CHAPTER 8
Every man on the ship stared openly at Sansa as they walked across the deck and she blushed, hoping Sandor didn't notice. He did, however, and she saw his clenched fists turning white. One sailor came to take Stranger, but the horse and Sandor's collective snarl sent him reeling backwards.
After they had loaded the beast they made their way to their cabin, the Hound yanking Sansa roughly into his side hoping to shield her from the roving eyes of the sailors. Once they had made it to the room, Sandor slammed the door shut with a force that made the girl jump. She looked back to see the big man dragging one large hand across his face.
"What is it, what's wrong?" she asked, alarmed.
"I don't like it," Sandor snarled. "All these fucking eyes watching you like a piece of meat." Sansa relaxed and walked slowly over to where he stood.
"That's why I have you," she said quietly, taking his hand away from his face and holding it. His eyes softened looking at her angel's face.
"Even still, I don't want you walking around alone." After a moment she nodded and helped his remove his armor. The sun was beginning to set and the rocking motion of the ship had an oddly relaxing effect on the girl. She made her way to the bed that took up most of the small room and sat, closing her eyes and feeling herself rock in rhythm with the waves. After a while, she felt a warm hand brush her hair gently from her shoulder, and she leaned into it without opening her eyes.
She turned to look at him and found his eyes locked with hers. Tentatively, she reached out to touch his face, stroking it as softly as butterfly wings. Sandor closed his eyes and felt her warm, soft lips press against his. Softer than she'd thought him capable of being, he cradled her face and kissed her. He lay down on the bed and wrapped her in his big arms, holding her as she was rocked into sleep.
Sansa woke to darkness, a hand across her mouth and someone holding her arms. Her panic overwhelmed her and she bit down on the hand covering her mouth, shrieking when it disappeared. She heard a man's voice swear, but the grip on her arms did not lessen. She searched the dark room frantically for Sandor and saw him being held down by three men. He let out a great bellow and threw one of the men clear across the room. The others let out noises of alarm and Sansa heard the unmistakable sound of bones crunching and something that sounded like the scream of a wounded animal. The room was lit just enough for her to see the Hound head-butt the last of the upright assailants and watch him crumple to the ground noiselessly. In one stride he was across the room and suddenly Sansa was free. There was a definite thud and then his hands were on her arms.
She looked at him and saw blood running down his arm and dripping onto the floor.
"Are you hurt?" she gasped, frantically looking him over.
"Not my blood, little bird," he said, yanking his bloodstained tunic over his head. "Are you hurt?" She shook her head and he exhaled a pent up breath, gathering her against his huge, naked chest.
She was amazed; the whole scuffle had lasted about a minute or two, and in that time he'd been able to defeat four men single-handedly.
The fight seemed to have woken most of the ship, and Sansa felt herself being dragged up the stairs and onto the deck. In the darkness, she couldn't tell who all the assembled men were, but she saw one large, squat man and assumed it was the captain.
"Four of your fucking dogs attacked us," Sandor spat venomously at him. The dark figure shrugged.
"They wanted the girl no doubt. I warned you not to bring that woman with you," he said simply and Sansa knew Sandor would not contain his anger for very much longer.
"Speak to your sailors," he said in a dangerously low and calm voice, "or you'll soon have none." Sansa shuddered at his words, and the captain was quiet for a few long moments before nodding and muttering, "aye."
Sandor swept the girl back down below deck as she heard the captain faintly cursing at the crew. When they reached the room, the attackers were gone and Sansa sighed.
"Thank you," she said, placing her hands on his heaving chest. "You seem to be well versed in the practice of saving my life."
Without a word, Sandor's lips crashed down on hers, surprising her. He reached down and tore her thin shift right down the middle and off of her, and Sansa gasped before her lips were once more crushed by his. Sandor picked her up, squeezing her ass roughly and backing her against one of the wooden walls. He moved his mouth down across her neck and she gasped for breath. Without a word, two of his fingers were in her wet, dripping pussy and she all but screamed, and his other hand came up to cover her mouth. She screamed her pleasure into it as he continued to move his mouth down her body.
He took one of her nipples in his mouth as he pumped his fingers in and out of her and she closed her eyes and moaned into his hand. She was close and he knew it.
"Not yet, girl," he snarled and roughly threw her down onto the bed. He climbed over her, kicking off his breeches. His mouth trailed down her hot body until he reached her wet pussy.
He looked at her in a way that made her gasp, and then his tongue was inside her and she bit her lip to stop herself from screaming. It flicked in and out and she grabbed him by his hair, holding him there. He smiled, lapping at her.
His lips were back at hers then, and with one hand he held both of her arms above her head. Then his hard cock was in her and she did scream.
I'm sure the whole damn ship can hear her screaming, Sandor thought to himself and smiled viciously. Good. Then they'll know I've fucking claimed her.
He slammed in and out of her with so much force that the bed shook, and she moaned his name, driving him crazy. A sudden burst of courage hit Sansa, and without really knowing what she was doing, she flipped them over so she was sitting on him. He put his hands on her waist and lifted her onto his huge cock and she moaned in pleasure. She began fucking him slowly and he threw his head back, groaning at the feeling of this girl riding his cock. She picked up speed as she figured out what to do and she rode him hard before he spilled his hot seed into her, moaning her name. She collapsed on top of him, both breathing harder than ever before.
"Fuck, girl," was all he managed.
"Yes," she agreed, before falling asleep.
