Chapter 13 Aniyah #2
“Are you ready?”
He gave a slow, uncertain nod, and my smile turned wicked.
I pressed the button, and the chains began to move.
The sound of the chains groaned through the space, loud, metallic, and relentless, as the slack tightened with each heavy crank.
My wolf's head turned slowly, no longer fixated on me, but on his hands.
He looked at the cuffs tightening around his wrists, then those striking blue eyes snapped back to mine, wide, unsure, but burning.
I pointed toward the small platform shelves beneath his feet and cooed, “I’d stand on those if I were you. It stings when the chains yank you up by force.”
He instantly obeyed, hopping up like a good boy. I crouched down to secure his ankles, the sound of the second set of cuffs clicking into place echoing like a promise.
“What are you doing?” he rasped, voice hoarse and frayed, like someone who'd never danced this close to the flame.
Smiling up at him, I locked the last cuff and purred, “I don’t want you falling off mid-play. That would make me very disappointed.”
Rising to my full height, I took a step back and admired the view. Strung up, wide-eyed, and bursting at the zipper, he looked exquisite. His chest rapidly rose and fell, each breath coming harder, quicker as his body betrayed his nerves.
Maybe my little wolf needed a push, just a touch of encouragement to keep him on edge.
I turned to the crowd, arms spread wide to display my prize. The noise swelled, voices tangling with hunger and envy. Some shouted their approval, others hissed jealous threats, and a few practically begged to be next.
The middle of my back heated, unnatural and jarring, causing me to pause and rub the spot that felt like it was kissing fire.
Before I could dissect what was going on, I felt a set of shadowed eyes on me, drinking me in like I was his salvation and destruction all in one, and the spot on my back cooled.
Scanning the crowd, I looked for the eyes that had an overpowering hunger, one that felt like years’ worth of yearning for me.
Stalker? My stalker? Are you in the crowd?
A blur at the edge of the crowd caught my eye, distracting me from my search, and I saw a familiar tall, white-masked male. Golden hair spilled around his shoulders, and silver eyes locked onto mine despite the distance between us. My breath caught.
Was that my British vampire watching me like a predator at midnight, his eyes devouring me from the middle of the room? I hadn't realized how much I missed that gaze until now. A week had passed since he registered, and every night he hadn't shown felt like a quiet rejection.
That ache? It twisted in my chest, but the storm inside me shoved the sentiment away. A savage voice inside demanded, Show him. Show him what you are.
I bit the inside of my cheek, hard, smirking as I took a measured step back. His arms, casually crossed, slowly dropped to his sides. A silent warning? A plea? I didn’t care. He didn’t own me.
I let my gaze drift, confident he couldn’t breach the barrier but less sure about my own restraint, especially when I caught sight of a pair of beckoning eyes.
Van.
Leaning against the right wall, arms folded, his emerald eyes sparkled with restrained heat, but beneath it, worry simmered. He understood exactly what I was doing, recognizing the pain behind it, but he knew he couldn’t stop me.
I looked away before that care could dig too deep, disrupting all my plans.
Then I saw them, those deep citrine eyes at the very back, covered in shadows. A towering, muscle-bound presence watched me, his eyes burning like twin suns. Daring him with a lifted chin, I met his stare.
You want to watch? Then watch.
I turned back to my wolf.
Storming toward him, I pressed into his body, letting my hands wander his taut form. He hissed under the contact, his jaw clenched.
“This is your final warning,” I said quietly, my voice laced with threat and promise. “Anything can happen up here, and it’s all for the crowd to see. You okay with that?”
My hands toyed with the bottom of his mask as I ran my teeth along his skin, using just enough pressure to convince him to stay. I wasn’t going to force anyone. That was never my game.
I tempted. I seduced. I made you beg for it and regret it later.
“Yes,” he murmured, firm, unwavering. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
The depth in those words made me pause, looking up at him in question, but he’d already closed his eyes and tipped his head back, surrendering to me completely. That was all I needed.
Running my nose along his skin, I breathed him in. Delicious and sweet with a hint of heat, he smelled like the beginnings of a rainstorm and forgotten memories. My restraint unraveled.
Shoving up his mask just enough to free his mouth, I devoured his lips like an animal. Tongues clashed, sharp and hungry. He fought me for control, but his restraints made the outcome inevitable.
I owned him.
Sucking his lower lip, I dragged my tongue across it, earning a tremble and a moan. The sound pushed me to the next level, and I bit down on his bottom lip, hard. That burst of metallic tang on my tongue made my body coil with excitement. I wanted to devour him. Tear him apart.
Not yet, Ni. Not yet.
I pulled back, clenching my jaw before I fixed his mask, and watched his pupils stretch wide, more wolf than man now.
His arms yanked at the chains as I climbed off him, a thick haze of desperation rising off him like steam from scorched skin.
His eyes locked onto my blood-slicked lips.
I licked them slowly, letting him see the crimson shine.
His growl vibrated the space between us, and it made my skin tingle and my pussy clench.
I liked him like this more than I thought I would.
Gripping his face between my hands, I kissed him again, rougher this time, lapping at the blood on his mouth. His body thrashed against the chains, desperate to get to me, so I slapped him. We’d just begun, and he needed to calm down.
His head snapped sideways but came back just as fast, a wicked smile curling on his lips.
