Page 24 of The Captive's Curse
Usually I made quite a bit of noise in bed, at least when I enjoyed it. I spurred my lovers on to new heights of vigor, provided helpful suggestions, and shamelessly screamed the rafters down when they earned it.
Enzo fucked me evenly, inexorably, like a machine attached to a mill-wheel, with a motion of his hips that drove his cock into parts of me that I’d have sworn had been pristinely virginal until tonight. And if I’d been myself, and not throttled in the grip of Ennolu’s bitterness and rage, I’d have been screaming louder than I’d ever screamed. Instead I bit my lower lip to shreds and fisted my hands in the blankets, keeping my moans of mingled pain and relief inside through force of will.
Tears trickled down over my burning cheeks and all my muscles strained, rigid, joints aching, because if I’d let myselfgo I’d have sobbed and pleaded and become the worst possible cliché of a dawn mage needing a cock…but it hurt, the fever and the shooting pains in my abdomen, and I still needed…
“Almost there,” Enzo growled, and thrust into me once more, and then again, so hard I saw stars, and finally stopped with his cock stuffed all the way in me, grinding his hips, filling me with heat.
It lanced through me like a beam of moonlight on a dark night, illuminating my magic and soothing away the pain and the fever and the fear. I collapsed, panting and whimpering, the release from the curse’s grip so much more powerful than the orgasm that hit me at the same moment, cock throbbing and spreading wetness against my belly.
Distantly, I felt Enzo withdrawing from me, cock thick and heavy, and then the emptiness as he slid out. But the reaction to my curse’s lifting had set in. It left me barely able to open my eyes, floating in a haze of sparking, quivering magic, my body twitching and my mind sluggish.
“Lord Cyril?” A pause. “Lord Cyril?” He didn’t sound very happy, but he could deal with his impatience on his own. What the hell did he want from me? Couldn’t he simply cover me with the blankets and go?
Enzo’s heavy sigh and the aggravated quality to his movements as he extracted himself from the tangle of my legs and climbed off the bed probably would’ve had me replying with a variety of cutting remarks if I’d had the capacity at the moment.
But I didn’t. I couldn’t even muster the wherewithal to roll my eyes properly.
And ugh, now that I’d thought about him covering me up, the chill of the air had really started to make itself known. Shivering, I curled in on myself—or tried to, because my legs were stuck.
Squirming and moaning pitifully accomplished nothing at all, my legs still caught by something or other—
“Would you please stop wriggling,” Enzo said, and this time he sounded not just aggravated, but exasperated. “You still have your boots on.”
That was Enzo holding my legs down, then. Or pulling on them. Another helpless shudder went through me, and the goosebumps on my back were getting goosebumps of their own.
I mustered all my strength and whispered, “It’s cold.”
“I know,” he said, voice rough, and yanked on my boots. Was I really such an annoyance?
My eyes were getting all watery again. Even after the cure had been administered, a bout of my curse always left me feeling frightfully alone and desperately lonely, in a way that hurt like shards of ice in my bone marrow. Being treated like a burden by the man whose come still slicked my hole and thighs only intensified my misery. Didn’t I deserve a lover who’d be…loving? Not dismissive of my weakness and need, tossing my boots aside with a thump and tugging on my trousers, stripping me quickly and efficiently with no tenderness at all.
Not that I’d ever really had a tender lover before, anyway. Enzo wasn’t any worse. That didn’t stop the flow of tears, though, or ease the heavy tightness in my chest.
At last the constriction around my legs went away as Enzo wrestled my pants off, my stockings going with them. My feet had gone to sleep, my toes numb. Blinking into the semi-darkness and trying to push up on my trembling arms had me sliding off the edge of the bed, scrabbling at the blankets—until strong hands caught me around the waist, Enzo hoisting me up onto the bed and heaving me into the center of it with no apparent effort at all, naked limbs all akimbo.
Before I could muster more than a gasp of protest, or try to find the edge of the blankets and get under them before Ifroze to death, I flailed backward as the bed dipped under Enzo’s weight.
He slid one hand under my shoulders and pulled up the blanket at last with the other, immediately wrapping his arm over me and pressing my back firmly, irresistibly against his chest.
As if I wanted to resist.
My eyes rolled back in my head as I melted against him, head tucked against his shoulder, cheek pillowed on his bicep, his body wrapped around mine and the heat of him surrounding me.
Mmm. My eyes drifted shut, and I snuggled even closer.
Wait, no! I forced my aching eyes open again, staring at the orange flickers of light on the gray wall. I refused to be all soft and yielding in my captor’s muscular arms. Enzo had knocked me off my horse, mocked my dying words—and even though I hadn’tactuallydied, the principle remained, damn it!—kidnapped me, dragged me up that horrid mountain road, and all right, he’d kept me protected and secure then, just the way he had me sheltered and safe now…
Enzo’s arm tightened a fraction, and he splayed his hand flat across my stomach. “Stop squirming, Lord Cyril,” he rumbled, his voice vibrating pleasantly against my back. “If you keep rubbing your ass on me like that, I’ll get hard again. I told you it’d been a while.”
“’M not rubbing my ass on you,” I mumbled, uncomfortably aware that I’d been moving my hips in tiny circles. Stopping took real concentration.
He’d get hard again. He’d reach between us, unbutton his trousers again, and slide right inside me, no resistance at all.
But I didn’t need him anymore. I could tell him to go ahead if he wanted to anyway, though, couldn’t I? Since I didn’t care one way or the other?
I clenched my ass, vividly recalling his hard length inside me, and moaned. Enzo’s body had gone all tense. I opened my mouth to say…something, I didn’t know what precisely, but my eyelids were too heavy to hold up, and my limbs had sunk so deeply into the mattress I couldn’t even feel them anymore.
“Fucking gods,” Enzo muttered. “You really are a menace.”
