Chapter 14 #4
I could feel the heat rising to my face as I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “I think it’s time for us to go,” I said, my voice tight as I bit back the words I wanted to say.
“That would be smart.” He reached forward and ran his fingers over the edge of my shirt. He played with the material mindlessly, but it was a stark contrast to the fire he was stoking inside me with each assured touch. “Did you wear this tonight to punish me?”
“How in the world would this be punishing you?”
“Because you’re not mine.”
His words intoxicated me far more than any wine ever could. “I’m not anyone’s.”
His gaze darkened as it followed the trail of his hands, his touch becoming firmer. “Has Eiran touched you?”
I stumbled over my words, barely managing to squeeze out a “What?” before an incredulous scoff escaped my lips. I shook my head in disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m completely serious.” He lifted his gaze from my abdomen to my face, and I felt a wave of rage surge through me. His eyes were taunting me with the same disdain that had been laced through every training session he’d put me through.
I quickly stood and moved away from him before I did something I would regret.
He called out my name, but I didn’t stop as I moved back toward the entrance of the small cave. Dacre was drunk, and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with him tonight. Not when he was touching me like that.
Not when I would beg him even when he was cruel.
I squatted carefully, craning my neck downward, and felt the cold, jagged edge of rock scrape against my back.
I exhaled with relief when I finally emerged on the other side of the narrow passageway, only to be met by a terrifying darkness.
The faint glimmer of light, which had guided me through the tight tunnel, was now completely obscured, and I fought back my rising panic as I contemplated returning to it.
“Nyra, wait.”
I was about to walk away when Dacre stumbled out of the shadowy opening, slamming into my back. His hands shot out and caught my arms before I could fall.
“What are you doing?”
“I can’t fucking see!” I said a bit hysterically.
“If you used your magic, you could produce light.”
“Oh, thank the gods. You didn’t lose your ability to be an ass in there.” I should have moved away from him.
“We wouldn’t be able to go on without that.” He chuckled behind me, and I could feel the warmth of his breath against the back of my neck.
I shivered, and I knew that he could feel it.
“ You wouldn’t be able to go on without that because it’s your entire personality. I would be just fine.”
I jumped as Dacre touched the nape of my neck, and I could practically feel him smiling as he ran his nose along my skin.
“What are you doing?”
“Enjoying you for a moment.” He breathed me in, and I pressed my thighs together as the deep rumble of his voice washed over me. “There’s nowhere for you to run away to now.”
“I could yell for Eiran.” I didn’t mean it, but I knew the words would piss him off. And I wanted to be able to get under his skin as easily as he was getting under mine.
“Do it.” He pulled me closer, his muscled arm wrapping around my waist. His fingertips grazed my bare stomach as he murmured in my ear, “I would love for Eiran to come back here and see us exactly like this.”
“It wouldn’t matter.” My body trembled beneath his strong grip as he stepped closer, pressing himself against my back. His warm breath hitched in my ear as I said, “We’re not doing anything.”
“Aren’t we, though?” He pushed in closer to me, pressing his hips against mine, and I could feel the hard bulge of his arousal pressing against my ass, sending a thrill through me at the realization of my power over him.
I closed my eyes and felt his warmth through my clothes as strong arms wrapped around me. I wanted to stay in this moment, but we shouldn’t. “We should go back,” I said quietly.
“We shouldn’t,” Dacre groaned against my neck, and the sound made my stomach ache as it tightened. “I’m not ready to go back yet.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to beg him to touch me, but I didn’t want to give him anything to use against me later.
“You’re drunk, Dacre.” My words were low as if I didn’t want them to be true.
“I’m thinking more clearly than I have in a very long time.”
The words washed over me like a wave of warmth as his lips ran over the edge of my earlobe.
“I swear they went this way.” Eiran’s voice carried to the back of the cave where we stood, even though we couldn’t see him, and Dacre stiffened behind me. “Do you see them?”
“No. Come on, Eiran.” That was Wren. “Dacre is more than capable of taking care of Nyra.”
