Page 242 of Seer Prophet

“I’ll block us,” he offered, smiling faintly.

They’ll still feel it if they look.

“Not as much.”

I had a sudden flush of panic.Where’s Lily?

“She’s in school, Allie. She’s not here. She won’t feel anything.”

The others will. They’ll feel it enough to know what we’re doing––

“I don’t give a shit, Allie,” he said. “Do you?”

Looking up at him, I tried to decide if I did.

His pain snaked through my light until I struggled to think in straight lines, much less care what a bunch of seers were doing down the hall.

My light grew submissive, and he let out a heavy gasp.

His fingers gripped my underwear. He yanked, hard, ripping it off with one hand. I felt the bite in my hip just before the fabric gave.

Before I could catch my breath, he turned me over.

He positioned me with his hands, yanking me up to my knees before he slid his fingers all the way into me, using so much light my vision slanted out. Hisaleimiwound deeper into mine as he continued to use his light, until I felt his cock harden, felt thehirikextend.

He let out a low growl.

I gasped at the more violent flickers I felt through his light.

He wanted to hit me. He wanted to fuck. He wanted anal sex, too, maybe after I gave him head. More than any of that, he wanted me to submit, for my light to be completely submissive to his while he did it. He wanted surrender.

He wanted utter and complete fucking surrender.

I felt that wanting like a physical craving.

I felt him want to do things he’d seen Ditrini do, things I’d felt him react to before.

When that made my pain worse, he fisted his hand in my hair.

He let out another low gasp when I agreed to whatever he wanted.

I still felt him suppressing things, trying to decide how far to push with me. His grip on myaleimitightened when I fought him briefly, testing his hold. When I couldn’t get free his pain blinded me, nearly making me lose touch with the room.

“Wife.” He murmured it against my ear. “What the hell is wrong with us?”

I let out a half laugh.

I couldn’t move though, and his pain made me groan.

“I don’t know.” I closed my eyes. “Are you wanting more children or something?” Another stab of his pain hit at me, one that worsened as I felt him think about my question. “…Because that’s pretty much off the table for the next ten years, isn’t it?”

He didn’t answer.

He kissed my mouth instead.

He deepened the kiss until I lost my train of thought. When he finally paused, minutes later, he leaned back to yank his shirt over his head. He kissed me again once he’d thrown it on the floor. His body grew heavier, his light more open. I felt him fighting to get the hard end of his cock to retract so we could fuck for real.

Whatever this thing was between us, it was getting worse.

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