“Seems you’ve found the wrong room, silverblood,” comes a brooding voice down the hall.
My brain nearly shuts off from the surprise of the voice, and I spin and back away from the door like a whelp caught with her hand where it shouldn’t be.
Vallan Stellos approaches, his huge frame sucking up all the light from the cracked door. The frolickers inside the room are too loud and enthused by their passions to hear my squeak or the sounds of the floorboards creaking from Vall’s massiveness.
“Finally,” I breathe, and he takes me into his arms.
I instinctively grind my body against his as he envelops me, shielding me from the world and swaddling me in muscle and darkness.
“I have a better room for you,” he mutters.
I nod endlessly, unable to form words. My throat is dry, the rest of me is wet and needy from what I’ve just witnessed. Inside the room, Palacia, Aelin, and Tymon reach a crescendo, theirvoices mingling into a cacophony of moans and wet, slapping flesh.
Iwantit. But not with them.
Vallan understands. He whisks me away from the madness, down the hall, carrying me into the darkness from whence I came.
Backing me into a random room, my lips are over his the moment the door closes. His hands skitter down my sides, drawing my nightgown off my shoulders so he can palm my heavy breasts in his hands.
For once, his hands aren’t gloved, and his touch is rough and needful. He teases my hard nipples and takes my tits into his mouth, one after the other.
“This is y-your room?” I mumble against his firm lips as he holds and swallows me.
“I think,” he answers, and I can’t help but snicker.
Truehearts forgive us if he just backed us into the first room he saw. I wouldn’t blame him.
The heat from the room with the cuckolding trio threads into this dark chamber, of which there is no bed. Vallan and I don’t need a bed. He’s perfectly fine bumping my big ass against the closest piece of furniture—a shelf, in this case—and taking what he’s owed.
My eyelids flutter as he pinches my nipples just right and then clamps his mouth to my neck. I feel the light pinprick of his fangs entering my flesh, consuming my Loreblood, and my arousal reaches new heights. A comet of fire and greed pounds in my belly.
Vallan hoists me into the air—not a small feat for someone of my size—and handles me with ease. His hands cup the large swells of my ass and I wrap my legs around him. I can feel his hard cock through his pants. Since his hands are occupied, I do the honor of reaching between us to undo his belt.
When I have his thick cock freed, it ricochets off my ass and flosses between my folds when he pushes forward, igniting the bonfire inside me. I twitch as he lines up, greedily hugging my curves against his body while my legs kick and squirm on either side of him.
The middle part of the shelf digs into my plush ass. It’s easy to ignore when my big brute has his bulbous cockhead pressed against my drenched pussy lips—
And he slides in.
My skull smacks the top of the shelf as I roll my head back with a loud moan. It rumbles out of my lungs with ease, the puzzle of our bodies fitting perfectly as my thighs constrict against his hips.
Vallan fucks me roughly, never letting my feet touch the ground. He’s aware of what I need and how badly I need it, and he’s glad to make good on his promise to give it to me. Hard. Fast. Reckless.
The sounds of our sex mingle with the finishing thumps down the hall, swallowing the castle in a wave of noises that never seem to end.
No one is sleeping in this place tonight.
He bounces me on his cock, filling me full, stealing the strength from my tired bones.
“No one could ever beat you in size, you fucking lovely barbarian,” I growl in his ear.
He laps the trickle of blood off my collar and comes up with a red-wet mouth, kissing me hard. He presses my bouncing tits against his firm chest as he holds me closer and rails me. “Your halfkeeper friend is atypical,” Vallan groans. “Abnormal, some might say. Palacia just might beat me, or Skartovius—”
“No!” I yell, eyes bulging open when his cock stretches my walls and batters my insides. I tremble with an orgasm, toescurling on his ass while I stay gripped to him. “No one defeats you. Tonight is justyou.”
He grunts at my admission, my mindless brain working on its own wavelength that doesn’t correlate with any sense of reality. Our bodies grind, slick with sweat.
“Actually, silverblood, tonight is just foryou,” he echoes, and then kisses my neck and pumps his cock into me a final time.