Feral King (The Dominant Bastard Book 1)

by Sparrow Beckett

  “Fuck. Shh. Don’t move, beautiful.” His words were laced with euphoria and pain. That was only fair, because he’d spitted her like a pig.

  “I’m too scared to move.” She whimpered. Grit dug into her cheek, and she listened to his tortured breathing, the sound alone almost enough to make her orgasm.

  His cock throbbed deep in her ass, and she was pretty sure her heart had synced to it, but double time.

  When she couldn’t stand the fullness anymore, she tried to draw away, but he seized her hips and viscously yanked her back onto his dick.

  A cry burst from her lips as his testicles slapped her aching clit. Fuck, her ass ached, her clit throbbed and empty pussy was begging to be filled.

  “Fuck!” The word was a shout in the empty room, and his hips bucked against her, his cock withdrawing slightly before plunging deeper, prying her open so wide she clenched her eyes shut.

  Severin railed into her tender ass, his animalistic grunts filling the silence, the slap of skin against skin, her arousal spiraled out of control, slicking her thighs, the smack of his balls against her clit bringing her ever closer to the brink. It hurt. She was too full.

  She needed to touch her clit – one tiny bit of stimulation and she’d come so fucking hard. She panted through clenched teeth as he thrust again and again, too shaken to tell him that she needed him to touch her.

  As though he could read her mind, he groped her breasts, pinching one nipple then the other, hard enough to make her scream and struggle. After so long without rough nipple play, it hurt, making her eyes brim with tears.

  “You’d better stop fighting, Minnow. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

  “You’re making me!” she wailed.

  “Stop fighting. Submit,” he gritted through clenched teeth. His hand slid from her breasts and down her belly, delving between her thighs, discovering how soaked she was. He groaned. “You fucking love this.”

  “No.” She sniffled. “It hurts.”

  His finger circled her clit hood and she stiffened, spreading her legs and making the most pathetic begging noises she could ever remember making. He mashed the heel of his hand against her clit, wiggling two fingers into her pussy.

  “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” The words tore from her mouth as she first went rigid, then bucked back into his thrust.

  Her asshole pulsed around the burning brand of his cock as her pussy milked at his fingers. The demanding clench of her body undid him. Pricks of light burst behind her eyes, and she felt his balls tighten. His cock stiffened and swelled to the point of agony. He emptied, spurt after spurt, huge and demanding into the heat of her ass, and she cried out as each jet of come scalded her insides.

  She crumpled beneath him, going boneless as her orgasm ebbed, and he followed her down to wrap his body protectively around hers.

  Her breathing took a long while to slow, and even when it finally did, it was ragged, shuddering. He’d need light to untape her, but she was loath for him to even leave her for a moment.

  Chapter Eighteen

  He held her to him, wanting to get to the door, yet not wanting to leave her.

  The thought of her tiny, crumpled form defenseless on the dusty floor made all of his new, protective urges surge to the forefront of his mind. Easier to stay. More pleasant to turn them both to their sides and continue to feel her soft nakedness pressed against his chest and thighs – to feel the silk of her hair pressed under his chin and tickling his chest. She lay in his arms, trembling. His erection had started to ebb, but the aftershocks of her orgasm tightened his balls yet again. This woman – he could never get enough of her.

  He brushed his lips over the tip of her ear, and a breathy mewl escaped her.

  The high of dominant euphoria made him feel as if he could bench press the damn house. The need to master her warred with his tenderness. She’d completely submitted – there was no need to prove anything more, but the urge to take things one step further was hard to resist. What else could he do to her to prove she was his? Cut her? Taste her blood again? Piercing her and branding her wasn’t enough? What about the collar she couldn’t remove?

  Why did he always feel like she’d eventually discard him no matter how he claimed her?

  He loved her and hated that he did.

  There were no guarantees.

  He needed to chain her again. The feeling of her impending escape was driving him mad.

  “You’re mine, Minnow. Every inch of you is fucking mine. Understand me?”

  Full of desperate energy, he pulled out, then rose and hauled her limp form into his arms. She was so still that panic made him check her breathing. Deep. Steady. Her warm breaths curled over his bare shoulder.

  Too many feelings.

  Protect her. Comfort her. Hurt her. Get rid of her.

  He tried to shut them off as he strode down the hall, her unresponsive body cradled delicately against his chest. Her eyes were wide and unseeing, and he wasn’t sure she’d blinked since they got into the comparatively bright hallway.

  The pups frolicked around his legs, shortening his strides as he made his way to her room.

  “Shh, boys. She’s okay.” He hoped.

  He brought her into her bedroom and went straight through to the bathroom to run her a bath. He sat on the toilet lid with her in his lap, and started the water and peeled the bondage tape off. Her wrists and ankles were the wrong color, and he massaged them. Come and lube dripped out of her, slicking his leg.

  The pups had stopped at the bathroom doorway, having been trained to stay out. They whined and grumbled, and he shushed them.

  “Miss Korsgaard.”

  She didn’t respond, just kept staring off into nothing.

  “Minnow?”

