Chapter 23
Chapter
Twenty-Three
SABLE
I tremble as Kael's intense gaze bores into me, demanding the truth about my encounters with his twisted brother. His hand grips my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. "Tell me everything," he growls, his voice low and menacing.
I swallow hard, trying to compose myself. "He...he used me as a plaything. Touched me everywhere..." My words trail off as I relive the pleasure just moments ago. Kael's fingers tighten on my jaw, urging me to continue.
"He fondled my breasts, tweaking my nipples until they ached." I close my eyes, reveling in the sensation. "And between my legs, he devoured me like a starving man. Licked and sucked until I was dripping wet."
Kael's breath hitches, but he doesn't release me. "Go on," he commands, his tone rough with barely contained desire.
I open my eyes, meeting Kael's burning stare. "Torin made me feel things I never knew were possible," I confess, my voice taking on a sultry edge. "His touch ignited a fire within me, and I craved more."
Kael's grip on my chin tightens, his knuckles turning white. "Did you enjoy it?" he asks through gritted teeth, his jealousy palpable.
I lean in closer, my lips brushing against his ear. "Oh, yes," I whisper, my breath hot against his skin. "Torin showed me pleasures beyond imagination, and I reveled in every moment of it."
Kael's control snaps. His body pins me down as he claims my mouth in a brutal kiss. His tongue invades, tangling with mine in a fierce battle for dominance.
I moan into the kiss, arching against Kael as his hardness presses insistently against me. His hands roam my body, gripping and kneading, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
Breaking away from the kiss, I gasp for air, my chest heaving. "You're so much worse than Torin," I pant, my voice laced with a taunting challenge. "At least he didn't suffocate me with his jealousy."
Kael's eyes flash with anger, but beneath the surface, I detect a flicker of something else – hunger, need, desperation. He leans in, his breath hot against my ear once more. "You think you can provoke me, tempt me into losing control? Well, you're right. I'm done playing nice."
A thrill runs through me at Kael's declaration, my core clenching with anticipation. I reach up, threading my fingers through his hair as I pull him closer. "Then show me what you're capable of," I dare him, my voice a husky purr. "Make me forget Torin ever existed."
With that, I capture Kael's lips in another searing kiss, my tongue dueling with his as our bodies press together in a frenzy of desire. His hands slide down to cup my ass, squeezing roughly as he grinds his erection against me .
I break the kiss, my chest heaving. "Fuck me, Kael," I demand, my eyes locked on his. "Use me however you want. Prove that you're better than your brother."
As I plead with Kael to take me, a fleeting doubt flashes through my mind - what am I doing, asking him to claim my virginity? But the heat in his eyes, the way his hands possessively grasp my curves, erases all hesitation. Yes, I want this. I crave the experience, the completion only he can provide.
My inner walls flutter in anticipation as Kael steps back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Not yet," he declares, his voice a dark promise. "You'll have to earn that privilege."
"You're kidding, right?" I say in disbelief.
He smirks down at me from where he's standing above me. "Not in the slightest, little huntress. I'm not like my brother. My cock is a privilege, and you'll have to work for it. I'll make you beg for days, weeks even. Make you pant after me like a horny little slut. The only relief you'll be able to get is the relief you give yourself, but each time you do," he holds up his wrist with a mocking smile, "I'll know. And it will only extend the time until I grant you the pleasure of my cock."
My face burns with humiliation and rage as Kael delivers his cruel ultimatum. The implication that he'll monitor my self-pleasure, using it as leverage to prolong my torment, fills me with a mix of disgust and perverse excitement.
"I won't be your plaything," I spit, though my body betrays me, pressing eagerly against his touch. "You can't break me."
But deep down, I know he already has. In his presence, I'm reduced to a desperate, aching mess, willing to debase myself for a taste of his power.
As if sensing my surrender, Kael moves back in, letting his fingers dance across my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through my veins. I gasp, my head falling back against the wall .
"Oh, little huntress, I think I already have," he says. "Now, let's begin, shall we?" He trails fingers down my body, tweaking my nipples harshly.
A strangled cry escapes me as Kael's rough handling sends jolts of pain and pleasure through my sensitive breasts. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break.
"No...stop..." I manage to choke out, even as my body writhes against the sheets, craving more of the maddening stimulation. "This isn't fair..."
But Kael merely chuckles, low and menacing, as he continues his assault on my senses. He moves his hands lower now, circling my clit with deliberate slowness.
"You want fairness, little huntress?" he taunts, his breath hot against my ear. "Then perhaps you should have thought of that before you decided to play with forces beyond your control."
He pinches my clit hard, and I scream.
My back arches off the bed, and my nails dig into the sheets.
"That's it, scream for me," he hisses in my ear. "Let me hear how much you hate it."
"Look at me," Kael hisses, his voice cold and demanding. Reluctantly, I open my eyes to meet his icy blue ones. "I control you now, Sable. Every moan, every shudder, every drop of your sweet nectar will be for me and only me."
