Chapter 54 #2
“Vivian, I literally killed you in Atlantis, out of hope that this day would come. Of course, I tricked you into using your power. You wouldn’t have done it otherwise.
Just like you wouldn’t have shown up tonight if you knew we were all planning to elect you.
” She gives her explanation matter-of-factly and without apology.
I want to stay mad at her until I remember that, like Sin, Morgana isn’t one to form friendships. She prefers to distance herself as a leader. She and Ragna seem to get along, but their interactions seem largely professional. The reminder is enough to have me swallowing my frustration.
“But that’s not what friends do,” I reply softly.
Morgana jerks back like I’ve slapped her. “You think we’re friends?”
“Uhm, yes?” The disbelief in her voice is doing wonders for my confidence.
“Huh,” she muses, now frowning.
I’m not sure if she’s about to agree, since in the next moment, her eyes catch something behind me.
“I should go speak to Ragna,” she notes, sounding uncomfortable, before turning on her heel and disappearing into the growing crowd. I’m pretty sure a bunch of the freed prisoners have crashed the party, and now the space looks more like a club than a throne room.
“Ready, kitten?” A low voice whispers in my ear.
Sin caresses the side of my neck, and even though I lean into his touch, I can’t stop the dread that rises in my gut. Once he knows the truth about why I don’t want to fix the mate bond, he’s only going to be more ruthless, and I don’t want to hear him lie to me.
He chuckles, feeling the emotion. “Or we can delay that conversation a little longer, and I can take you up on that invitation.”
Dark promises cling to his tone. My core clenches. “I think I have some room in my schedule,” I answer, my voice coming out breathless.
“Good girl,” he answers in a low growl and takes my hand. “Come with me.”
We stick to the side of the room as we make our way to a smaller set of steps, which lead to the raised platform. I’m assuming there must be some kind of secret exit up here until Sin stops directly in front of Need’s throne.
He leans against it, and his eyes feel like a brand as they rake over me.
“Strip,” he orders.
My eyes go as wide, and I look over my shoulder, confirming that we are, in fact, still at a party.
I turn back to look at Sin, fully intent on telling him he’s lost his mind, only to find him watching me with a predatory gaze. It has me seriously considering running, just so that he’ll chase.
“I have a shield up. They can’t see us,” he says, and his smile drips with wicked intent.
My pulse thunders in my ears, the sound drowning out the pounding music.
This is such a bad idea.
But the thought of whatever he might have planned sends a deep, insistent ache between my legs.
Sucking in a shaky breath, I make a decision.
Keeping my gaze fixed on Sin, I reach up to the small clasp behind my neck. My dress falls into a puddle at my feet, and his wicked expression vanishes, only to be replaced by pure, unbridled want.
I’m not wearing anything underneath the dress. All I’m left with are low red heels, a small dagger sheathed at my thigh, and the necklace he gave me.
Behind us, the party rages on, oblivious to what we’re doing. Their voices send shivers down my spine.
Sin’s hands twitch, like he’s reminding himself not to touch me. “On your throne,” he commands in a quiet, gruff voice.
My feet don’t move.
I shouldn’t be freaked out about sitting on a throne. But there’s a weight attached to it, one that reminds me how everyone is depending on me.
The thought terrifies me.
“Not ready? That’s okay,” he purrs, and beckons me. “Come here.”
Even though his words are soothing, the way he says them, like a vow to ruin me, has my nerves lighting up. I make my way over to him, and his eyes track my every move.
“Stand behind it,” he rumbles.
The throne only reaches my chest, giving me a clear view of the party below. I’m practically vibrating from anticipation, but he doesn’t touch me.
“Hands on each end,” he coaxes, moving to stand behind me.
The golden posts are cold against my palms, and glowing red ropes appear around my wrists, holding me in place.
My breath catches as Sin trails his fingers down my spine, the same way he’s been doing all night.
“No one can see us, but if the music quiets, they’ll certainly hear you,” he whispers, his breath ghosting the shell of my ear.
At my sharp inhale, he pauses, once again making sure I’m still okay with this.
“I know my safe word,” I whisper, and my thighs rub together.
There’s a low, appreciative growl before his palm presses down on the center of my back. “Arch for me.”
I bend to his touch, my spine curving until my ass presses against him.
“You’re already doing so well. Now, spread your legs for me. Show me what’s mine.”
The possessiveness in his voice has molten heat coursing through me, and I open my legs, baring myself to him.
“Wider, kitten. That’s it,” he coaxes, and a moment later, his breath fans over my pussy.
My nails dig into the golden throne, and it takes all my focus to stay still.
“Now, show me how a queen begs,” he orders in a low growl, before his tongue plunges inside me.
I gasp.
His touch isn’t teasing; it’s merciless. His tongue fucks my center, working my body to a fever pitch. My back arches even further, trying to get him closer to the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Please, Sin,” I utter in a needy whisper.
If he doesn’t touch my clit soon, I might combust.
I feel him smile against me, and in the next moment, he grips my hips, lifting me so that my thighs rest on his wide shoulders.
A surprised squeak escapes me as I grip the throne to try to steady myself. I don’t get a chance to see if anyone heard me, since in the same second, Sin’s mouth is on me again, feasting.
He sucks at my clit, his teeth grazing against the sensitive flesh, and I almost scream.
“You’re so fucking close,” he growls, before his tongue sinks into me again.
I’m writhing against him now, as he alternates between sucking on my clit and fucking me with his tongue. His touches are deliberate, coiling the tension within me to breaking point.
My teeth dig into my lip, trying to contain my moans. The sounds stay muffled until my orgasm crashes through me. The force of it whites out my vision.