Dacre’s hand traveled slowly across my body, sending a shiver through me as his fingers lingered along the soft skin of my neck. He moved upward and cupped my mouth with long, gentle fingers, pressing just hard enough to keep me quiet.
His hot breath breezed over my ear as he uttered an emphatic “Shhh,” and his other hand slid under the hem of my shirt, pressing lightly against my belly.
“Dacre.” The sound of his name was muffled against his palm, and he groaned against the back of my neck.
“Gods, I love when you say my name.” His hand flattened on my stomach and tugged me harder against him, harder against the evidence of how badly he wanted me. “I love it even more knowing that Eiran is looking for you.”
My mouth opened, poised to return a witty retort, but before I could utter a word, his finger grazed just between my lips until he ran it along the tip of my tongue.
“Nyra!” Eiran called out, and Dacre chuckled softly.
“I’ll let you go back to him on one condition,” Dacre breathed against my ear. “Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll let you run off with him.”
I opened my mouth, ready to do exactly as he instructed. But before I could speak, one of his hands slipped from my mouth, trailing down my neck, and the other moved slowly against the edge of my trousers, his fingers tracing gentle circles that left me breathless.
All I could think about was that damned hand of his and how the tip of one of his fingers slipped just below the edge of my pants.
“Are you wet, little traitor?” he whispered in my ear, and a moan passed through my lips that I couldn’t stop.
I wished I could stop my reaction to him, but I had told so many lies that I couldn’t resist telling him the truth.
I nodded my head, but that wasn’t enough for him.
“Use your words, Nyra. I need to hear you say how badly you want me.”
Embarrassment flooded me, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not in the dark where no one else could see me or hear me. “I am.”
“You are what?” His words were a growl.
“I’m wet for you.” I could feel the moisture pooling between my thighs, and I felt like I was going to die if he didn’t touch me.
A low, guttural moan left my throat as his hands explored my body.
His fingers were sure against my skin, and I felt a warmth radiating from him as he slowly slipped them beneath my clothes.
My breath quivered as his fingers curved around my flesh, drawing circles that made my legs tremble with anticipation.
He took my chin in his hand, his calloused thumb gentle against my skin until my lips collided with his.
The kiss wasn’t gentle or teasing, it was punishing and brutal, and he grazed his teeth over my lips before he forced himself inside and tasted my tongue with his. His fingers explored and pushed more firmly against me, and I jerked forward in his arms.
It was the first time I had been kissed, and it was nothing like I expected. I had dreamed of this moment for years, but somehow, this was more.
His fingers slipped lower, toying with me as he traced over every part of me, and he groaned when he was met with the moisture that waited there for him. “Gods, you are so wet for me.”
I kissed him hard, trying to keep my whimpers of pleasure contained, but he lifted his thumb and pulled my lip from my teeth.
He rubbed the tip of his thumb roughly over my lip before he moved his mouth back to mine and teased it open with his tongue just as a finger slid inside me.
I froze for a second before his palm began to rub soft circles on my sensitive clit.
I had never been touched like this before, never felt so utterly out of control.
I leaned back into him, feeling his muscles flex under my touch. His breath hitched against my mouth as I ran my hand up his thigh and dug my fingernails into his leathers.
“Nyra!” Eiran called again, and I quickly turned my head in the direction of his voice. I still couldn’t see him, but I could see the edge of a light coming our way.
“Dacre.”
“Don’t you dare.” His fingers started pumping in and out of me gently, and my thighs tightened around his hand. “I’m not letting you go anywhere until I can taste your cum on my fingers.”
I sucked in a sharp breath because I had never been spoken to like this before. I was the princess, and everyone treated me as if I were going to break at any moment.
But Dacre didn’t.
And his words did nothing but make more wetness coat his fingers as he continued to work me.
“Do you want to come?” he asked so quietly I thought I imagined it.
“Yes,” I breathed, and he entered a second finger inside me.
I felt so full. Too full, and I whimpered as he moved his hand harder and faster.