His words send a shiver down my spine, but the heat in my core only intensifies. "N-No...I won't...give you...the satisfaction..." I pant out.
Kael smirks as if he expected as much. "We'll see about that." He removes his hand from between my legs and stands up. Panic surges through me, but it's short-lived as I feel the cool sensation of something hard and smooth against my entrance.
"What...what is this?" I ask, my voice trembling with trepidation.
"Something to help you along," he says cryptically. In one swift movement, he pushes the object inside me, stretching me beyond what I thought possible. The burning sensation is excruciatingly delicious, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan.
"Yesss...feels so good, doesn't it?" Kael purred in my ear as he moved the device within me, sending wave after wave of pleasure-pain coursing through my body. "Now, scream for me, little huntress," he growled, punctuating each word with a deep thrust of the device. "Scream for your life."
I grit my teeth, determined not to give him the satisfaction. But with each relentless thrust, my resolve crumbles like sand. The pressure inside me builds, becoming unbearable. I arch my back, ready to succumb to the darkness of ecstasy, when Kael pulls the device away.
"Stop...I...I..." before I can finish my sentence, Kael withdraws the device and my world collapses around me. The loss of contact is almost unbearable, and I whimper, desperate for more.
"Look at you," Kael says with a sneer, "begging for more."
I try to sit up, catching my breath, but Kael's strong hand presses me firmly back onto the cold stone. "Stay put, pet," he commands, his voice low and authoritative.
A thrill of fear and arousal shoots through me at the possessive tone. Before I can respond, his mouth descends upon me again, his tongue probing deeply into my slick folds. I arch off the bed, hands scrabbling for purchase as he laps at my essence with unrestrained hunger.
Kael continues to ravish me with his tongue, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. My mind is a jumbled mess, trying to process the conflicting emotions of fear and desire.
Just when I think I can't take it anymore, Kael stops abruptly and sits up, a smug look on his face. "You taste delicious," he says, licking his lips.
I bite back a moan as I watch him, feeling both aroused and violated at the same time. "What do you want from me?" I ask, my voice shaking.
Kael's smirk widens. "Everything," he says simply.
I shiver at the intensity in his eyes and realize that he means it. He wants to control every aspect of my being - physical, emotional, even magical. And with the binding between us, he has the power to do just that.
"I won't let you," I say defiantly.
Kael chuckles darkly. "Oh pet, you have no idea what you're up against."
He leans down again and this time uses his fingers to spread my folds apart. I gasp as cool air hits my sensitive skin, but before I can react further, he dives back in with his mouth.
The pleasure is overwhelming and all-consuming as Kael expertly works his way around my core. My nails dig into the sheets once again as I try to hold back my moans, but it's useless against Kael's skilled touch.
"Let go," he whispers against me before plunging two fingers inside me.
My body responds immediately and I scream out in ecstasy as waves after waves of pleasure crash over me. The intensity is almost too much to bear, but Kael keeps going until I'm left panting and trembling on the bed.
"That's what happens when you resist," Kael says smugly as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
I glare at him, my body still humming with pleasure.
Kael smirks down at me, his composure annoyingly intact while I’m left trembling and weak, sprawled across the bed like I’ve just survived a battle. The smug satisfaction in his eyes is infuriating, and I clench my fists, forcing my breath to steady.
“So,” I snap, my voice hoarse. “What now?”
He leans closer, his lips brushing my ear as he speaks, his tone low and commanding. “Now, you sleep. Tomorrow, you train. The Trials will be here sooner than you think, pet.”
His words send a shiver down my spine—not entirely from fear. There’s a promise laced in his voice, one I’m not sure I’m ready to face. Without another word, he straightens and adjusts his shirt as though nothing happened, his gaze locking with mine for a brief, loaded moment.
And then, he turns and strides toward the door.
I watch him leave, biting my lip to keep from saying something that will only make things worse. The door clicks shut behind him, and I exhale sharply, the sound almost a growl of frustration.
I drag myself up from the bed, every muscle in my body aching, and cross the room to test the door anyway. Locked. As expected. I huff, muttering curses under my breath, and make my way to the bathroom.
The sleek, luxurious space still feels out of place to me, like it doesn’t belong in this cold, brutal world. The tiles are cool underfoot, the shower invitingly modern. I step under the hot spray.
The water cascades over me, washing away the sweat and tension, but it does little to drown out the lingering memory of Kael’s touch—or the way my body betrayed me. I hate them. I hate how they’ve invaded every corner of my life.
And yet, as I climb into bed afterward, the memory of both brothers, their hands, their mouths, their control, lingers in my mind. I bury my face in the pillow, trying to block it out, but it’s no use. My body still hums with an energy I can’t shake, and the soft silk sheets feel like a taunt against my skin.
Tomorrow, I remind myself. Tomorrow, I’ll figure this out. I’ll find a way to win, to survive, to escape—no matter what it takes.
For now, I close my eyes and try not to think about just how good they made me feel.