  Again, nothing. Had he hurt her? Fuck. He’d been too rough.

  He turned her ass up in his lap and inspected her. Even though he kept his touch on her anus gentle she whimpered, edging away from his fingers. Thankfully there were no signs of damage even though he’d taken her too hard for her first time.

  “You’re okay, he told her after he’d reassured himself, then flipped her back over and held her close. Her skin felt too cool against his own. Sweat was drying on them both. When the tub was full, he placed her carefully in the steaming water, wincing when she yelped and hissed, clutching at the stripes on her ass. He stripped and got in behind her and she shifted to her side and leaned against his chest.

  He stroked her hair, draping it up over his shoulder and onto the ledge behind him to keep it dry. She was looking at him now, seeming more lucid, but she still wasn’t speaking. Such intelligence and patience in those eyes. He’d never done anything in his life to deserve this kind of unwavering devotion. He wanted to deserve her, but wasn’t sure how to go about doing that.

  One of the pups whined for them, and the sound was the perfect match to how he was feeling. Desperate. Vulnerable.

  “I love you,” he said, staring down into her lovely face.

  Her gaze flickered with some emotion – shock? – then her eyes filled with tears. The words had come without his permission, but even so, they were completely true. He’d never said the words to anyone – not Sutton, not Church, not even Rodrigo when they’d been drinking, even though Ro had said it to him often enough. Even if he’d loved anyone as a child, he would have said the words in French.

  The strange part was he didn’t even need to hear her say it back again. The words were a fact, not a ploy to get a response. Not part of a game.

  She was so small and sweet. She just...let him. She let him do everything he wanted, and somehow that was changing him. He was the dominant. Her relationship with him should have been changing her, not the other way around. She been hired to fix him, and slowly she was accomplishing that, just not in any way Sutton could have anticipated.

  It hurt that Sutton would never get to know her well. They’d liked each other, but in time he was sure his last mother would have loved her too.

  “You do?” she
finally asked, her brow wrinkling. “Because I let you...” She grimaced slightly to fill in the words she’d avoided saying aloud.

  He barked a laugh. “No. You know I’ve felt like this for a long time.”

  “We haven’t known each other a long time,” she objected, her bath-warmed fingers grazing shyly over his chest hair. He forced himself not to pin her hand to make her stop.

  “It feels like we have. Sometimes I feel like I was put in this house to wait for you.”

  She smiled up at him even though a tear leaked from the corner of her eye. She stroked a hand more boldly down his side, and it actually felt good.

  “When did you realize you loved me?” she asked.

  “I knew I was in trouble the day we went skinny dipping.”

  “Mister Leduc, lust and love aren’t the same thing.”

  He chuckled. “No. They aren’t. I felt lust for you that day – of course I did. Fuck – the way you looked in your bra and panties, jutting your chin at me like you weren’t scared even though you were shaking –”

  “I was cold!”

  “You felt the connection between us just like I did. I tried to act like I didn’t care, but I don’t think I fooled you at all.”

  “No. You were a bossy jerk with everyone, but there was something special about me that made you especially boorish.”

  He snorted. “You like me boorish.”

  “Maybe,” she said, biting her lip.

  She lifted her finger to his mouth, and he flinched, but allowed her to brush the pad of it over his bottom lip.

  See? He could do this. She was even starting to make him like it. Maybe someday he’d be able to fake normal so well some of it would stick.

  He caught her fingertip between his lips and sucked, enjoying her whimpered response and the haze of desire that crept into her gaze.

  “Severin?” she said, planting a kiss on his chest, over his heart. “I love you too.”

  When he’d washed her and dried her, he settled her into bed, already asleep. He kissed her forehead, liking the strange feeling in his chest. It filled him with an eagerness for the future he’d never felt before. He wanted to keep her, but more importantly he wanted her to want to stay.

  He padded down the hall to his room, throwing on some clothes that weren’t covered in come and lube, so he could take the pups out for a pee. He returned to Minnow’s bedroom afterward and settled into his customary chair, grinning as the dogs flopped all over each other on the carpet in front of the fire, falling asleep before they’d even gotten comfortable. Ridiculous beasts. Minnow treated them like babies, and they’d decided to extend their overwhelming affection to him despite his initial distaste. Minnow said it was because they somehow knew he’d saved them from starving or freezing to death.

  “Mister Leduc?” Minnow asked groggily, pushing herself up on one arm and looking around the room.

  “Yes, Miss Korsgaard?” he asked in amusement.

  “Do you think I’m a whore?”

  “Of course not.” He rose from his chair and went to her. Acting on impulse, he crawled into bed behind her and pulled her into the curve of his body. She was warm against his chest, and he loved the way she felt there. “You let me do what I wanted tonight, just like I always do. It’s not your place to tell me no, woman.”

  She laughed mirthlessly. “So I’m not a whore, I’m just a doormat.”

  “You’re not a doormat. Far from it.”

  “I know. I just...” She shrugged. “I let you do things to me and sometimes, later, I feel dirty.”

  “Shh.” He squeezed her closer. “You’re the most important person in my life. I’ll respect you enough for both of us until you catch up, okay?”

