Page 51 of Consort

Taking it isn’t what I want, though. I want him to chase me. To rip my body out of my own grasp and force himself into it. I grip his hair with both of my hands and jerk his head away from me. The need to challenge his power is confusing, but it still feels right. I won’t fight the instinct. Instead, I’ll be fighting him.

I run my gaze along his startled face. His eyes glow like blue embers. His lips are swollen and shiny from his attack on my mouth. His pointy ears are flushed at the tips, calling my attention to just the thing I need to test his will. To make him stumble.

My fingers release his hair and move their focus to those ears. I brush them along the lengths and then pinch the tips firmly. He moans and grabs my wrists, trying to pull my hands away. But I feel his arousal twitch against me. I know he loves it. But it gives me power over him, and he wants it back.

I make him work for it, holding onto his ears tightly. He has to pry each finger off before clasping my hands behind my back.

A moan catches in my throat when he leans his head to the side and bites down on my neck. He growls and grinds his hardened shaft against me, exerting his dominance. I’m exquisitely restrained and forced into submission. My knees ache from kneeling on the stone floor for so long, but I’m not ready to give up.

He’s out of hands and teeth, so I rub my core against the delightfully swollen length hiding in his leathers.

He shudders and straightens back up, and his eyes drop to my chest. He reaches out and rips the neckline of my dress down, taking my binding with it. My swollen breasts are freed, but so is the hidden washing cloth, which slips out of the fabric and flutters to the ground beside us.

He looks down at the proof of his power over me, and I want to die of embarrassment. But his sexy, knowing grin is worth every ounce of pride I just lost.

Now, I’ve been truly defeated, just like I wanted.

He rips his cloak off and balls it up, then guides me down onto it like a pillow. Even on his knees, he towers over me as I lie splayed out on the floor beneath him.

He turns his attention to my chest, leaning down and swiftly attaching his mouth to one of my nipples. It’s so sensitive in my excitement and need that the pressure almost hurts. But the pleasure from his sucks and nibbles is enough to leave the pain to the past. He massages both breasts as he moves to the other nipple, gently grazing his teeth against the sensitive flesh.

Slick pours out of me, soaking my undergarment and the stone floor I’m lying on. I freeze, worried he’ll stop if he sees the mess.

But he doesn’t stop. His fingers fumble with the ties of his leathers. The fabric is drawn tight, straining over his erection. Iwant to see what’s beneath. To complete the mental picture I’ve drawn of his body. But after finishing with the ties, he doesn’t pull himself out. I can see a bit of the tip peeking out from the top, teasing me. It seems I won’t get what I want until he decides to give it to me.

Or until he gets whathe’sbeen looking for.

He lifts my skirt and spreads my legs, gazing at the soaked yellow cloth. His fingers dig into my thighs, and he runs his tongue along his top teeth as he takes me in. He then tilts his head back and closes his eyes, not hiding what my body is doing to him.

His reaction is raw and real, heaping more arousal upon what’s already blasting through my body. Though I want to act, I’m frozen under his control. What happens now is up to him.

He blows out a long breath and lies down on top of me, putting most of his weight on his forearms. His shaft is settled right on top of my center, making me want to cry out with need. But he finds my lips again, silencing me with his kiss.

My body blazes beneath him, lit up with anticipation of what he’ll do next. I grip his hair and hold him against my face, soaking up his taste and scent.

He pours himself into the kiss, holding my jaw with one hand as his tongue explores my mouth. It’s everything I hoped for... but it’s still not enough. I want him deeper, a tighter connection than just our tongues. I need him to sink into my body and show me what I missed during my heat.

His scent becomes almost too much to take. My fangs begin to unsheathe, so I pull back. He might stop all of this if I pierce him.

But my instincts don’t care. They take over, and I end up clamping down on his neck instead.

He groans in my ear as I grip him tightly with my teeth. Somewhere in the corners of my mind, I know I shouldn’t be trying to mark him. I try to listen to that rational part of me, butevery other part is screamingmineso loudly that I just can’t stop myself.

His hips roll against me as I growl around his neck. I’ve waited long enough for this. Any longer is going to kill me. I reach down to free his length from the barrier between us. He gasps and thrusts into my hand when I wrap it around the hard, silky flesh.

I pull away from his neck and tug his face back down to mine. He kisses me hard while I run my thumb along the underside of his shaft. I wish I had time to explore his body. To color in the picture of him hanging on all the walls of my mind. But the need to have him inside me is more urgent.

I do take the time to at least look. To fill in that one, major part that’s been missing.

I push him back so I can see and gaze down at the long, thick cock in my hand. It should be red, considering the heat radiating from it, but it has the same shimmery tone as the rest of his skin. Like a solid bar of gold, rich and heavy in my hand.

I think I understand how he was able to satisfy my heat with no knot.

He gazes at me as I stroke him slowly, hopefully in the right way. He grunts and hisses, thrusting into my touch until a shiny drop of fluid appears at the tip of his shaft. I bare my fangs at him. Instinct screams at me to claim that drop as my own and take it inside of me.

Before I can, it drips away and lands on my panties, mixing with my own desire. It feels so wasted. I become frantic, needing to rescue any more drops that might come. Letting go of his shaft, I rip my panties to the side. He stares at me in shock as I wrap my legs around his hips and jerk him back down on top of me.

His hard length glides easily along my wet folds. I’ve never been this close to someone else before. I never want toexperience this with anyone else. I shudder with each pass, struggling to hold his gaze. My eyes want to roll back in my head, but I need to see that it’s him making me feel this way.

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