Chapter 5 #2
It’s a dark question, one that makes my lips curl. There are so many forms of torture, some of them cruel, others, well… “Worried, mate?” I ask her. Because I know she’s been uneasy about my penchant for death. But I won’t apologize for my abilities or how I’ve chosen to use them.
I’m an assassin.
A good one.
She needs to accept that and accept me.
Her blue eyes hold mine as goose bumps pebble along her arms beneath my writhing strands. “I trust you not to hurt me, Maliki.”
I tighten the smoky rope against her wrists and yank her hands over her head without touching her. It’s all mental. All a show of power. And the way her tight little body squirms beneath my hold says she’s enjoying every second.
“Sometimes pain and pleasure are interchangeable,” I inform her as I send a subtle jolt of electricity through the strands, the sensation one I strategically place in some of her more sensitive areas.
Her beautiful lips part, her eyes widening.
“But you’re right to trust me,” I go on, my mind telling the tendrils to soothe the sting left over from the momentary shock. “I would kill anyone who so much as looked at you the wrong way, Sera. Even your other mates.”
Her eyebrows lift, surprise turning her cheeks a shade of pink.
But I mean every word.
If Hades returns here with news of how to bring Persephone back or replace Sera or whatever it is he’s trying to do… I’ll kill him and take my mate somewhere else. Anywhere else.
He’s not going to destroy her.
“You’re mine,” I tell Sera, the binds around her tightening with the words. “No one is allowed to hurt you… except for maybe me.” I utter that last part as I send another zing through her prone form.
She gasps and tries to arch, but the ropes hold her down.
And the one strategically between her legs begins to subtly rub against her slick flesh.
A moan escapes her, followed by my name on her tongue.
“So you did want to be bound,” I muse, my fingers trailing up her thighs as I inspect my handiwork. “Good to know, trouble.”
I crawl over her and lean down to lick one puckered nipple, then the other, all while she writhes. My bands of power are humming with need now, eliciting my version of a purr as I lull her into a state of confused bliss.
She relaxes.
Then she stiffens as more sensations pour through her.
Followed by another wave of easing energy.
Back and forth.
Taunting.
Teasing.
Pleasuring.
She starts to pant, her body flushed from my rhythmic torment. “Maliki,” she breathes. “Please.”
I smile, still hovering over her on my hands and knees.
“I’m not fucking you until you’re screaming for mercy, Sera,” I tell her. “You wanted me wild and unhinged, which means I need you just as feral. That’s the only way you’ll truly be able to take me.”
I don’t give her a chance to reply, instead increasing the frequency of my power into a low rumble that no doubt resembles a growl to her Omega senses.
The way she begins to whimper confirms my suspicions, as does the beautiful display of wetness between her splayed legs. Leaning down, I give her a firm lick, longing for a taste.
“Oh!” Sera screams, causing me to chuckle against her spasming pussy. My sweet mystery’s body is so overstimulated that a simple stroke from my tongue has sent her flying.
I hum against her slick cunt, then kiss a path up to her hip.
And sink my teeth into her skin.
Which earns me another delicious shriek.
Probably because that hurt a bit.
My tendrils warm around her, seeking to heal the small wound while I lick the blood away with my tongue.
Another link slides into place between us, our bond firming even more.
But it’s not complete yet.
I honestly don’t know how many times I’ll need to bite her to make her truly mine. I’ve never done this before, and there are not any others out there who are like me. So it’s hard to say.
However, I suspect it’s three. That’s a pretty standard expectation.
Which means my final bite needs to be somewhere special. Somewhere impactful.
Because these little crescent scars in her skin will last for eternity.
“Do you have a preference on where I mark you next?” I ask as her breathing begins to settle once more.
I go to my knees on either side of her hips and stare down at her pretty form, all bound and sweaty and mine. It makes me so fucking hard that I nearly burst free from my pants, the zipper suddenly excruciatingly painful against my shaft.
“You’re going to bite me… again?” she asks, her voice a little hoarse, probably from her screams.
“Yes.” There’s no point in telling her otherwise. This connection between us has begun. We must finish it. And I need her to know what she means to me.
“To mate me,” she adds, not asking but telling me.
“Yes,” I repeat.
“But you already initiated the bond, right?”
“Right,” I echo, pulling down the zipper of my jeans because I can’t take the pressure anymore. “Now you just need one or two more marks to make this connection permanent.”
“And what about you?” she questions, her tone regaining some of its strength. “Where do I mark you?”
I arch a brow. “You want to bite me back?”
“Yes.” This time it’s her using that word and not elaborating. Just a firm response. A longing of a sort. Or, more accurately, a claim.
Shifting off of her, I make quick work of my pants, then go to sprawl out beside her, all while my shadows hum along her pretty skin, the ropes still keeping her in a prolonged state of arousal. Only the edge was taken off by my tongue, her body still very much primed and ready for fucking.
But maybe giving her freedom will allow her a chance to join me in my savagery. To embrace her own… decadent cravings.
Grasping her chin, I pull her toward me and use my shadows to move her body as well until she’s on her side and pressed up against me.
Then I kiss her.
Long. Hard. Purposefully. Letting her taste the mixture of her arousal and blood on my tongue. Granting her a glimpse of my need. Devouring her thoroughly with a dominant embrace.
By the time I’m done, her nostrils are flaring and her eyes are drowsy with lust.
It’s a reaction I stroke with my smoky tendrils as I slowly unravel them from her creamy skin.
After she’s mostly free, I push her back into the bed and slide my hard cock between her soaked folds. Not fucking. Just bathing in the sensations created by her need.
My tongue slips back into her mouth, memorizing her, adoring her, indulging her. With my palm on her cheek, I deepen the embrace even more while pressing against her pussy, demanding that she feel my arousal.
“You can bite me wherever you desire, mate,” I say against her mouth. “My body is your canvas to explore, to bloody, to hurt, to do whatever you wish. Just know that when you’re done, I’m going to destroy this beautiful cunt of yours. In the best fucking way.”