  There was a long pause, and he wondered if she’d fallen asleep.

  “Okay.”

  “If you never want to do that again, we don’t have to.”

  “Well...” She squirmed a bit, her naked bottom pressing against his groin, which immediately started to respond to her. “It wasn’t so bad by the end.”

  “No?”

  “I might have gotten off on it. A little.”

  “A little?”

  Her back shook, and he was relieved when he established she was laughing rather than crying.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “You fucked my ass on the floor in the dark, then told me the most beautiful things. I think I have emotional whiplash.”

  “Kinky.”

  She giggled, sobbed, then started to laugh again.

  He let her process her feelings in silence as he held her close, trying to let her know with his body all the words and feelings that gathered chaotically in his head. Eventually she drifted off into sleep, sweet and tiny in his arms.

  Even though it broke all of his rules, he stayed.

  Chapter Nineteen

  The dogs were barking.

  Minnow forced her eyes open, staring at the wall long enough to realize she was in her room, and bright sun was shining in. A weight lifted off her hip, and with it went a significant amount of warmth. She sat up. The sheet pooled around her waist, leaving her breasts bare to the cool air. At some point during the night the fire had died down to nothing. Her ass cheeks and asshole ached, and she leaned gingerly off to one side.

  She was greeted by the sight of Severin’s glorious bare ass as he slid on a pair of jeans. God – he’d slept in bed with her? All night! Warmth trickled through her body like a shot of tequila. Sleeping in the same bed? Such a mundane thing, and yet her cheeks heated and she felt a bit giddy.

  “What’s wrong with the dogs?” she asked, blinking in confusion.

  “I think someone’s at the door.”

  “Maybe it’s a delivery?” She glanced at the clock. At seven in the morning? She slid out of bed and carefully pulled on a long cashmere sweater and some leggings before following him down the hall to the door. Every muscle in her body complained as if she’d run a marathon. She kind of had.

  Rodrigo came from the kitchen, dressed like he’d come in from his sister’s party not long ago, his dress shirt half unbuttoned, looking dashingly mussed.

  She half laughed. Only in a hermit’s secluded house would the doorbell ringing be the reason for so much curiosity.

  “Who’s here at this hour?” Rodrigo asked her.

  She shrugged. “Church?”

  “Why would he ring the doorbell?” Severin strode to the door and swung it open.

  A young man stood surveying the manicured front lawn, turning to grin at Severin. It was a sly grin, full of secret amusement.

  “Can I help you?” Severin asked in irritation.

  Minnow gasped, her hand rising to cover her mouth to stifle her shock.

  Rodrigo blew out a shocked breath. “Holy shit.”

  Only Severin didn’t seem to see it.

  The man gave him a long, sweeping look. “You really are a big bastard, aren’t you? The rumors pale, of course.” His English was thickly accented with French. He sketched a mocking bow.

  Severin’s shoulders tensed, and Minnow had to stop herself from stepping between them to spare him this. She’d pick up the pieces if things went south, but it wasn’t her place to intervene. Not this time.

  “Do I know you?” Severin asked.

  Minnow could feel the shift in his thoughts as the pennies dropped into place.

  The young man cocked his head to the side. “No, I’ve never had the pleasure of making your acquaintance.” There was a hint of madness in his pale blue eyes that was all too familiar. “Mr. Solis, your man of affairs, sent me a letter. I thought it would be more polite to visit, rather than trying to introduce myself in writing.” He cleared his throat. “Forgive my intrusion, Sebastien...pardon...Severin. My name is Loïc Leduc. I’m your little brother.”

  To be continued in Tragic King, September 2017

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  Acknowledgements

  Once upon a time, Rodrigo appeared and orde
red us to write him into this book. He was supposed to be a side character, but quickly became an integral part of the story. The only problem? Rodrigo didn’t realize that neither Sorcha nor Leia spoke Spanish, and apparently online translation tools leave a lot to be desired! Thanks to Heimy Roa for being Rodrigo’s last minute Spanish checker – especially since we had it wrong!

  Once again, thanks to Nerine Dorman, Vampire Queen of the South, for her quick and thorough editing work. We’d say Reliable was Nerine’s middle name, but we’re pretty sure her middle name would be a much cooler, more intriguing word…possibly a thesaurus full of them.

  Thank to Rebel Book Design (www.rebelbookdesign.com) for designing our gorgeous covers and doing Severin justice. We’d like to do Severin in other ways too, but licking the cover will have to suffice.

  And, as always, thanks to our hilarious, wild, bratty street teams, The Badass Brats, and Sparrow’s Circus! We love you all!!!!!!!! <3

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  SECOND CHANCE DOM

  Chapter 1

  Stainless and concrete as far as the eye could see. Between the décor and the music, the owners of Fitte weren’t aiming for a romantic atmosphere, but it held a charm that appealed to Riley anyway. The brutal honesty of the space made her blood buzz with anticipation.

  The bass pumping through the speakers throbbed through her body. The music was heavy, dark, growling – a perfect match to the environment and what she was there for.