Page 73 of A War of Embers

My body heats, trembling in his grasp as logic tries to fight through the lust clouding my judgment. Do I want to have sex with Rowan again? Desperately. A wise choice? Absolutely not. It will only lead to our destruction. Still, I find myself gasping, “Yes.”

Rowan jerks his head back, his eyes flickering from black to green and back again. A smile curls his lips. “Tell me you belong to me.”

Jerking my head to the side, I shake my head. “Just fuck me already, Rowan.” Giving in to his delusions isn’t on my list of things to do.

Reaching out, he grips my chin tight and forces my gaze back to him. “Tell me,” he demands.

“Rowan–”

His hand suddenly fists my hair, pulling my head back until he’s towering over me. I’m not scared of him. Even in this vulnerable position I know he’d never hurt me. Which terrifies the living shit out of me. I don’t want to care about him. I don’t want him to care about me. Why couldn’t he just ignore the fire electrifying the air between us like I had been doing until we were in the Wraithlands? “Give in to me, little monster.”

“You know why I can’t.” He’s being an asshole and he knows it. I’d glare, but the slight sting of my scalp as he tugs on my hair sends pleasure cascading through my body.

Something dark twists his face at my whimper, but his smile remains, though it’s gained a vicious curl. “How about you get on your knees while I fuck your face? Until you choke on my cock and I’ll fuck you when you can agree who you belong to.”

Instead of responding, I bare my teeth at him.

Rowan ducks his head, claiming my mouth in another bruising kiss. I have no doubt by the time I leave here I’ll be covered in marks and bruises from his hands. After a few seconds, he pulls away. “You are the most frustrating woman I have ever met.” He bends down, ripping the linen clothes down my hips until they pool at my feet. Before I can utter a sound, he lifts me by my knees like I weigh nothing, setting me on one of the tables full of documents.

Forcibly he spreads my legs apart, his eyes staring down at the underwear I have on. He grips the fabric in one hand, using the other to hold me down by the center of my chest. The fabric stings as it’s pulled taut before it tears from my body, leaving red welts behind. One of his large, tan hands lifts my left knee up, curling my leg around his shoulder and opening me up to him.

“Maybe you’ll behave when I don’t let you come,” he taunts.

“Wait a minute–”

He swipes his tongue through my slit, stopping my words as a moan rips out of my throat. The feel of his tongue sliding through me sends sparks flying throughout my body. My nipples tighten beneath my shirt, my skin buzzing, and my brain fogging over until there’s nothing but Rowan, this table, and my body underneath him.

Stabbing his tongue suddenly into me, I lift my hips, trying to chase the ecstasy coming from his mouth. He spans a hand over my hip, holding me down onto the table so he can do as he pleases. His other hand snakes up my shirt, shoving the clothes away until he’s clutching my breast. My nipple catches between two of his thick fingers as he pinches tightly and twists, making my back arch as I cry out in pleasure. Fuck, I’m really at his mercy here. He alternates licking tantalizing circles around my clit before diving his tongue deep into my core. Sparks begin to set off as an orgasm crests. My legs begin to shake, toes curling, as it gets closer and closer.

Abruptly a knock happens on the wall where the door usually is. “Fuck off,” Rowan growls, his voice vibrating against my clit in a delicious manner.

“Are you busy?” Zeke’s voice comes through. “The door isn’t budging.”

Probably because the door doesn’t exist in this room at the moment.

“I said to fuck off,” Rowan snaps before he licks up my slit again, his eyes on me the entire time.

“Keres is missing,” Zeke informs him.

A wicked smile crosses Rowan’s face. He suddenly ducks down, plunging his tongue inside of me as I gasp. The orgasm roaring back to life as he continues to touch me. Slowly he looks up at me, my wetness glistening on his lips. “Who do you belong to?” he murmurs.

Scowling at him, I try to kick him with my leg but he catches it easily, my movements sluggish.

“Who do you belong to?” He circles my clit again. “If you want to come, fucking tell me.”

Anger and arousal battle for a moment before the desire to come for him wins out. He must see the moment I choose to concede because he suddenly strikes, nipping at my clit and then sucking harshly. I scream his name as the orgasm washes over me.

Zeke’s chuckle echoes around the room as he disappears away from the wall.

“You’re such a bastard,” I gasp as I try to regain control of my body.

Rowan releases me slowly, still blocking my path from sliding off the table to escape him. My leg slips from his shoulder to the table. He unlaces his pants, shoving them down far enough for his cock to free itself. The head is thick, wet, and leaning towards me as if it knows what’s coming. “Tell me something I don’t know,” he smirks.

Narrowing my eyes, I open my mouth to say something smart, but end up screaming again as he suddenly thrusts forward with no preamble. His cock slides deep as he buries himself to the hilt. Coming down over me, he rests his hands on either side of my shoulders as he grins at me.

“You were saying?” he taunts.

“Shut up and fuck me, Rowan,” I growl, gripping his shoulders to pull him closer to me so I can kiss him. He opens easily, dancing his tongue teasingly against mine. At least he’s not fucking talking.

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