Page 42 of Vengeful Mates

“Don’t you want your massage?”

“Fuck the massage. I want my dick in your mouth and my lips on your clit.” Dark, husky words dripped from my man’s sexy mouth, warming me like a glass of whisky.

My heart signed over submission and ownership to him as I got to my feet, waiting for my next order.

Submission was out of character for me when I gave it to Slade as good as he dealt it. My god of War capitalized on weakness and exploited it to conquer his enemies. Strategies he played on me to get me to surrender to his will like a dutiful soldier. Only I was his mate, not one of his men.

Relations with Castor were completely the opposite. With him, I found strength in surrendering. Pleasure from domination. Trust that he wouldn’t abuse me or take advantage of my vulnerabilities. That faith in him smoldered like a fire coming to life.

Fiery desire raged in his gaze. “Hands on the table. Palms flat.” Blood coursed wildly through my veins at his dark demands. “Panties off. Ass out.”

I knew he needed this, needed me. Needed a release of tension. Not just from the massage, from the stress he carried in his mind.

“Yes, Daddy.” Fire curled low in my belly as he moved behind me.

“Have you been a good Sorceress?” Daddy loved to dominate me, and I loved his dark form of pleasure. Foreplay and sex were his means to offload tension, and I wanted to give that to him.

“No.” I wiggled my ass, hinting for a spank.

His hand came down on my cheeks. Loud. Proud. Hard enough to light my damn ass on fire. “Is that what you want?”

I squirmed at the burn. “Yes, Daddy.”

He gave me another spank and I moved away. “Keep your ass still.” And another for moving.

“Yes, Daddy.” I used all my self-control not to wriggle for him.

Instead of landing another blow, he rubbed my butt, easing the smarting. “You’ve been neglecting your Daddy.” More punishing cracks to my flesh, one cheek, then the other. “I wouldn’t be this tense with daily massages from you. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Daily was impossible. I’d have no palms left if I had to massage all my mates. Every few days I could handle, and only if they returned the favor.

“Sorry, Daddy.” I stuck out my behind further for another smack.

“You’ve been busy.” Wow, Daddy gave me a pass, kneading my blazing cheeks. “Forget your man again, and Zethan and I will pay you another visit.”

Yes, please!Last time with the two of them was hot. Group sex with all my mates incredible.

He tutted me. “This time we really will clit block you.”

I pouted and waggled my butt. “No fair, Daddy. Don’t be mean to your Sorceress.”

“Mean?” He stroked a hand down my spine. “I could never be mean to you, sweet fire.” He backed up his sentiment with a series of panty-melting kisses down my back. Even though they were over my shirt, I felt the spark and heat of each one, and I arched my back.

I believed him. Castor was my one mate who showed kindness to me when the Jackals held me captive. Brought me items to clean myself, let me go to the bathroom, brought me books, and came down to talk to me. Got me off in my cell when an unexpected shifter heat hit me, set off by fucking Slade, causing me to crave my mates even more.

Daddy showed me affection through gifts or notes with passages from books, little treats to make me feel at home or to show he was thinking of me. This stubborn, proud bitch never knew she loved gifts until he came along and spoiled me… and started a gift and competition with Slade.Men!

“Sweet fire?” I murmured. “Another nickname?”

“I was inspired by something I read about Isis and a dark fire.” Of course, he was.

“Book nerd Daddy.” I nudged him with my ass to remind him not to get sidetracked and forget what he started because I was hot, achy, and needed to be punished and filled with his cock.

“I’m sorry.” He stroked along my thighs and squeezed my ass. “Is Book nerd Daddy forgetting your needs?” He ground his hardening length into my backside.

“Daddy deserves a spanking,” I panted, grinding myself into his semi.

Castor firmly gripped my neck, drawing me up, my back against his stomach and chest. “Daddydoesthe disciplining.”

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