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I shivered in Kane’s hold. This was much worse than I ever could have imagined. We had no way to get to talk to Osirus, let alone bring our forces together.

“Does Osirus know? Can we get a message to him?” I panicked. We would only win if we worked together; now, that plan has withered.

“It will take twice as long for the roots to reach around the canyon,” Folen mentioned, “but we can try.”

Chapter Forty-three

Under the Moon

“That’sit,darling,”holdstill. Osirus meticulously bound Melina. The slickness of the nylon-type binding and the tiny broken, scratchy fibers from the material scratched her skin delicately. She moaned out, feeling how tight the bindings were.

And yet so freeing at the same time.

Osirus had perfectly bound Melina’s wrists behind her back, tied at the wrist, and laid delicately on the curve of her back. Taking her legs, he had used the rope to gently tickle her skin, seductively bending her knees until they were fully bent. He bound them ankle to thigh and just behind the knee, making her spread her legs ideally. Her already played-with puffy pink lips dripped their essence, making it perfect for viewing as he pushed her thighs away to look at her with lusting eyes.

Melina looked powerless like this, tied up in his bed where she should always remain. Melina was too strong-headed for that, constantly pushing his buttons, but secretly he loved that about her. As much as he tried to keep her safe from harm, she was her own wild and crazy half-siren that would dare push the envelope for Osirus and dare to punish her further.

But this was far from punishment for the both of them.

Melina had enjoyed their rope play the past several days. The heat of the war was upon them. They had no control over anything, it seemed. Dragons, fae, pixies, shifters, and even the sirens had begun filling the palace. The grounds had their ward from a series of several witches, but only that would hold them for so long.

Apollo, the new alpha dragon to the Toboki tribe, had circled the mountains for signs of Virion while Creed watched the south intently. From dusk until dawn, everyone was to remain on the palace grounds for protection. The night was too dangerous for anyone to fight due to the darkness looming over the middle of the land.

When Apollo and Creed did their rounds, they noticed the foliage was being eaten by blackness. It crawled out of the soil, slowly reaching all things that streamed with life. Osirus’s nervousness was well hidden from the rest of the world besides his mate.

Osirus had never dealt with anything like this before, and with Vermillion coming down a fortnight ago, things were looking grim.

Right now, he wanted to forget. Get lost in the moment with his mate because he wasn’t sure how long it would be before he could touch her pale skin again, riddled with his red handprints on her body. When his deepest part was released, the dark fae hidden inside him surfaced. He wouldn’t touch her.

Melina deserved all the light in her life after dealing with the lonely childhood life of being alone. He wouldn’t show her the darkness inside him. Right now, it was about her and him, alone and lost in each other’s bodies.

Now his mate sat in her frog tie position, legs spread just as he commanded. He licked his lips, observing as she sat up straight, fluttering her eyes flirtatiously toward him. She was enjoying this too much, and he would slow down that over-enthusiastic pussy he saw gleaming in the candlelight.

“Daddy,” she cooed. His smirk grew wider until it reached his ears. She was so perfect like this, so innocent looking with those cute twin French braids he did on her head. Crawling up on the bed, his tight undergarment barely holding his raging erection rubbed against the fabric. Groaning, he palmed himself right in front of her.

Melina frowned, struggling with her wrists tied tight behind her in a reverse prayer position. “Can you untie me?” That was what she said she wanted, but Osirus knew better. She wanted to be taken care of, his little darling that wanted his cock in her mouth, her pussy, and maybe his seed spread out over her breasts.

Osirus tutted, his body inches from hers, but he dared not touch her. Melina wasn’t allowed to move, not one bit of her body was allowed to touch him, or she would be denied the ultimate pleasure to come.

His arm grazed hers, and he noticed the little moan that hummed in her throat. His balls tightened to his body, listening to each sound that escaped her. Being a siren, being bonded together, her powers grew each day. Melina didn’t fully realize what kind of effect she had on him.

Gentle humming could put hundreds of mateless men to their knees, commanding them all the same. Osirus was no different. In actuality, the power hit him more so. He loved to receive such a gentle vibration from her vocal cords.

The thought of gagging her crossed his mind, but she truly was his good girl. She would never dare use her powers on him unless he beckoned her to, which he decided to do tonight.

Pulling the leather crop from the nightstand table, he grazed her lower back with the leather. Her body tensed, and her skin tightened at the feel. Osirus took the time to appreciate her backside. Her knees on the bed, her ass pushed out behind her, giving him the perfect view of her plump peach. Melina’s breasts stuck out, and her mouth hung open in a way that made him want to fill it.

He bit his lip, his fangs lengthening as he traced the skin beside the rope connected to the ropes holding her legs in a spread wide frog position. He liked every bit of this newfound bondage, and it looked like his mate did too.

“Oh darling, what will I do with you?” His purr rattled Melina’s ear with want and need. She was ready to come at just a flick of her clit, but she knew better than that. Osirus would tease her, taunt her until she was begging. Melina knew Osirus’s obsession with her begging for his cock to enter her body, and she was all too happy to give it because she wanted to please.

The frayed leather from too many floggings danced across her collar bones, her breath clamped, waiting for a gentle slap on her skin, but it never came.

Osirus noticed the anticipation growing, her heart pounding in her chest. “Why, darling, do you want to be smacked?” Osirus knew she knew better than to answer that question. He didn’t want her to answer. Rhetorical questions would not be tolerated.

He trained her so well.

The crop slid down her luscious side, now running over the ropes that bound her. Pulling it back faster than his mate realized, he slapped her thigh. Her body bounced, and her naked breasts jiggled in the air. Pink, tight tits pebbling before him.

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