Page 41 of The Blood Moon Oath

I open my eyes, meeting Kael's burning stare. "Torin made me feel things I never knew were possible," I confess, my voicetaking on a sultry edge. "His touch ignited a fire within me, and I craved more."

Kael's grip on my chin tightens, his knuckles turning white. "Did you enjoy it?" he asks through gritted teeth, his jealousy palpable.

I lean in closer, my lips brushing against his ear. "Oh, yes," I whisper, my breath hot against his skin. "Torin showed me pleasures beyond imagination, and I reveled in every moment of it."

Kael's control snaps. His body pins me down as he claims my mouth in a brutal kiss. His tongue invades, tangling with mine in a fierce battle for dominance.

I moan into the kiss, arching against Kael as his hardness presses insistently against me. His hands roam my body, gripping and kneading, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Breaking away from the kiss, I gasp for air, my chest heaving. "You're so much worse than Torin," I pant, my voice laced with a taunting challenge. "At least he didn't suffocate me with his jealousy."

Kael's eyes flash with anger, but beneath the surface, I detect a flicker of something else – hunger, need, desperation. He leans in, his breath hot against my ear once more. "You think you can provoke me, tempt me into losing control? Well, you're right. I'm done playing nice."

A thrill runs through me at Kael's declaration, my core clenching with anticipation. I reach up, threading my fingers through his hair as I pull him closer. "Then show me what you're capable of," I dare him, my voice a husky purr. "Make me forget Torin ever existed."

With that, I capture Kael's lips in another searing kiss, my tongue dueling with his as our bodies press together in a frenzy of desire. His hands slide down to cup my ass, squeezing roughly as he grinds his erection against me.

I break the kiss, my chest heaving. "Fuck me, Kael," I demand, my eyes locked on his. "Use me however you want. Prove that you're better than your brother."

As I plead with Kael to take me, a fleeting doubt flashes through my mind - what am I doing, asking him to claim my virginity? But the heat in his eyes, the way his hands possessively grasp my curves, erases all hesitation. Yes, I want this. I crave the experience, the completion only he can provide.

My inner walls flutter in anticipation as Kael steps back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Not yet," he declares, his voice a dark promise. "You'll have to earn that privilege."

"You're kidding, right?" I say in disbelief.

He smirks down at me from where he's standing above me. "Not in the slightest, little huntress. I'm not like my brother. My cock is a privilege, and you'll have to work for it. I'll make you beg for days, weeks even. Make you pant after me like a horny little slut. The only relief you'll be able to get is the relief you give yourself, but each time you do," he holds up his wrist with a mocking smile, "I'll know. And it will only extend the time until I grant you the pleasure of my cock."

My face burns with humiliation and rage as Kael delivers his cruel ultimatum. The implication that he'll monitor my self-pleasure, using it as leverage to prolong my torment, fills me with a mix of disgust and perverse excitement.

"I won't be your plaything," I spit, though my body betrays me, pressing eagerly against his touch. "You can't break me."

But deep down, I know he already has. In his presence, I'm reduced to a desperate, aching mess, willing to debase myself for a taste of his power.

As if sensing my surrender, Kael moves back in, letting his fingers dance across my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through my veins. I gasp, my head falling back against the wall.

"Oh, little huntress, I think I already have," he says. "Now, let's begin, shall we?" He trails fingers down my body, tweaking my nipples harshly.

A strangled cry escapes me as Kael's rough handling sends jolts of pain and pleasure through my sensitive breasts. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break.

"No...stop..." I manage to choke out, even as my body writhes against the sheets, craving more of the maddening stimulation. "This isn't fair..."

But Kael merely chuckles, low and menacing, as he continues his assault on my senses. He moves his hands lower now, circling my clit with deliberate slowness.

"You want fairness, little huntress?" he taunts, his breath hot against my ear. "Then perhaps you should have thought of that before you decided to play with forces beyond your control."

He pinches my clit hard, and I scream.

My back arches off the bed, and my nails dig into the sheets.

"That's it, scream for me," he hisses in my ear. "Let me hear how much you hate it."

"Look at me," Kael hisses, his voice cold and demanding. Reluctantly, I open my eyes to meet his icy blue ones. "I control you now, Sable. Every moan, every shudder, every drop of your sweet nectar will be for me and only me."

His words send a shiver down my spine, but the heat in my core only intensifies. "N-No...I won't...give you...the satisfaction..." I pant out.

Kael smirks as if he expected as much. "We'll see about that." He removes his hand from between my legs and stands up. Panic surges through me, but it's short-lived as I feel thecool sensation of something hard and smooth against my entrance.

"What...what is this?" I ask, my voice trembling with trepidation.

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