Page 27 of The Bonds of Nyx

“Turn around, Angel,” he said through gritted teeth, running a hand over my hair.

I peeked up at him through my lashes and dragged my teeth over his nipple. “But I don’t want to.”

The hand in my hair tightened at the base of my neck. He tugged my head back to look up at him. “Tonight, I’m in charge.” Glowing eyes grazed over my body, the heat enough to make me want to fan myself. Instead, I pressed my thighs together. “You’re going to turn around and spread your legs like a good girl.”

I swallowed as he released my hair. Everything he said went straight to the throbbing heat between my thighs, and with my heart thundering, I did as he said. I was already aching and wetbeforehe’d said that, but now I was ready to beg for release.

I pressed my hands to the tree’s rough bark and looked over my shoulder at the shifter I wanted—no,needed—to claim. Wiggling my ass a little, I smiled at the darkening of his stare and the hardness tenting his jeans.

“What now?” I asked.

Instead of responding—of course, he only deigned me with words when it came to orders—Elias tore a hole right through my yoga pants. I sucked in a gasp as he palmed the globes of my ass.

“Fucking perfect,” he muttered. “Be good and don’t scream just yet. You won’t come until I tell you to.”

Swallowing, I nodded. A wicked smirk played on his lips as he knelt behind me. His teeth, slightly sharper than normal, bit into my ass cheek. I hissed, but he pulled back and licked the spot before doing it to the other side.

Bastard. He was so close to where I needed him, yet he was toying with me.

The next swipe of his tongue made me shudder in bliss. He toyed with my clit over my wet panties, lapping at the sensitive nub teasingly. I trembled from the friction, but it wasn’t enough.

“Please, Elias. I need more.”

The wolf growled, and gone were my panties, torn away and left discarded on the wet earth beside the tree.

“You could have just taken them off,” I muttered, shaking my ass for good measure. “Now I need new pantsandunderwear.”

Elias smacked me. Well, hespankedme. If it weren’t for the immense pleasure it gave—which wasnotan expected side-effect—I would have turned around. As he kissed the stinging area and massaged it with his large hand, I couldn’t stop the moan from spilling from my lips.

“Did I say you could speak, Angel?”

I bit my lip and shook my head. His palm hit the other cheek, leaving a pleasurable sting in its wake. “Words, Angel.”

“N-no,” I stuttered around another moan. Holy hell, I never expected to likethis. Shit like spanking was more Thea’s expertise. She was the one who explored things like that.

I never had, and now I was kind of glad I hadn’t been with someone like Elias. Because this experience would be everything.

He blew on my clit like a warning before sucking it into his mouth. I stifled a cry as he sucked and nipped at it while his hands spread me wider for him. In this position, everythingwas bare to him. Even though I would have felt self-conscious ordinarily, I only felt more desire as he flicked his tongue over me.

Elias lapped and sucked, drawing the pleasure out slowly, painfully. When he inserted two fingers into me, I almost groaned in relief. He pumped into me, curling his fingers, stroking me slowly as he continued his assault on my clit.

I moaned his name as I hit the precipice of desire. His strokes picked up as he sucked my clit into his mouth, almost pushing me over the edge.

“Come now, Angel,” he growled, the vibrations going straight to my core. “Come on my face.”

“Elias, fuck!” I shuddered and tensed as I came, tightening around his thick fingers. He drew out my climax with slow pumps of his fingers and gentle laps of his tongue. As I came down from it, he wrapped an arm around me and held me against his chest.

“You were so good, Angel,” he murmured, nuzzling my hair.

Lust and magic pounded in my veins as we each caught our breaths. A constant barrage of thoughts, of demands, echoed in my head.Mate. Mine. Claim. Mate. Mine. Claim. Over and over again.

“Elias—” I pushed back in his arms, feeling the steel length of his cock against the tender flesh of my ass. His hand slipped beneath my shirt and explored the heated skin of my stomach and the aching swells of my breasts. One tweak of my nipples—which hardly ever fell victim to sexual stimulation—and I was raring to go again, wetter than Forthampton in spring.

I arched into his touch, another moan slipping from my lips. “Please, Elias, I need more.”

The rough callouses of his hands elicited another shiver. I rocked back, his cock twitching with the impact, earning me a growl that only made me need him more.

“I need you,” I whispered.

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