Page 33 of Fate and Flame
“Will you still let me do what I want?” There was a hint of danger in that request, but then there always was with him. My breath hitched and I nodded slowly as again his gaze raked down my body. He crossed the room, disappeared into his closet, and came back with leather straps. He snapped them in his hands, and the reverberation of the crack jolted my lower abdomen. “We won’t be making it to dinner.” A devilish grin crossed his face.
“What did you have in mind?”
“I’m going to teach you a lesson,” he answered. “I want you to see what it feels like to be forced not to touch. Raise your hands.”
A jolt of excitement moved through me, and I couldn’t tell if it was his or mine as I shifted forward on the bed.
He tied my hands to the posts, and then my feet. “Too tight?”
“Do your worst, Prince.”
I felt more than heard the intense growl from him as he crawled onto the bed above me. He dragged an extra set of the leather straps up one leg, across my belly, and back down the other side. I gasped, and his greedy eyes gleamed. He dragged the leather over my breast and the ties were the only thing keeping me in place as I squirmed.
He tossed them to the floor with an evil chuckle and started with soft kisses against my cheeks, my tender lips, and down my neck, as his massive hands held my waist. He moved painfully slow down to my breast, using his tongue and his teeth as salacious weapons against me.
My body pulled against the ties. His heated fingers branded me his forever as he moved them up and down my taut body. He was hard. So beautifully hard. His tip pressed against my core, and I called out in sheer, brazen pleasure. The sexual tension had been growing between us for so long, I didn’t think there was a thing he could do to satiate me.
He moved lower, massaging my thighs with his thumbs, as his mouth closed over my core, causing my body to buck in response. He was ravenous as he tasted me. The inability to move was torture. Euphoric, spellbinding torture. I panted and made small noises as he tortured me with his tongue until I was screaming and shuddering and begging him to stop so I could catch my breath.
He pulled away and slipped a finger inside while I writhed in glorious, growing satisfaction. I cried out as he moved two fingers in and out in perfect rhythm until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fen...please.”
Say the words, pet.
“I need you. All of you. Now.”
He rose above me, staring down through thick, dark lashes, and rubbed himself against my opening until I tried to thrust my hips forward, begging him to fill me.
You deserve soft and slow, but I’m afraid this is going to be nothing like that.
My thoughts were not coherent enough to respond as he slipped the tip in and roared. He thrusted forward and I bucked, wracked with pleasure and pain as he buried himself to the hilt. I balked at his size, stretching to take all of him. My mate was a fevered animal as he leaned over and bit just above my collarbone, marking me. Claiming me. And then it was only passionate bliss.
I pulled at the ties, wanting to bury my hands in his hair, wanting to wrap my legs around his waist, but again, I was unable to get free. I was his in all ways as he used my body however he desired.
He slammed into me repeatedly, his eyes never leaving mine until his breathing was ragged, his body glistening and mine strained. He reached down to massage me, and my legs trembled. We climbed until, as one, we plummeted into oblivion, both throbbing and breathless.
He leaned his forehead down to mine and smiled. “I didn’t know you made such sweet sounds.”
“Neither did I.”
He carefully untied my hands and feet and then laid down beside me, pulling me into his arms. He kissed my neck and then my shoulders, and again, I felt him growing hard against me. I scooted back, pressing into him, and he growled possessively into my ear. We stayed up, lost in each other for hours and hours that night. Fervent kisses turned into tender moments as Fen and I discovered a whole new world together.
Chapter Eight
Temir
He wanted me to tell him where Nadra was. My body lurched to follow orders, but I bit back the words. I held them so tightly, I couldn’t breathe, but even as his magic fought me, I felt it weaken. I closed my eyes, clamped my lips as I pictured her wild red hair and the dusting of freckles across her perfect nose.
“Answer me, Temir.” Sweat built across his brow.
I tried to convince my mind that his consort was not my mate. That he had asked me where someone else was because she could never be his. He held up Oravan’s barrier ring he had pulled from my finger. “You can fight it, but I’ve taken your only weapon against me. Where is Nadra?”
I refused to open my mouth, accepting death over telling him that she hid within the room. I visibly shook as I locked the information so far down within me, he could never pry it out.I studied the pattern in the etched stone walls, the variations of gray so very drab. I ran my eyes over the grooves in the table that held a thousand secrets. I longed for the sun. For a bit of warmth within the coldest place in Alewyn.
“Answer!” he screamed, throwing the ring so hard I believed it might have embedded into the stone wall as spit flew from his mouth.
I flinched but did not answer.
