CHAPTER 6 #2
His tongue drags up my slit. My fingers wrap around the chains as my back arches.
Another stroke. Then another. Heat spikes.
I try to pull away. Fingers dig into my hips keeping me in place, forcing me to feel everything.
Fuck! My thighs tremble. I can’t! He circles my clit and everything inside me tightens.
Oh God! A finger slides inside me. I try to take a breath, but a gasp comes out instead.
My toes curl, my calves tighten. Pressure builds all at once. It’s too fast, too much.
I break.
A cry tears from my throat as my body releases, wet warmth spilling over his mouth and chin. I did it.
A wicked grin curls across his mouth when he reaches up and unhooks the chains. He eases me down to my knees. My body folds while I settle back on my knees. My cuffed wrists touch the floor, circulation rushing back to them. I shudder, my fingers prickling like they're waking up.
Boots step close, right beside my things. “Look at me.”
I lift my head, my gaze meeting his.
“Tell me who you saw when you came.”
My eyes begin to water. “You.”
He watches me, quiet at first like he’s been waiting for that exact sound. Then his eyes darken, amber fading away. His shoulders pull back, wings spreading a fraction.
“Good.” His smile is sharp, hungry.
A shiver runs up my spine. My knees press harder into the floor.
His fingers find my chin, making sure I can’t look away. “Do you understand what you just agreed to?”
Something drops inside me while I swallow. My voice comes out quiet, but steady. “Yes, sir.”
My eyes go wide the moment the words leave my lips. I did not just say that.
He laughs. Not a quiet one. A real one.
Of course he’s enjoying this. I start to roll my eyes, but quickly stop.
His grin is so wide now I can see his fangs. “Very good, little mate.”
I bite the inside of my cheeks. He won’t let me forget this. I lift my wrists to him, but he only shakes his head.
His fingers curl around the chain. He meets my eyes, holds them for a moment as my stomach tightens. Oh shit!
Then he pulls. The chain jerks, yanking me forward. My knees skid hard, breath knocking loose as my stomach scrapes across the cold floor. Metal clatters.
He drops to the floor, fastening the chain to a steel hook while I drag in air.. What the fuck?
He crouches next to me, his hand finding my cheek, holding me in place. “You don’t think I’m going to let you off the hook with just one little orgasm, do you?”
His eyes burn into mine. He keeps the side of my face pressed into the floor. I use what little give I can find to move my head side to side. I pray the small movement is enough to answer his question.
My body shakes as a tremor takes it over. I should’ve known he wasn’t going to take it easy on me.
“You have no idea what it does to me to see you like this.” His hands trace down my body. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks.
I try clenching them together, even though my body is truly his…every single inch of it. He spreads them apart, exposing me completely. “There’s no point in fighting it.”
His tongue slides between my cheeks, and my face burns. I love how he claims me, but I can’t stop my hips from tucking under, trying to pull away.
Smack!
I grit my teeth, my ass cheeks burning now.
His mouth is at my ear before I know it. “Although I love it when you try.”
He flips me onto my back. Shadows swallow the space around us as his wings stretch wide. His claws slide free as his fingers curl, leaving one claw waiting. He studies it with a quiet, satisfied smile, choosing where to touch me first.
He drags the tip from my navel to my sternum. A slow burn rises under my skin. My whole body stills, even my breath.
This isn’t metal.
This isn’t memory.
This is him choosing me.
His claw grazes my nipple, scraping over the hard peak. Aah! It burns. I scream out as wet warmth eases the pain. Pleasure swirls around the sensitive flesh with his tongue. My back arches off the floor as his hand slides under my shoulders, guiding me upright.
I sit on my knees, a little lightheaded.
He grips my jaw, thumb on my lower lip. I lean in, wanting to taste him. My hands rise, chains clanking while I brush the waistband of his pants, but his hand closes around my wrist. “Tonight’s about you.”
He releases my arm. They drop to the floor, my shoulders sagging a little. I want him in my mouth.
He crouches beside me again. Fingers push past my lips and hook behind my teeth. “My little mate looks so disappointed."