“You’re taking me so good, little traitor.” He nipped at my ear, and I felt the move all the way to my core. “Gods, I can imagine how well you’ll take my cock. I could die thinking about this tight little pussy wrapped around me like it was made for me.”
My stomach tightened to the point of pain, and I pressed back against Dacre, letting him support my weight as I focused on nothing but chasing the high he was giving me.
“You like that idea, don’t you? Me buried inside you while you cry out my name.”
I nodded, but his command was immediate. “Words.”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” He pressed his length against my ass, and I whimpered. “I would reward you so well.” His palm pressed harder against my clit, and I didn’t think I could handle another second of it. “I would feast upon this pussy like I had been starved for years.”
I cried out, but he wasn’t done.
“I have been starved, Nyra. Until you.”
The dam broke inside me, and I cried out his name as pleasure coursed through every inch of me.
His hand didn’t stop its assault on me, and the high I was feeling was enough to make me want to cry.
It was too much, the pleasure too extreme, and I pressed my lips together so everyone in this entire damn city wouldn’t hear me screaming his name.
“Nyra.” It was Eiran’s voice again, this time closer, and Dacre slipped his hand out of my trousers easily.
I whimpered at the loss of him, and he chuckled softly behind me.
“Clean them.” He brought his fingers to my lips. “Unless you want Eiran to see you still dripping off my fingers when he gets over here.”
I opened my mouth immediately, greedily, and I didn’t want to admit to myself that it had absolutely nothing to do with Eiran or what he would see.
I tasted myself on Dacre’s fingers, and he pressed them into my mouth until they hit the back of my throat. Right before I thought I would gag, he stopped.
“Suck,” he demanded softly, and I obeyed.
I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked his fingers farther into my mouth. I ran my tongue over his fingers, tasting every inch of him that he gave me, until he finally pulled out of my mouth. He kissed me then, tasting me off my lips, and he groaned into my mouth just as light flooded my vision.
“Nyra, are you okay?”
Dacre let me go, and I blinked up at him before I glanced over at Eiran. He was standing about fifteen feet away from us, and he truly looked concerned. I couldn’t possibly imagine what I looked like right now to him, but shame flooded me as the shocks of pleasure still clung to every part of me.
“Yes. I’m fine.” My voice trembled, and I hoped that Eiran couldn’t hear it. “We were just heading back.”
His gaze jumped from me to Dacre before coming back to me again. “We were getting worried about you. We know how much Dacre has had to drink tonight.”
His words slammed into me, and the shame I felt a second ago didn’t hold a candle to what I felt now. It was as if Eiran was reminding me that whatever happened between Dacre and me tonight was a result of the wine and nothing else, and maybe he was right.
Dacre hated me, but tonight, he was…well, I did’t know what he was, but I could still feel his touch between my thighs.
I could feel his touch everywhere.
“I’m perfectly fine, Eiran,” Dacre said from behind me, and I startled at the sound of his voice. “Thank you for your concern though.”
“I wasn’t concerned about you. Only her.”
“I’d say she’s more than alright. Aren’t you, little traitor?
” Dacre moved around the front of me, and my mouth gaped open as I watched him slip two of his fingers between his lips.
He winked at me as he slipped his tongue between them.
He didn’t shield what he was doing in front of Eiran, and I wanted to kill him when he finally pulled those fingers from his mouth. “Perfect even.”
“Okay.” Eiran’s narrowed gaze looked back to me, and I hated how cautious it was. Did he know exactly what Dacre had just done? What I had allowed him to do? “Do you want me to leave you?”
“No.” I stepped forward quickly and passed by Dacre before I could think better of it. “Please take me back.”
Dacre chuckled behind me, but Eiran simply nodded.
I moved to his side, but this time, he didn’t reach out to take my hand as he did earlier.
He was still watching Dacre, and the look of disgust on his face was anything but hidden.
“Come on.” Eiran waved me forward, and I walked in front of him, not waiting for him to follow.
“I’ll see you at training.” Dacre’s voice echoed off the walls, but I didn’t stop.
I needed to get out of here.