Chapter 28 To Ruin Gently #3
"A little." She bit her lip, trying and failing to look innocent. "What are you going to do about it, my lord?"
The mockery in her tone when she said my title sent heat straight to my cock. She knew exactly what she was doing. Knew exactly how to get under my skin.
Two could play at that game.
I reached up and untied her wrists, bringing her arms down slowly. She flexed her fingers, relief crossing her features. Before she could get comfortable, I flipped her onto her stomach.
"Hands behind your back."
"Why?"
I landed a sharp smack on her ass. She yelped, more from surprise than pain. "Because I told you to."
"That's not a very good reason." She moved her hands behind her back anyway, wrists crossed.
I bound them again with the silk, tighter this time. "Is that better?"
"Not really."
Another smack, harder this time. "Keep talking and see what happens."
"What, you'll spank me?" She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh no, how terrible."
This woman was going to be the death of me.
I grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her hips, lifting her ass higher into the air. Then I delivered three sharp strikes in quick succession, hard enough to make her gasp.
"Still think it's funny?"
"Yes." But her voice had gone breathless.
I ran my hand over the reddened skin, feeling the heat radiating from it. "You're dripping, little dove. Your body tells a different story than that smart mouth of yours."
"So what? Maybe I like being difficult."
"I know you do." I slid two fingers inside her without warning, making her cry out. "That's why this is going to be so much fun."
I pumped my fingers in and out, setting a brutal pace. Her hips bucked against the pillow, seeking more friction, but I held her down with my other hand pressed firmly against her lower back.
"Here's how this is going to work," I told her, my voice dark. "I'm going to fuck you until you forget every bratty word you've ever said to me. Until the only thing that smart mouth can do is beg."
"Big talk," she managed, though her voice shook. "Let's see if you can back it up."
"You want to see what a fae can do, little dove?" I bit down on her shoulder, hard enough to leave marks. "I'll show you exactly what it means to belong to me."
I positioned myself behind her, running my hands over the curve of her ass, down her thighs, feeling the way she trembled.
"Last chance to be good," I murmured. "Apologize for your disobedience, and maybe I'll go easy on you."
She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder, that defiant glint still in her eyes. "Make me."
Perfect.
I entered her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. The sound she made went straight to my cock, sending pleasure shuddering through me.
She was tight around me, hot and wet and fluttering as her body adjusted to the sudden sensation. I fought the urge to drive into her again, to claim her completely. Instead, I gave her a moment to adjust, bracing my hands on either side of her body.
Miralyte gasped, pressing her face into the mattress, her hands fisting in the sheets. "Is this what you wanted?" I growled, my fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. "To push me until I lose control?"
"Yes," she gasped. "Gods, yes."
I leaned over her, pressing my chest against her back, my mouth at her ear. "Then take it like the good girl I know you can be."
I bit down on the base of her neck, hard, and she cried out, bucking under me. I pounded into her relentlessly, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. She pushed back against me, meeting each thrust, her moans growing louder with each stroke.
"Mine," I growled against her ear. "Every inch of you belongs to me. Say it."
"Yours, my Lord!" she gasped.
I released her wrists only to grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back. "Louder."
"Yours!" she cried out. "I'm yours!"
I let my power slip, just enough that electricity crackled across my skin where we touched. She jerked, a strangled moan tearing from her throat as the current sparked through her.
The magic intensified every sensation, made every nerve ending sing. Her whole body was trembling, caught between my cock pounding into her and the electricity dancing across her skin.
I released her hair and gripped both her hips, lifting them higher, changing the angle so I could sink impossibly deeper. She was making sounds I'd never heard before, desperate and broken and perfect.
"You were made for this," I told her, my voice rough with strain. "Made to take me. Made to be bred by me."
The words were primal, possessive, the kind of claim that went beyond mere physical pleasure. I wanted to mark her so thoroughly that no one would ever question who she belonged to.
I pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto her back. I wanted to see her face when I wrecked her completely. Her eyes were glazed, her lips parted, her chest heaving.
I hooked my arms under her knees and pressed them back toward her chest, folding her nearly in half. The position left her completely exposed, completely vulnerable.
"Watch," I commanded, driving back into her. "Watch me claim what's mine."
She looked down to where we were joined, watching as I disappeared inside her over and over. The sight of it made her clench around me, her walls fluttering.
I increased the flow of magic, letting it pool between us where her clit rubbed against my pelvis with each thrust. The electricity made her back arch violently off the bed.
"You're going to come for me," I growled. "You're going to come so hard you forget your own name. And then I'm going to fill you so full of my seed that it drips out of you for days. Everyone will know. Everyone will smell me on you and know exactly who you belong to."
"Yes," she sobbed. "Please, yes, my lord—"
I slammed into her harder, chasing that peak. My wings burst free without conscious thought, spreading wide before curling around us, creating a cocoon that shut out the rest of the world. Just her and me and this primal claiming.
"Come. Now."
Her orgasm tore through her with devastating force. She screamed, her nails raking down my back hard enough to draw blood. The pain mixed with pleasure, driving me wild.
I followed her over the edge, my release flooding her in hot pulses. But I didn't stop moving. I fucked her through it, prolonging both our pleasure until she was crying, until I'd given her every last drop.
When I finally stilled, we were both shaking, both covered in sweat and marked with evidence of our claiming. I stayed inside her, not ready to lose that connection. I was still achingly hard, and the urge to breed her was almost unbearable.
Miralyte's eyes were closed, her breathing ragged. I ran my hand through her hair, soothing the damp strands away from her face.
"Sweetling," I murmured. "Are you all right?"
She nodded, the motion jerky and stiff.
"Can you open your eyes for me?"
She did, blinking up at me through the shadows. "Hi," she said softly.
I smiled, brushing the hair away from her face. "Hi."
She tried to lift her hand to touch my cheek, but her arm shook. I grabbed her wrist before it could fall and pressed a kiss to her palm. "You did so well. So good for me."
She let out a breath, smiling. "That was intense."
"Too much?"
She shook her head, licking her lips. "No. Just right."
But something felt wrong. Not in the obvious way, not in the way that would have me reaching for water or loosening bindings. Something subtler. Something in the way her eyes didn't quite focus on mine, or the way her smile seemed to take a fraction too long to reach her face.
I cupped her cheek, studying her features more carefully. Her pupils were dilated, which was normal enough after what we'd just done. Her breathing was evening out. Her skin was warm, flushed in all the right places.
Yet.
There was something beneath the surface. A wrongness I couldn't name.