Chapter 37 Three Minutes #2
I withdrew my fingers from between her legs and held up my index and middle finger for her to see: wet, shining, coated in her arousal.
“I’ll never tease you for this, Osha. This is the hottest thing in the world to me.
It drives me to madness like nothing else.
And I want you just as badly as you want me.
Always. I walk around this hellhole with the head of my cock tucked into my waistband so that these leeches don’t get the wrong idea. ”
“Fisher—”
“I would bottle this if I could,” I said. “Now stop worrying and watch.”
“Saeris?” Taladaius was at the door. I had sensed him there some moments ago, but he’d had the decency to keep his mouth shut. It appeared that he couldn’t do that any longer.
I held Saeris’s chin in place, making sure she looked straight ahead. “Don’t answer.”
“But—”
“Your body is mine for the next three minutes. Surrender.” She didn’t want to. The command in my voice made her want to fight it, fight me, but she needed this. “Do you love me?”
“What! That . . . isn’t fair.”
“Do you?”
“Yes! Of course I love you.”
I grinned wolfishly at her reflection. “A part of loving me is yielding sometimes.”
“You want my obedience?”
I slipped my hand back between her thighs, my fingers teasing circles over the bud of sensitive nerve endings I found there. “No, Osha. I want your trust.”
“Ah! And do I have . . . yours?”
I kissed her neck, still maintaining eye contact with her in the mirror.
“Anything I ask of you, I give freely and willingly in return. Always. I promise.” Grazing my canines over the skin just below her earlobe rendered her immobile for a split second.
She sagged back against me, losing control of her muscles, her eyes rolling back into her head.
“Saeris! It’s time!”
Her eyes snapped open again. “I need three minutes, Tal!”
I chuckled darkly under my breath. “Good girl, Osha.”
Tal hissed on the other side of the door. “You know I can hear you in there. Sinners, I’ll be waiting at the end of the hall.”
Saeris whimpered, pushing back against me, rubbing her ass against my increasingly painful erection.
I let her do it, ignoring the way my own desire burned brighter, and the way my cock was begging for attention.
This was about her, not me. There would be plenty of other opportunities where the roles might be reversed, but for now . . .
Saeris was starting to shake.
I plunged my fingers up inside her, snarling with satisfaction at the low moan she let out. “I’m going to make you come now. And for the rest of the night, anyone who comes within five feet of you will scent the orgasm I’m about to give to you.”
Yes, it was primal.
Yes, it was petty.
No, it was not very progressive of me to want to mark her in this way.
I didn’t fucking care.
This female, who shone brighter than the suns of her home and mine combined, was my mate, and every single member of this court would be reminded of that fact.
“Oh my gods,” Saeris panted.
“Good?”
She nodded.
I turned into her, pressing my mouth right up against the shell of her ear. “Watch my hand,” I breathed. “Watch me fucking you with my fingers. See how pretty your pussy looks like this, cupped in my palm. Do you see?”
My hand shielded most of her, but there it was, every few seconds: a glimpse of delicate coral pink.
Saeris moaned, her fingers digging into the rustling fabric of her skirts. “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes!”
Trembling became shaking. Shaking became full-body convulsions.
She was close.
“Now look at me,” I demanded. “Don’t close your eyes. Listen. I want to feel you clenching around my fingers, Saeris Fane. I want to feel that burst of sweet, wet heat in my hand when you come apart. Do it for me. That’s it. Do it now.”
She clenched, her jaw locking, nostrils flaring . . . and she came.
As she did so, threads of black swirled down my arm and spread from my skin to hers.
Not magic, but ink. Another tattoo. Beautiful roses bloomed across the tops of her thighs as she moaned—an entire bouquet’s worth, shaded with delicate dot work yet still stark against the pale, creamy perfection of her thighs.
The untamed beast inside me roared as she released a wordless, desperate cry, clinging to my arm, grinding herself into my hand, and rolling her hips.
“That’s it. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.”
She let go of another cry. The sound was unrestrained and beautiful, fucking music to my ears, so guttural and free, and then she was done.
“Holy fucking hell . . . I . . . I . . .” She tried to support her own weight, leaning forward, but she tottered on her heels, nearly losing her balance.
“Steady, Osha.” I caged her loosely in my arms, supporting her as if she was drunk.
“Whoa.” She blinked quickly, as if she was having trouble seeing properly. “Those are . . . huge,” she gasped, eyeing the inkwork over the tops of her legs. “But . . . beautiful.”
Grinning wickedly over her shoulder, I slowly slid my fingers into my mouth. I sucked them clean, winking at her in the mirror. “Don’t say I never give you flowers, Osha.”
“Gods alive . . .” She shook her head, trembling a little. “How am I supposed to go out there now? I can’t even stand.”
So hyperbolic. “You’re fine,” I chided her playfully, laughing a little as I helped her find her feet.
Once it didn’t look like her legs were going to quit on her anymore, I dropped to my knees in front of her and carefully undid the magic I had used to keep her skirts lifted while I teased her.
Moving slowly, I fixed her underskirts layer by layer, making sure that none of the tulle was rucked up or sticking out anywhere.
Once that was done, I settled the heavier fabric of her skirt back down, smoothing it out until she looked just as put together as she had when the tailor had left.
Her eyes still looked a little unfocused when I looked up at her and winked. “Feeling less stressed?” I inquired.
My mate blew out her cheeks, shaking her head slowly from side to side. “My ears are ringing so hard, I’m not going to be able to hear any of these petitions, Fisher.”
I got to my feet and placed a quick, chaste kiss against her lips. “You’re welcome. Come on. If we keep Tal waiting another minute, his head might actually implode.”
“Okay. Yeah, let’s—oh, wait, no! I need to . . .” Saeris hurried across her chambers and picked up the book that was still sitting on his nightstand. “I nearly forgot. I need to read the next page in your mother’s journal.”
She flipped through the front half of the book and paused, her eyes sliding from one side of the page to the other, fast, like a metronome.
The post-orgasm haze left her face as she took in whatever secret lay before her and tried to wrap her head around it.
When she looked up from the page, she gave a small nod and set the book down on the end of the bed, a strange look of determination on her face.
“All right, then. Now I’m ready. Let’s go.”