“Who knew the soft kitten was secretly a cougar.”
Is he mocking me? I sucked in a breath, eyes narrowing.
Without breaking eye contact, I yanked open his jeans, the button popping off and onto the floor as I dragged the zipper down with agonizing slowness. My hand slid inside.
His eyes widened, panic slicing through the haze of lust, and I reveled in it.
Leaning in, voice guttural, I growled, “I’m going to break you. Turn you into a puddle of cum and sweat. You’ll be fiending for more as soon as I’m done, but you won’t get it. You’ll regret ever stepping onto my stage.”
His reply was immediate, final. “Never.”
“What?” I hissed, squeezing down.
His body jolted, but his stare didn’t falter. “I. Will. Never. Regret. Today.”
My heart skipped, my hand loosening slightly with the force of my surprise. Who the hell is this wolf, and where did he come from?
“Do your worst,” he growled, chin high. “Whether it’s torture or pleasure, I’ll take it all, gladly. If it’s from you, it’s worth it.”
Distrust reared its ugly head inside of me, sharp and raw, but it couldn’t stop the small, cruel chuckle that escaped as I peeled my hand away and yanked down his pants, fully exposing him to the audience’s hungry gaze.
My eyes dropped to that thick, throbbing cock, studying the pulse visibly pounding beneath his taut skin.
A soft moan slipped from his lips, and a single bead of precum dripped at the tip like liquid promise.
My stomach clenched with want, the primal urge to taste it, to lap up every drop and utterly claim him surging through me like wildfire.
My body leaned toward him, drawn as if by some magnetic pull, but I forced myself to resist the flash of heat on my back that tried to drive me even closer.
Drawing in a deep breath, I unfurled my wings in a sudden glorious flare, stepping to the side as I grasped the invisible posts that made this cross into a wheel.
I winked at him and playfully murmured, “My turn.” With a deft pull, the cross began to spin, round and round, like a wicked game wheel designed to disorient its passenger.
I’d calibrated it just right, forcing enough spins to blur his senses and heighten every feeling. As the cross slowed and halted, his head hung down, but his cock stood proudly, exposed and vulnerable.
Hovering above him, my wings beating softly, I felt the familiar surge of power and control. Backing myself up mid-air, I marveled at the strength I’d honed, holding myself steady without strain. Those wing strength-training sessions were worth it.
Sliding one hand between my legs, I brushed my fingers over my slick heat, stretching myself in slow, deliberate preparation.
Then, with a sharp backward thrust, I sheathed myself fully on his rock-hard cock, wings flexing to push me deeper. A scream ripped from my throat, raw, untamed, as my wolf’s voice erupted in a jumble of broken words—half-commands, half-pleas—that were lost in his upside-down world.
I rocked my hips against him, slow and seductive at first, then harder, faster, each movement drawing shivers and moans from the crowd below.
Their lustful gazes clung to me like a tangible force, every pair of eyes worshipping, trembling, craving.
Around me, bodies writhed in sync, some pleasuring themselves while others entwined with lovers, but all were captivated by me.
Their devotion only stoked the flames of my hunger.
“You’re all fucking mine. My puppets.” My voice was a low growl as I slammed down on my wolf’s cock, his muffled moans strangling his throat.
Voices rose in chorus, praising, begging, an intoxicating symphony of surrender.
“I’m yours, Miss Glovefox. All yours.”
“Please, let me come. Show me how you want me to come.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! You own me, body and soul.”
Their cries were dark prayers, igniting the monster inside me as the coil of my pleasure wound tighter, tighter. My voice roughened, becoming ragged, as I lost myself in the rapture of being adored.
One by one, the room erupted in the climax’s crescendo, a cascade of breathless moans and cries weaving into a primal hymn dedicated to me.
Beneath me, my wolf’s strangled words hit like a hammer. “Please… fuck… Give me what you promised. Ruin me. Break me.”
With my anger simmering down, a slip of consciousness seeped through. He has been such a good toy. I should reward him.
Gripping the invisible pegs for leverage, I pounded harder, faster, relentlessly driving him to the edge where breath came short and ragged, no space left to recover. A wild, savage roar burst free from my lips as my body tightened into the pinnacle of pleasure.
Fuck him. Break him. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Throwing my head back, bending so far it felt like I might snap, I clenched down on his cock as his cry shattered the air and his warmth spilled inside me.
My thoughts drifted, just for a second, to my bodyguard who still didn’t know his place. I slid my gaze to the left, expecting the usual—those pitiful, regret-filled eyes and that impassive, stone-cold mask. Unbothered. Unbroken.
That wasn’t what I saw.
His face, normally unreadable, was wild and unfiltered, twisted up with an ache he couldn't hide. His mouth hung open slightly, his eyes ablaze with a fire I’d never seen in him before.
A storm of want and fury warred across his features, barely contained.
Every muscle in his body was coiled tight, ready to spring.
He looked alive and broken all at once, his inner world bleeding out for everyone to see.
Like the final box was checked, my vision blurred, all my energy converging on that last savage thrust. My orgasm crashed over me like a wild rollercoaster, unceasing, overwhelming, and utterly consuming. I let out a silent scream of pure, unfiltered ecstasy that pulsed through my whole being.
* Song: Eat Spit! By Slush Puppy feat. Royal & the Serpent