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“Osirus, please,” I begged, but was met with another slap under the leg he was holding. My other leg was becoming weak, trying to hold myself up.

“What do you call me?” He fucked me harder. In and out and pushed until another slap, more brutal than the others, came down on me.

A moan left my lips. “Sir, please,” I begged quietly, and that devilish fae smirk fell on his lips.

“Not yet.” He fucked me three more times until he pulled out. His cock was glistening with juices. It bobbed as he turned me around. The bench in the large shower was to our left as he forced me over. “Hands on the bench and bend over.” Before I could spread my legs, he was already inside me.

His claws lengthened as I felt them scratch my skin. “Holy shit, baby.” His legs started shaking. His resolve was wavering. He was going to come, and my body was begging, no pleading with me to let it go. Holding it on, I let out a frustrated scream. My clit was pounding. I was surprised he couldn’t feel it on his own cock as he slipped in and out of me.

“Please!” I cried again as I held onto the bench. He was just too damn good. Osirus yelled out my name over and over as I felt him rip ropes of his cum inside me. He came so hard.

I swore I could feel it in my throat. Osirus’s thrust became longer and slower. My pussy was frustrated as it tingled for a release. He came before I could, and I wanted to hit him for it. He left me high and dry!

But I disobeyed him. I gritted my teeth. I kept quiet. My body demanded it as his flaccid cock fell out of me. I kept my hands on the bench, waiting for his following command. My ass was sore from the hefty slaps on my skin. Osirus’s chest leaned on my back while I kept my body hunched over.

“Such a great job you did,” he cooed, “taking your punishment like the Queen you are.” He kissed my shoulder, and my knees buckled, getting ready to land on the hard floor. Once my knees hit, I fell into something soft. Osirus had placed a towel so my knees wouldn’t get bruised. If I wasn’t so angry, I would have thought it was the sweetest thing.

“Since you did so well, I think I’ll reward you.” Feeling the tip of something vibrating made me straighten my back. Osirus pushed the foreign object into my body. It felt like an average penis but not the warm cock I usually felt. Between being on the edge of an orgasm and the vibrations of this object moving in and out of my body, I crashed. I crashed and burned like the witches from the Blood Coven. I let out a battle cry as Osirus’s grip held onto me as he continued to pump it in and out of my pussy.

I felt another wave crash down on me while he held me up. Once it passed, he pulled it from me. From a glimpse, I saw nothing but a blue vibrating fake cock. As much as I enjoyed my release, I wanted Osirus, not a damn substitute. Plus, it wasn’t as big as my mate.

“Behave, and you can cum on the real thing, my darling.” I sighed, defeated, as he pulled me to sit on the bench.

Osirus washed my hair as I worked on regaining my strength from the strenuous activity. Who knew standing there getting fucked could wear you out so much?

He combed my hair and dried it all while drying both of our bodies. He carried me with one arm around my back and one under my legs and led me to the bed. One of his freshly cleaned tunics was laid out, and he put it over my head so he could tuck me in. Osirus didn’t put on anything and scooted behind me, holding our exhausted bodies.

Trails of his kisses on my shoulder made me hum in contentment. “Tomorrow will be a busy day, darling. I need you to get plenty of rest and enjoy yourself tomorrow.” I hummed, half listening. I was halfway to dreamland before I felt his cock rub up against my ass while the other hand grabbed my breast as we both fell asleep.

Chapter Seventy-One

Osirus

WhathaveIdone?

I growled as soon as I felt Melina’s body slumped in my arms. Her breathing was steady as I felt the tiny breaths on my arm. She was sleeping peacefully while I had too many thoughts running through my mind.

I lost control today. I didn’t lose control when it came to my love, and here I was, only a month into our relationship, and I fucking lost it. I grew up learning to control my emotions. Entrap them in the corner of my mind and never let it out. I was the next in line to be king. It was required of me to be the stoic, fearless leader. Everyone feared me, respected, and listened and obeyed.

Not my Melina. My mate.

When Melina rode in on Horus, I knew the majestic beast would keep her safe, and he would not have brought her if he had thought otherwise. Still, Melina disobeyed a direct order from me. I told her to behave, sit tight, and wait for my return, yet she still came for me. She didn’t understand the mate bond very well. Her education was limited. The striking pain she felt in her body when I was hit made her jump into action.

My actual anger should be directed toward whoever told her I was in danger. They made her worry and jump to a ridiculous plan. I gripped her a little tighter, causing her to fall back into my chest.

Melina was in real danger today, and there would have been nothing for me to do to stop it if she were in trouble. She came in triumphant, thankfully, on a beast she had ridden only a handful of times. The battle cry she yelled for me and the worry and want made me swell with pride that she would risk her life for me. Melina wanted the sorceress or Daphne as dead as the rest of us.

There she was, trying to come to save me. She would have nothing to fear, because I told her I would protect her from the beginning. I would battle the Demon King himself and any other creature that stood in our way of being together. I should have been flattered, honored even, that my mate, who had no fighting experience, no muscles to compete in physical sparring, would come for me.

Melina showed how much she cared for and how much she loved me, and I spat it back in her face because of my pride and my terrible need for complete control. Melina liked control, from how I picked out her clothes and babied her each morning. She wanted to be taken care of, especially in the bedroom. But she disobeyed me purposefully and came into harm’s way.

I didn’t like it. She didn’t listen, but Melina was her own person. She lets me do things to her I never thought possible. The once closed off, stubborn, and independent woman broke down her walls for me and let me care for her, love her, and protect her, all while not understanding anything in this world. Melina surrendered herself, and I had not yet submitted myself to her.

My chest tightened at the thought of me being too rough with her this evening. I wanted to put her in her place, let her know I was in control, and I feared it was too much.

The hours had slipped by, and I still couldn’t sleep. My thoughts wondered what my darling was dreaming and thinking. I swore I wouldn’t invade her dreams after being apart from her. I couldn’t invade her privacy now. There was no distress in her sleep as she nuzzled closer into my neck. But why did I feel the heaviness in my heart?

Guilt.

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