Chapter 79: What you want

Chapter 79: What you want
Misarya raised her hand to strike him a third time.
Before her palm could connect with his jaw, Ikarion’s large, calloused hand shot out, wrapping around her slender wrist like an iron manacle. The impact jolted her shoulder, stopping her dead in her tracks.
Outside the heavy wooden door, sensing the sudden, violent shift from argument to physical dominance, Azeth let out a deep, vibrating growl, his heavy claws scratching frantically at the wood.
Misarya was panting, her chest heaving with a chaotic mixture of terror and pure, unadulterated fury. She glared up at him, her lilac eyes blazing.
"Is this what you want?!" she screamed, her voice breaking.
His amber eyes looked predatory. The annoyance evaporated, replaced by a raw, consuming hunger.
Ikarion stared down at her flushed, panting face.
Yes. There was nothing in the world he wanted more.
He despised the pious, chaste Halendarian lady she was trying to play. He hated that she wanted to punish him by placing herself on a pedestal, acting like a devoted, detached valley wife married to some soft lord like her stupid father. He knew her. He knew the fire that burned in her blood. He knew the language of her body. Lady Misa of the valleys might lay down on her back, close her eyes to be bred.
But not his Queen. Not Misarya-Lir.
With a low, feral growl, Ikarion’s free hand shot out. He gripped the thick linen towel wrapped around her body and violently yanked it away, tossing it across the room.
Misarya gasped as the cool air hit her bare, wet skin. Before she could even react, Ikarion surged forward, using his massive body to shove her backward until her spine hit the solid wood of the cabin wall. The impact knocked the breath from her, perhaps a little harder than he had intended, but the Warlord was entirely consumed by the roaring beast in his blood.
Her long, dark hair was wet and disheveled, cascading wildly over her damp shoulders. She tried to yank her trapped wrist out of his crushing grip, her eyes wide.
"Let me go!" she panted, bringing her other hand up to push violently against his solid chest.
Ikarion simply caught her other wrist. In one swift, brutal motion, he pinned both of her arms flush against the wood high above her head, holding her captive with a single, unyielding hand.
She was completely exposed to him. Pinned against the wall, breathless and flushed with rage, her breasts heaving with every ragged gasp, her pink nipples puckered and hard from the chill of the air and the friction of the struggle.
Ikarion leaned in, his face mere inches from hers, his hot breath fanning across her lips.
"This is what you want," he stated, his voice a dark, vibrating rumble that settled directly between her thighs.
Misarya squeezed her eyes shut, turning her face away. "No, it’s not."
"Yes, it is," Ikarion murmured, his rough nose grazing the sensitive skin of her jaw. He dragged his lips down to the erratic pulse beating wildly at her throat. "Your wolf would have torn that door down and killed me already if you didn't."
He didn't give her a chance to argue.
Keeping both her hands pinned securely above her head, Ikarion reached down with his free hand. He unbuckled his heavy leathers with hasty, rough movements, freeing his thick, heavy cock. It was entirely rigid, hot, and pulsing with a violent need.
He let go of her hands and immediately gripped the back of her thigh, lifting her legs and wrapping it around his waist to open her up to him completely. His rough fingers squeezed her ass, his cock finding her slick and dripping wet, completely betraying the icy words she had spoken moments ago.
"Look at me," Ikarion commanded roughly.
Misarya’s breath hitched, her lilac eyes locking onto his blazing gold.
Ikarion gripped her hips and drove upward, burying his thick cock deep inside of her in one ruthless, absolute thrust.
Misarya threw her head back against the wood, a loud, raw cry tearing from her throat as he stretched her completely. It bordered on pain, but the pleasure was blinding and absolute. She arched her back, pressing her wet breasts against his chest. She couldn’t help but let her body betray her stance.
Ikarion groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure triumph, and began to move.
He set a punishing, relentless pace. He pounded into her, his hips snapping forward with brutal force, the raw, animalistic sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the steamy cabin. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into her depths, hitting the very core of her with every deep thrust.
She fought the pleasure, tears of frustration and overwhelming sensation pricking her eyes. She tried to squirm against the wall, but he only pressed his body heavier against hers, his hips snapping upward to hit that deep, secret place inside her over and over again.
Misarya threw her head back against the wood, a loud, breathless moan ripping from her throat.
She couldn't hold back the moans anymore. They tore from her lips, loud and desperate. Her nails bit into the skin of his shoulders as the coil of tension inside her snapped. She shattered around him, her inner muscles clenching violently around his thick cock, her body milking him as she rode out a devastating, full-body climax against the wall.
Ikarion buried his face in her disheveled hair, his teeth biting down lightly on the juncture of her neck and shoulder as he drove into her one final, impossibly deep time. He roared her name into the skin of her throat, his massive frame shuddering violently as he filled her with his hot, heavy seed.
For a while, the only sound in the steamy cabin was their ragged, desperate breathing. Ikarion kept her pinned to the wall, his heavy chest rising and falling against her soft breasts, his seed dripping down her inner thigh, both of them completely undone by the storm they had just weathered.