Page 55 of Of Wind and Terror

The side.

Just underneath it.

My areola.

Then finally, he places a kiss to the very tip of my nipple. His scruff drags across my skin deliciously.

I need more. So much more.

My time with Blaze has opened up something inside of me—something raw and hungry and unencumbered by past fears.

I arch my back slightly, and Draven drags my nipple into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue. His other hand trails down my stomach and to the hem of my nightgown. He bunches it up and then drags a finger through my pussy. I didn’t even realize before now that I’m not wearing panties.

I gasp, my eyes instinctively falling shut with bliss.

Draven’s dark chuckle floats through the air as he finally releases my breast.

“Keep your eyes open, mate. I want to see you fall apart. I want to see you bleed for me.” His husky voice elicits a gasp from me.

He pushes a finger inside of me at the same time he reaches for my other nightgown strap. That, too, falls down my arms until both of my breasts are bared to him. I feel inexplicably vulnerable.

Beautiful too.

He adds a second finger to the first and begins to thrust them both in and out of me.

“Look at how beautiful you look. Fuck, baby bird. You’re a dream.” Just before I can crest the edge, Draven pulls his fingers out of me, both digits glistening with my arousal.

He brings one finger to his mouth and sucks deeply, the move highly erotic.

A tiny whimper escapes me at the sight.

“Taste yourself,” he commands, holding his other finger out to me.

I hesitate briefly, indecision warring with lust in my head, before I lean forward and swirl my own tongue over his digit. His eyes heat, and I can see his cock straining against his trousers.

“One of these days, you’re going to sit on my face, and I’m gonna suck up every last drop. You’re going to come again and again on my face, not stopping until I get my fill of you.” He takes another step closer, and his hand creeps beneath my nightgown once more. “But for now…”

Without preamble, Draven flicks my clit at the same time his fingernails pierce my shoulder.

And I explode, my pussy tightening around nothing but air.

Draven pulls away with a smug smile. He holds both his hands out in front of him in stark wonder. One of them is wet with my arousal. The other is stained red with my blood. My shoulder stings slightly from where his fingernails dug in, and trickles of blood cascade down my arm, but for some reason, it feels almost…pleasurable. I never knew pain could be anything but agony.

I swallow and lower my gaze to his crotch. He’s so hard for me, it’s probably painful.

Draven follows the direction of my gaze, and his lips curve upwards even farther. Lust dances in his eyes. “If you want?—”

The Night Prince is interrupted by the door to his room opening and a familiar golden-haired man stepping inside.

“Your Highness, there seems to be—” Mikage cuts off abruptly when he takes in the scene.

Me, half naked, my breasts on full display and my nightgown bunched around my waist.

And Draven, appearing positively pleased with himself, his fingers glistening with a combination of saliva, arousal, and blood.

I attempt to cover myself the best I can as Mikage curses and turns around. The tips of his ears burn bright red.

“You were smart to look away when you did,” Draven tells Mikage almost casually. To me, he adds, “I was about to tear his eyes out of his skull and feed them to him.”

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