He tugs, pulling me forward. I catch myself on my forearms, knees braced against the floor. Saliva runs over my lips, spilling onto his knuckles.
His grip loosens. My tongue moves beneath his fingers, sucking when he pulls them out. The noise that breaks from him pulls a smile from me. I love that sound.
His palm trails down my spine, warm against my flesh. Fingers slip between my thighs. His slow circles barely skim where I need his touch. My hips move, trying to find more pressure, but he holds me in place. Damn him.
I don’t stop the growl that rumbles in my throat. He loves making me wait, making me want. I glance back over my shoulder, narrowing my eyes at him.
He laughs. “Cute.”
Ungh. I jerk. A sharp pinch startles me when he tugs my pubic hair. “Gods, I fucking love this.” He tugs again, harder this time.
His fingers are on my clit. Firm, circling exactly where I need them.
Pressure builds as his other hand slides lower.
Two fingers slip inside, curling over and over.
My legs shake. I can’t hold still. My hips start moving, and he’s right there with me.
His fingers work in the same rhythm. The pressure builds faster and faster.
My breath is quick now. I lean into his hand. I need more.
His other hand moves away. “Rub your clit.”
I brace myself on one forearm, sliding my hand between my legs. My fingers find where I’m aching. Holy shit, I’m wet!
His fingers keep curling inside me. His other ones gather moisture, moving between my cheeks. I arch my back more, reaching for him. Why do I want this?
The first touch makes me tense. “Breathe, baby.”
I do, forcing myself to relax. He uses the tip at first, making my breath stutter. He pauses, but I push into it.
A sound breaks from my throat as he presses, slowly, easing into me a little at a time.
My body clenches around him. My fingers slip before they find the rhythm again. Small circles, steady pressure. I’m so close!
He presses again, deeper this time. And finally he begins moving in and out. His other fingers plunge deeper and deeper.
Everything in me tightens at all once. I gasp. Everything is moving faster now. My hips jerk. My thighs shake. It hits.
The sound that leaves me is raw. I squeeze around both his fingers. Everything breaks open. My release tears through me and all I can do is hold on and ride it out.
My breath hasn’t returned yet. My hand is still moving in slow, lazy circles because I can’t stop. I’m shaking but every nerve is on fire. I don’t want to stop.
“Look at you,” he says.
His hands find my hips and the sound that leaves me is almost a plea. He pulls me up just enough to fit against me. He only gives me one breath, then he pushes in.
He doesn’t hold back. His pace is sharp, driving over and over like he broke. I don’t brace for it. I go with him. I know this. I want this.
He drives into me again and again. I don’t want him to slow. I don’t want him to stop. His breath hits the back of my neck. It’s a sound so low, so wrecked it runs straight down my spine.
Then he stops holding back. I can’t think, only feel. Heat. Pressure. The grip of his hands. I grab the chains, grab for anything that will keep me here. I just hold on.
His mouth is against my shoulder. The sounds he makes draw something raw out of me. I push back into him. He drives into me again and again. Each thrust is deep and wet and I can feel him everywhere.
“Zarreth!” My voice breaks on his name. My body spasms. The tension snaps through me. My legs shake. Everything inside me tightens and then spills loose. I ride it. Let it take me.
He follows right after me. A raw sound rips loose when he buries himself deep, holding me in place while he comes.
I collapse, face to the ground. His weight settles on top of me. Warm and heavy.
Our bodies stay tangled on the floor. No words. Only breath.
My muscles loosen one at a time. He eventually sits up, unbuckling the cuffs and pulling me onto his lap. The metal has left my wrists raw and red, and I love it.
He lifts my hands and gently presses his mouth to my bruised skin. His fingers rub against mine, bringing blood back to them.
I lean into him and sigh, letting my head rest against his chest.
“Jess is going to kill you,” I murmur.
He chuckles against my temple. “I’ll buy her a new one.”
His fingers lazily trace my hips. “You know I’m never letting you forget that you called me ‘sir,’ right?”
My cheeks heat. I cover my face with both hands. “I figured.”
His laugh rumbles in his chest. He tightens his arms around me, his wings closing around us.
I breathe, and it doesn’t hurt.