Page 268 of Storm of Secrets and Sorrow

She sighed dramatically. “I do understand the allure of the begging, Theon,” she said, leaning forward and pressing her lips to one corner of his and then the other. He turned his head, chasing her mouth as she leaned away from him again. “It’s terrible trying to figure something out when something else is constantly demanding your attention.” She gripped the hair at his nape, yanking hard and making him curse. “Like a bond you never wanted.” She slid against him again, grinding harder. “Or a cunt you crave but can’t have.”

“I’m going to have it, Tessa,” he snarled, reaching for her again.

Until bands of dark and light yanked his arms back and away from her, forcing his hands to the armrests.

“Time to tell me what the fuck is going on,” he demanded as she smiled at him again.

“Like you told me how you figured out my bloodline?”

Fuck.

That was all he could think as he watched her.

“Or do you want to tell me how you believe everything the Augury is trying to do?”

“What? Tessa, no. You don’t understand—Fuck!”

The curse came as she finally seated herself fully, and he couldn’t think around feeling her surrounding him again. He couldn’t breathe as she rocked against him, swiveling her hips in a way that clearly worked for her as she tipped her head back and let out a sound that had him thrusting up into her.

“Let me touch you, beautiful,” he demanded, straining against his own magic that she was somehow controlling.

She shook her head, rocking against him again in a way that he knew made him drag against her clit. “You always take and take and take from me,” she said, breathless as she continued to move. “I’m taking this time, Theon.”

And take she did as she ground against him, her hands coming up and playing with her breasts. He watched as she rolled and tugged at her nipples through her thin top, the material providing friction that he was dying to provide with his mouth. Instinctively, he thrust up again, and she let out a small gasp at the movement.

“Even when you don’t let me touch you, I know what you need,” he growled. “Let me make it even better, Tessa. You know I can. You know it can be so much more than this.”

“That’s just it, Theon,” she said, her hand sliding down her torso, over her belly, between her legs. She rubbed her clit, her fingers brushing against his cock with the movements. “We can never be more than this. Destiny beckons. Sacrifice demands, but Fate requires more.”

He felt her start to clench around him, her thighs tensing as her head fell back.

“We’ll always be more. You’ll always need more. It’ll never be enough, little storm,” he said as her fingers moved faster, her hips grinding harder. “At the end of the day, you’re still mine. All of you. From your fury to your pleasure.”

“No,” she gasped, her magic clawing at him as she teetered on the edge.

“Always, Tessa,” he swore. “Now come. Give me what’s mine.”

She shuddered around him, her back arching and hands landing on his chest as she fell into her pleasure. Her light buzzed against his flesh like tiny shocks, and all of it was enough to have him driving up into her again and again.

Until she started lifting off of him.

With a startled gasp, he choked out, “What are you doing?”

Her legs were still trembling as she stood. He could see her knees shaking.

“I took what I wanted, Theon,” she said, her voice still hoarse and breathy.

“You can’t be serious,” he demanded in disbelief as she reached for his dick, tucking him back into his pants.

“I have another story to tell you.”

“I don’t want another fucking story, Tessa,” he spat in outrage.

“But it’s a good one,” she said, readjusting her skirt.

Theon tried to get up, but there was another yank on his magic that held him in place. “Tessa, stop,” he said, struggling a little more. “How are you doing this?”

“I told you. The Source Marks work both ways.”

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