Page 26 of Chosen

Chapter Seventeen

Truth

I wanted to shatter every pretense he had. His grip on my hair lit up my scalp and my eyes rolled back. I pulled against it, relishing in the ache while he stuffed my face. His other hand captured my chin and he held me there while he pulled his cock from between my lips and jerked me about.

I ended up being drawn to him and then turned away. For a moment, I thought the ignorance of youth might leave him trying to rut with me right there in the carriage. Instead, he positioned my legs on either side of his and pushed my head toward the seat, leaving my ass high in the air over his lap. I felt the shiver of my gown as he encouraged it up my legs and over my backside. I hadn’t bothered to wear any under pants and judging from the grunt he gave; I’d say he approved. I waved my ass back and forth like a flag and his large hand cracked down on the side of it. He pinned me there, when his other hand found the opposite side and he buried his face in the middle. A hot wet tongue poked between my folds and speared my entrance. It sent chills racing through me. He ran it up my seam until he was pressing against my pucker and taunting my ass with it. No one had ever put their mouth on me there. Sure, Sven had probably brutalized that hole, but no one had ever done what Sig was doing. My thighs clenched and my fists followed suit. Everything was so intense and unavoidable in the position he’d put me in. The jarring of the carriage was bad enough, but the knowledge that my ass was visible to any of the peasants we passed made my cheeks flush with color. Not that any of that led me toward stopping him.

Gods, no.

I ground against him, chasing my pleasure. Every time I got close, he smacked my ass or bit my cheek and pulled away. I found myself working my lower lip between rounds of moaning. He thumped the top of the carriage and I startled so bad that my soul nearly left my body. The damn carriage wasn’t even completely stopped when he jumped out and reached back in for me. My whole world turned upside down as he hauled me out and put me over his shoulder. My gown was still tangled high on my legs, and he gave my thighs a swat.

We were on a road in the middle of nowhere. There was forest on either side of us. It was silent save for the occasional bird or critter.

“Wait here,” Sig told the boy before carrying me into the tree line. Branches scraped my sides, and a sticker bush caught my ankle as he made his way deeper into the woods. Alas, he dropped me down beside a small stream and fell to his knees between my legs. We were both breathing hard. I wasn’t sure what to do. It was so bizarre. My whole life had been spent seducing his family members, and now, when I desperately wanted things to go smoothly, I found myself uncertain and shaky.

Did I take the gown off? Would he be insulted? Should I let him do it?

All of which turned out to be senseless worrying. He picked up right where he’d left off. His needy calloused hands plucked at my thin nightgown, pulling it over my head. His tongue washed over my throat, and he suckled hard. I should have shoved him away and reminded him that he was marking free flesh, but it felt so fucking good.

He leaned back and removed his tunic, baring more scars to me. I ran my hand down his chest and pressed a little firmer when I got to his untied britches. I freed his cock and stroked the silken length of it. He slid the pants off his hips and nestled his way between my thighs. I tried to lean up, but he pushed me back down and pinned my body to the ground with his.

His lips smothered mine and his tongue darted into my mouth. I kissed him back and pressed my body against his muscular frame. He reached between us and in one smooth thrust, entered me. My thighs clenched and I dragged in an unexpected breath before wrapping my legs around him. His mouth was everywhere. Nipping my jaw and licking my throat. I drug my nails down his back and he bit my shoulder so hard I cried out. Everything disappeared. It was just the two of us in the middle of the forest. I clung to him, as he drummed a steady beat between my legs and writhed when the pleasure became too much for me to handle. It was intense and over quickly.

It was so odd. Sometimes, before Ozias was married he would lay with me after we rut. Sig was of no such mind. He rolled off me and lifted his hips enough to pull his pants back up. I watched him, unsure of what to expect, until he rolled over and gave me his shoulder. The Gods only knew that I’d seen enough of that type of dismissal in my lifetime.

Less than an hour later he was snoring on the forest floor. I surveyed my surroundings as I pulled my gown back on. Some leaves. An ant pile. A long, thin stick. I contemplated picking it up and giving him a taste of it.

Was this what married life was? Quick carriage thrills and cold mating? I couldn’t help but wonder if I wouldn’t have been more amused servicing myself.