I gasp Sin’s name, the sound caught between a moan and a prayer, as I come undone in his arms.
He doesn’t ease up until my body starts to twitch, and gives my pussy a final, teasing lick before putting me back down.
The red ropes disappear, and I turn to find him smirking with a self-satisfied expression.
“Ready to rejoin the party, kitten?” He purrs.
Disappointment slices through me at the thought that we’re already done.
I don’t want to be finished.
I want to pleasure him too.
Slowly, I press myself against him, even as my heart hammers against my chest. His clothes brush against my oversensitive flesh, causing a small shiver to run down my back.
I run my fingers down his chest, and he goes still beneath my touch. He doesn’t move, not even to breathe, until my touch trails lower.
He catches my fingers, a low growl rumbling through his chest. “Kitten,” he warns.
I give him the same wicked look he gave me earlier, my fingers teasing over the bulge straining against his pants.
“I know, I know. If someone interrupts while your cock is in my mouth, you’ll murder them,” I note, squeezing him through his pants before backing up a step.
“So, you’d better make sure we aren’t interrupted,” I add, sinking to my knees.
Sin’s eyes flare, and he finally releases a shuddering breath. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he utters, and then starts stripping off his clothes.
I watch with unfiltered need, acutely aware that this isn’t my first time kneeling on this platform.
But this time, I don’t feel powerless.
Tonight, I’m taking my power back.
I take in every rigid curve of his body, until finally looking up at him through my eyelashes.
He groans, stepping closer. “If you look at me like that, this is going to be over before it even starts.”
The thought of making him lose control sends desire rippling across my body, and without hesitating, I run my tongue along the base of his dick.
Sin’s fingers thread into my hair, but instead of waiting for him to guide me, I ignore his grip and take him fully into my mouth. There’s resistance when his thick length hits the back of my throat, but I push past it, not stopping until my lips wrap around the base of his cock.
“Fucking, fuck,” Sin curses, and I ignore the gentle tug he gives on my hair as he tries to pull me back.
This isn’t submission, it’s dominion.
I keep him deep in my throat, not moving, until Sin finally releases my hair. Only then do I pull back, running my tongue along the base of his cock.
He jerks forward, and I grin, finding he’s grabbed hold of the throne to steady himself.
I suck his cock back into my mouth, teasing the tip for a moment, liking the way his legs twitch at the sensation, until my fingers dig into his thighs for purchase, as I take him deep into my throat.
“Fuck, baby – kitten.” Sin’s fingers twitch against my hair, but then pull back, like he’s remembering I’m in control.
I work him faster, bobbing my head over his dick. His thick length slides easily into my throat, and I suck harder when I hear his curses become stuttered gasps.
My body is still sensitive from my orgasm, and even the friction from my movements is causing pleasure to pool in my core.
“Baby, I’m going to come,” he chokes out.
My throat tightens around him, and a second later, he groans as liquid heat spills down my throat.
I take my time, licking him clean as I ease him out of my mouth.
“Fates above, kitten. You fucking wreck me,” Sin breathes, before pulling me back up and kissing me like I’m oxygen.
Our tastes twine together, and he picks me up, his fingers teasing at the edges of my slit.
I moan, rolling my hips to chase the pleasure.
“Are you ready to claim what’s yours?” He asks against my mouth, and it’s only then that I realize we’re in front of the throne.
I tug at his hair, all traces of anxiety forgotten. “Please.”
“Good girl,” he praises, pulling me onto his lap as he sits.
The throne is cold, but Sin’s body is molten behind mine. He takes his time, spreading my legs so that they hang over each of the armrests, baring me open in front of everyone here.
His fingers trail up my thighs, not stopping until he’s circling my clit. He keeps his movements slow and reverent.
“Look at them,” he whispers, and his other hand comes up to tease my nipples.
The small circles he’s tracing over my clit grow a little stronger, and I ignore his soft command, squeezing my eyes shut and rolling my hips into his hand.
“Keep your eyes open, kitten. All these people are here for you,” Sin whispers, releasing my nipple to grip my thigh, keeping me still.
My eyes flutter open, and he starts working my clit faster. When I stay still, he slowly releases my leg, his fingers coming to tease at my soaked slit.
“This throne is yours. I know it terrifies you, but you aren’t alone. I’m behind you. I always will be,” he whispers fervently.
“Sin, please,” I whimper, his words barely registering as my muscles seize, begging for release.
“You are my fucking queen,” he growls, and his fingers push inside of me.
I moan, arching into his touch, as his fingers fuck me harder. I’m completely at his mercy, my body lost to the pleasure.
“Listen to how fucking wet you are. You’re taking me so well, I want this throne fucking soaked.”
I whimper, my nails digging into his thighs, and Sin slips a third finger inside of me.
“Come for me, kitten. Take your pleasure. Take your crown. Take back every Fates-damned piece they tried to steal,” he growls.
The pressure he’s been building detonates.
I try to bury my face in his neck, no longer capable of holding back my screams, only for Sin’s mouth to claim mine.
He kisses me with wild abandon as each wave of my orgasm causes me to almost come off the throne. Every time, he keeps me in place, refusing to let me go as he continues to fuck me with his fingers.
His hold only loosens once the aftershocks have faded, and I fall back against him.
One of his hands splays possessively across my stomach, and his gray eyes rage like tempests as he gazes down at me.
“You are a fucking goddess, kitten. You deserve this throne, and the whole fucking universe. Not because you’re powerful enough to claim it, but because you unite us.
You’re the thread that binds us all, and we will gladly bow to you. ”