Page 42 of The Blood Moon Oath

"Something to help you along," he says cryptically. In one swift movement, he pushes the object inside me, stretching me beyond what I thought possible. The burning sensation is excruciatingly delicious, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan.

"Yesss...feels so good, doesn't it?" Kael purred in my ear as he moved the device within me, sending wave after wave of pleasure-pain coursing through my body. "Now, scream for me, little huntress," he growled, punctuating each word with a deep thrust of the device. "Scream for your life."

I grit my teeth, determined not to give him the satisfaction. But with each relentless thrust, my resolve crumbles like sand. The pressure inside me builds, becoming unbearable. I arch my back, ready to succumb to the darkness of ecstasy, when Kael pulls the device away.

"Stop...I...I..." before I can finish my sentence, Kael withdraws the device and my world collapses around me. The loss of contact is almost unbearable, and I whimper, desperate for more.

"Look at you," Kael says with a sneer, "begging for more."

I try to sit up, catching my breath, but Kael's strong hand presses me firmly back onto the cold stone. "Stay put, pet," he commands, his voice low and authoritative.

A thrill of fear and arousal shoots through me at the possessive tone. Before I can respond, his mouth descends upon me again, his tongue probing deeply into my slick folds. I arch off the bed, hands scrabbling for purchase as he laps at my essence with unrestrained hunger.

Kael continues to ravish me with his tongue, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. My mind is ajumbled mess, trying to process the conflicting emotions of fear and desire.

Just when I think I can't take it anymore, Kael stops abruptly and sits up, a smug look on his face. "You taste delicious," he says, licking his lips.

I bite back a moan as I watch him, feeling both aroused and violated at the same time. "What do you want from me?" I ask, my voice shaking.

Kael's smirk widens. "Everything," he says simply.

I shiver at the intensity in his eyes and realize that he means it. He wants to control every aspect of my being - physical, emotional, even magical. And with the binding between us, he has the power to do just that.

"I won't let you," I say defiantly.

Kael chuckles darkly. "Oh pet, you have no idea what you're up against."

He leans down again and this time uses his fingers to spread my folds apart. I gasp as cool air hits my sensitive skin, but before I can react further, he dives back in with his mouth.

The pleasure is overwhelming and all-consuming as Kael expertly works his way around my core. My nails dig into the sheets once again as I try to hold back my moans, but it's useless against Kael's skilled touch.

"Let go," he whispers against me before plunging two fingers inside me.

My body responds immediately and I scream out in ecstasy as waves after waves of pleasure crash over me. The intensity is almost too much to bear, but Kael keeps going until I'm left panting and trembling on the bed.

"That's what happens when you resist," Kael says smugly as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

I glare at him, my body still humming with pleasure.

Kael smirks down at me, his composure annoyingly intactwhile I’m left trembling and weak, sprawled across the bed like I’ve just survived a battle. The smug satisfaction in his eyes is infuriating, and I clench my fists, forcing my breath to steady.

“So,” I snap, my voice hoarse. “What now?”

He leans closer, his lips brushing my ear as he speaks, his tone low and commanding. “Now, you sleep. Tomorrow, you train. The Trials will be here sooner than you think, pet.”

His words send a shiver down my spine—not entirely from fear. There’s a promise laced in his voice, one I’m not sure I’m ready to face. Without another word, he straightens and adjusts his shirt as though nothing happened, his gaze locking with mine for a brief, loaded moment.

And then, he turns and strides toward the door.

I watch him leave, biting my lip to keep from saying something that will only make things worse. The door clicks shut behind him, and I exhale sharply, the sound almost a growl of frustration.

I drag myself up from the bed, every muscle in my body aching, and cross the room to test the door anyway. Locked. As expected. I huff, muttering curses under my breath, and make my way to the bathroom.

The sleek, luxurious space still feels out of place to me, like it doesn’t belong in this cold, brutal world. The tiles are cool underfoot, the shower invitingly modern. I step under the hot spray.

The water cascades over me, washing away the sweat and tension, but it does little to drown out the lingering memory of Kael’s touch—or the way my body betrayed me. I hate them. I hate how they’ve invaded every corner of my life.

And yet, as I climb into bed afterward, the memory of both brothers, their hands, their mouths, their control, lingers in my mind. I bury my face in the pillow, trying to block it out, but it’sno use. My body still hums with an energy I can’t shake, and the soft silk sheets feel like a taunt against my skin.

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