gown aside with a rough tug that left her bared and trembling. “You think I’ve got that kind of patience?”

“This is insane. We can’t—”

Her words snapped into a gasp when my tongue slid through her folds in one long, slow stroke.

“Fuck,” I groaned against her, savoring her taste. “So wet already. For me.”

One taste would never be enough. Not now. Not ever.

“Don’t say things like that,” she whimpered, thighs jerking. “Stop being so crude.”

“Crude?” I rasped, locking her down with an arm while my mouth latched onto her clit. I sucked hard until she cried out. “Baby, this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’ll be as crude as I fucking want.”

Her hips bucked helplessly. “S-Sven, I can’t—please, I can’t take it—”

“Oh, you’ll take it.” My tongue plunged deeper, her slick coating my mouth like I’d been starving for years—and maybe I had. Starving for this. For her.

Her hand tangled in my hair, pulling, but instead of dragging me away she shoved me closer. “Gods, you’re impossible,” she moaned.

“You’re—fuck—you’re driving me insane.”

Good. I wanted her mad, I wanted her needy, I wanted her to know she’d never feel this way with anyone but me.

Her scream tore through the room when I sucked her clit again.

“Say it,” I demanded, lifting my head just enough to meet her glassy, tear-bright eyes. “Say you want me.”

Her chest heaved. “Damn it, Sven… I—I want you.”

Her voice cracked on my name, and I swear I’d never loved a sound more. It cut straight through my ribs, straight into my fucking soul.

“Louder.”

She sobbed out, “I want you, Sven!”

“That’s my girl,” I snarled, diving back in, tongue relentless, determined to drag another scream from her throat.

I licked her slow, then fast, alternating from her pussy to watching her, just to feed on her reactions.

Her thighs trembled against my shoulders, nails clawing the wood as if the table could save her.

She whimpered, “S-Sven… I can’t—I can’t hold it—”

I smirked up at her, my chin glistening. “Hold what, princess?”

Her breath shuddered, her pride breaking. “I’m gonna—gonna come!”

The word burned through me like fire. I latched harder, sucking, devouring, my groans vibrating against her clit.

“Fuck—fuck, Sven! Please—don’t stop, don’t stop, I need it—”

Her orgasm slammed into her, her body locking before shattering around my mouth. I held her there, swallowing every quake, every cry, until she sagged limp against the table, weak.

I licked my lips, leaned over her trembling body, and whispered against her jaw, “Sweet little menace… you taste better than any meal I've had.”

Her cheeks flamed. “Y-you’re insufferable.”

I froze, then smiled slow.

“Oh?” My thumb traced a circle over her clit, making her twitch. “That’s what you call me after I’ve just given you the best orgasm of your life?”

Her eyes widened. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Wrong answer,” I growled, shoving two fingers deep, curling them just right. She gasped, her protest dissolving into a strangled cry.

“You know what happens when you mouth off,” I rasped against her ear. “I punish you.”

Her nails dug into my shoulders, body trembling as I pumped harder, ruthless, thumb grinding her clit.

“Say it,” I ordered. “Say you’re sorry.”

“I—I’m sorry, Sven—”

“Not enough,” I hissed, sucking her clit between my teeth while my fingers never stopped. “Say I’m not insufferable.”

She broke, sobbing, “You’re not insufferable!”

“Better,” I muttered, tongue flicking mercilessly. “Now come for me again. Right now.”

Her scream ripped out as another orgasm shook her apart, harder than the first. Her thighs shook violently, walls clenching my fingers as I wrung her dry. Only when she was limp, breathless, wrecked, did I pull back.

She looked up at me through wet lashes, voice breaking. “You’re a monster.”

I smirked, dragging my thumb over her swollen lip. “I told you, menace. Call me names, and I’ll make you regret it.”

But even when wet for me, even after I made her feel so good, she whispered, “You’re still insufferable.”

Vuk howled in approval. She liked the punishment that came with being bratty. She wanted more.

My laugh rumbled low, dangerous, as I gripped her chin. “Then we’ll be here all night.”

Her body writhed beneath me, still trembling from release, yet somehow she found fire in those glassy eyes. “So. Fucking. Insufferable.”

I chuckled, dark and sharp. “Oh, princess…” My thumb slid back over her folds, her pussy sucking at my fingers. “You really don’t know when to shut that pretty mouth, do you?”

Her lips parted. “Make—”

I shoved my fingers back inside, deeper, slower, curling until she writhed helplessly. “Every time you mouth off, I’m going to take you to the edge,” I whispered against her throat. “Until you beg for your sweet release.”

Her hands clawed the table. “P-please…”

“That’s better,” I growled, circling her clit, stroking her G-spot with precision. “You beg so pretty when you forget to hate me.”

Her head tipped back. “I don’t hate you,” she gasped, voice cracking.

I almost faltered. She didn’t hate us? Then why the fuck would she rather marry Alpha Williams?

“Say it again,” I snarled, biting her neck. “Say you don’t hate me.”

“N-no…”

“Wrong answer.” I ripped my fingers free, leaving her empty. Her whimper cut through me, raw and needy. I gripped her chin, forcing her gaze up. “Say it. Or I’ll leave you like this until sunrise.”

Her pride flickered, but need won. “I… I don’t hate you.”

“That’s my girl.” I shoved my fingers back in hard, thumb crushing her clit until she screamed. “Now come for me again.”

She shattered, sobbing, limp, trembling. Tears streaked her flushed cheeks, her body nothing but mine.

I leaned in, licking her taste from my thumb. “You did good, baby,” I whispered, brushing my lips over her ear. “Now let's get you cleaned up.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, voice weak. “I… I just want to sleep.”

I smirked darkly. “You will.”

I'd never been with any woman in my life, sure there were the women from the club I worked at but we never went past torture—pleasurable torture.

Now watching her limp body against the table, trembling, eyes fluttering shut as though even breathing took too much from her. I stood there for a second, staring down at her like a man at a cliff’s edge, my pulse still pounding in my throat.

She was a mess. My mess. Her hair tangled, lips swollen, thighs slick, she was a goddess punished and pleasured by my hands.

And now one thing was certain, she was the only woman I needed. Ex mate or not. She was mine.

I exhaled hard and slid my arms under her, lifting her easily. She made a small sound and instinctively curled into my chest.

“It's alright, princess,” I murmured, more to myself than her. “I’ve got you.”

Her head lolled against my shoulder, skin still flushed, breath coming soft and shallow. Even like this, she smelled like a sunflower it made Vuk growl low in my chest.

I carried her through the hall, my bare feet silent on the floorboards. The room was dark when I nudged the door open with my shoulder.

Instead of taking her to the bath, I set her gently on the bed. She looked up at me, pupils blown wide, lips parted like she might speak but couldn’t find the strength.

I crouched at the edge of the mattress, grabbing a clean towel from the nightstand. With a tenderness that would have made anyone else laugh at me, I parted her thighs and wiped her clean, slow and careful, chasing every trace of what we’d done from her skin.

When I was done, I tossed the towel aside and smoothed a palm down her thigh, my thumb circling idly against her soft skin. “Sleep now,” I said, my voice low, rough. “You need it.”

She blinked at me, heavy-lidded, like she was fighting to stay awake. Her voice came out hoarse, a whisper caught between a plea and a confession. “Don’t… don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said simply, brushing a damp strand of hair off her face. “Close your eyes.”

Her fingers twitched against the sheets. “Can I…” she hesitated, cheeks pinking even now. “Can I have one of your shirts?”