Warlord Reunited: 3 (Barbarian Claims) by Cynthia Sax Read Free Book Online Page B

him. “My gerel .” He stroked his fingers over her mons, her heat, her wetness seeping through the fabric of her blue flight suit. “I long to please you, Ellie.” He nuzzled against her neck, mouthing over her skin, wishing to give her ecstasy to offset the agony he’d caused.
    “We’re on the bridge of my ship.” Ellie’s voice lowered to a sexy huskiness, her protest adorably feeble. “If someone hailed us, they’d see.”
    “What would they see?” Berke extended his claws and raked them over Ellie’s flight suit, shredding the garment into strips, revealing pale skin, pink nipples, a triangle of short brown curls. “They’d see a ChameleWarlord paying homage to his small human female.” He retracted his claws, not trusting his already frayed control, and he traced the scar on her neck with his tongue, licked over her collarbone, dragged his mouth lower to her succulent curves. “The female he will always desire.”
    She arched her back, lifting her breasts. “Show me how much you want me.” Ellie held his head as he fastened his lips to her right nipple, sucking that intriguing combination of soft tautness into his mouth.
    Berke feasted upon his mate’s slender form, thoughts of Tolui and clones and battles fading, his world narrowing to Ellie, her pleasure, her desire. He drew as much of her breast as he could into his mouth, applying a constant pressure, twirling his tongue around her nipple, playing her body as only he could, with tenderness, devotion.
    “Berke.” She writhed over his thighs, rubbing her bare ass into his leg coverings, branding the leather with her scent of her skin.
    “I’m honoring you with my mouth, with my body.” He caught her nipple between his lips and pulled, elongating the delicate tip. Ellie whimpered, that quiet sound of surrender exciting Berke. He released her nipple and skimmed his teeth over her ivory skin to torment her left breast.
    “I’m worshipping you, my little bounty hunter, my reckless warrior.” He laved her with the flat of his tongue, swirling the tip over her nipple, and Ellie dug her fingernails into his scalp, the pain stimulating. He raised his gaze, meeting hers, and threw his habitual caution to the wild Chamele winds. “The only female I want fighting by my side.”
    Ellie inhaled sharply, her response pushing her breast against his mouth, and Berke sucked on that decadent curve, accepting all of her, accepting fate. They were meant to be together, on her ship’s bridge, in his sleeping chambers, on the bloody battlefield.
    Berke tugged and released, tugged and released, drawing moans from deep within Ellie’s throat. He’d protect her, kill for her, die for her. She stroked her trembling fingers over the ridge in his leg coverings, torturing him with her touch.
    “Rut on me, Ellie.” He unfastened his leg coverings with a vicious yank, tearing the leather, and he lifted her. She wrapped her hands around his cock, positioned him at her entrance, her heat engulfing him, her wetness coating his tip, and she lowered on him, taking him inside her hot, tight body.
    “Good.” Berke’s eyes rolled back in his head as she continued her leisurely descent. “But too slow.” He pulled her downward, digging his fingertips into her hips.
    Ellie growled, sounding more adorable than fierce, and she clung to his shoulders, offering a feeble resistance Berke easily overcame. He drew her fully down him, her pussy lips touching his base, and her inner walls squeezing his bonding ridge.
    “Better.” Berke loosened his grip, content to be inside his female, the connection between them humming.
    “For you.” She swatted his chest, the smack of skin against skin loud, the contact heating his flesh. “I had my own plans.”
    “Which were to torture me.” Berke squeezed Ellie’s glorious ass and regretted the action instantly, her pussy walls constricting around him, tempting him to spill his seed. “You push me too far, gerel .”
    “You need