Virgin

Saint sat beside me, his leg brushing against mine, sending a flurry of butterflies erupting into flight inside my belly. His hand lowered, and once more, he tugged on the blankets before expelling air from his lungs. He didn't rip them out of my hands, choosing to lean over me to retrieve the cup and wine.

He poured the wine into the pewter goblet as my body trembled, knowing that I wasn't escaping tonight. It wasn't that I feared sex with Saint; it was that he'd discover the truth and turn something that should be beautiful, ugly. He offered me the wine, and I reached to grab the cup as he pulled the covers away from my body, smiling in victory. My lips touched the goblet, and his eyes slid down my naked body with a hunger that consumed my thoughts. I'd wanted him, and this. He'd been the only lover I'd ever wanted. When I'd denied him as my true soul mate to save him, I'd settled into a life of subpar reality. Sipping the wine, I licked my lips before offering him my cup.

It was tradition to drink the vile-tasting bitter wine that lacked the kick of whiskey. Saint took a small sip, turning up his lips at the taste before offering it back to me. Shaking my head. I slowly lay back, uncertain of how to start the en- tire catastrophe happening.

Saint slid his hand down my belly, and I swallowed the moan that rolled to my tongue. Lowering his heated mouth, he licked my nipple before nipping at it with his teeth. Heat curled in my belly, with how his fingers trailed over my stomach, drawing the runes for fertility. I understood why he did it, considering he was here to destroy me, and he promised to breed me for his heirs.

Saint shifted, causing me to tense, forcing his eyes to lift to mine. Some- thing passed over his face briefly, but before I could figure out what it was, it had vanished behind the mask he wore.

"You're skittish, Brat. Afraid I'm going to hurt you?" he asked, his eyes holding mine prisoner.

"Yes," I replied honestly, watching as he pushed my knees apart. He laughed, choosing to leave me guessing about his intentions. His mouth lowered to my sex, and my knees dropped open, exposing myself to him. I inhaled deeply in anticipation before his lips turned, kissing the inside of my thigh, repeating the action on the other. He growled, staring at my apex while a whimper rushed from my lungs.

When his tongue found my clit, I hissed as pleasure rolled through me. I lifted my hands, grabbing his hair to hold his heated breath where it was. He curled his arms beneath my thighs, forcing my spine to arch as he slid his tongue through the arousal of my core. A small cry of pleasure escaped my throat as my hands dug into his soft hair.

Saint laughed against my sex, lapping at it hungrily, watching me rock against his heated kiss. A ball of need grew within my belly, but a moment before it would have unleashed, Saint lifted his head, studying my face. He climbed up my body, slowly dragging his fingers through my sex.

"I'll worry about foreplay later," he grunted, something dark passing over his face.

I didn't speak because what the hell would I even say to that? Settling between my thighs, I gasped as he pushed his thick cock against my opening. Panic shot through me, and his eyes narrowed on my pinched features. He snorted, thrusting into my body. A scream ripped from my lungs, and he went still, pushing his arms up to stare down at me. "What the fuck, Braelyn?" he growled.

I looked away from him as his men turned, inhaling the unmistakable scent. Virgin blood smelled different from regular blood, which was once considered a prize given to only a true soul mate.

"I told you that you were going to feel like an asshole," I whispered, fighting against the pain of his entrance and the uncomfortable sensation it created. It burned and ached as my body clenched, trying to dispel him from within me. I rocked my hips, unwilling to meet his damning stare. Saint lowered his body, and he turned my head, forcing me to look at him.

"I saw fucking pictures," he hissed, uncaring that his men were listening.

"I'm sure you did, thinking the worst of me without ever speaking to me about it or hearing my side." I peered into his eyes challengingly. He snorted, leaning back to look at where we joined.

There was no pleasure, only pain as Saint slowly withdrew to the tip. He hissed and swore violently, rubbing his hand over his face as he took in the blood covering his cock. I could smell it, which meant everyone around us could as well. Slowly, he pushed back inside of me, and this time there was less of an ache, but it wasn't comfortable either.

Sex wasn't sexy like the novels promised. It fucking hurt. Saint was entirely too large to be pleasurable. His thumb slid to my clit, rubbing small circles over it, his eyes never leaving mine. His deep chuckle made tears prick my eyes as shame tightened my chest. I sucked my lip between my teeth, pinching it as he exhaled, leaning over to enter my body fully.

"There's no way to make this painless. You're way too fucking tight, which will limit the amount of pleasure you feel. Brae, fucking look at me," Saint hissed, cupping my cheek. "Jesus fuck," he swore when tears slid from my eyes, trickling down my cheeks.

He flipped us, and I gasped, crying out as I stared down at him, impaled on his cock! I lifted, trying to escape him, but his hands captured my hips, using them to guide me. He examined my expression as I lowered my hands to his chest, needing to flee the pain.

"Touch yourself," he instructed. "Let me control your body, and you touch your pussy. Make it sing for me, Braelyn."

"It can't sing because it fucking aches," I snapped, frustrated that every- thing hurt. Smirking, Saint lifted his head to clasp my nipple between his teeth. His tongue rolled over the hardened peak, and I gasped.

I could hear his men breathing outside the tent and knew they craved what was happening inside. It wasn't helping the mood. My body was tense and locked tightly around his. Saint sat up, releasing his scent, and I shivered from the intensity of it. His mouth crushed against mine, and he went even deeper into my core, causing me to gasp and cry out as he swallowed the noises.

I wrapped my hands around his shoulders for balance, slowly rocking against him to adjust to his size and ease the growing tension. It felt like he was tearing me apart from within, and a coil was unfurling. I relaxed my body, chasing the taste of pleasure as he devoured me. Saint started moving his hips once I'd settled, kissing me deeper, devouring my mouth like he was starving for oxygen, and I was his supply. He cupped my breast, moving his thumb over my nipple as he released my mouth to kiss my throat.

I dropped my head back, giving him more access as I began sliding my body faster on his cock. My legs wrapped around his waist, and he pulled back, watching me ride him methodically. The heat in my belly was rolling toward my apex, growing hotter while I continually moved against him. I dug my nails into his flesh as my orgasm slowly unleashed.

I cried out, opening my eyes to lock with Saint's, and everything collided into a violent storm. Light filled my vision, blotching it with small, dark dots as he took control. He used my hips to grind me against him, thrusting harder. I whispered his name, lost in the pleasure he was giving me. The moment the orgasm began to fade, Saint shoved me onto the soft furs, pushing into my body, and I arched, allowing him further access.

Saint's chest was covered in sweat, even though our breath was sending soft clouds of steam into the air from the chill of autumn. He increased his speed, staring into my eyes with an intense look of possessiveness. Grunting, he exhaled, gazing down at me, and a soft smile played on his mouth before he moved to the side, pulling me against him.

"If I had known you were a virgin, I'd have spent a lot more time preparing your body for me," he admitted.

"If I had told you I was, you wouldn't have believed it," I whispered.

Resting my head on the crook of his arm, I closed my eyes as exhaustion took hold. The day had started like crap and then hit shit-show status when entirely too much big dick energy showed up. Saint adjusted me, placing my head against his chest, forcing my heart to sync with his. My eyelashes fluttered against my cheeks, and heaviness filled my mind.

I could feel the mating link settling in, the need to be close to him. It left us lost within ourselves; our bodies flush against one another while his crew was outside, protecting us. Once the link started, it was like a drug that forced you together, and yet I had no sudden urge to climb back on his cock, because fuck, that thing hurt.