Chapter 32
Thirty-Two
Surrender
The Commander lit a candle on the bedside table, as I stood there holding the blanket he had draped around my shoulders and dripping water on the hardwood floor.
The muscles in his back bunched with every movement, and the aching in my chest made my breath hitch.
“I cannot be killed, you know. Not even by the cursed water.” He paused and let out a heavy sigh. “Like you, I have tried to die many times.”
I gripped the blanket tighter, knuckles turning white at the seriousness in his voice. He was comparing us. A monster and a princess, and as much as I didn’t want to admit, we had more in common than we should.
“You thought I was going to die, didn’t you?” he asked, turning to look at me.
“Yes.”
“And you tried to save me?” he said slowly, mulling the words over in his accent as if he were worried that they would get lost in translation.
When I nodded and looked away from him, he took a step closer to me, and for the first time, I didn’t retreat.
“Why?”
“I’ve never been good at doing what I’m supposed to do,” I admitted softly. He grunted in thought, moving to light another candle.
“I was not soft enough to be a princess, nor was I strong enough to be a soldier.”
“That is because you are neither of those things. You are a goddess.”
My breath caught at the word.
He had known the whole time, hadn’t he? I composed my features and pressed on. I did not want to talk about what I was. “I’m not good at being your prisoner, either.” I took a slow step towards him, the blanket trailing on the floor.
He turned to watch me, dark eyes tracking the movement with open suspicion. “Because you tried to run?” His voice had deepened, taking on a hint of gravel.
“Because I want you.”
His eyes closed for a moment, the muscle in his jaw clenching as he fought for his composure.
I dropped the blanket, the material pooling at my feet. My wet silver hair clung to my body, keeping my breasts mostly covered. His throat worked once, swallowing hard as his gaze slid over my body.
“I tried to save you, Commander. Because despite knowing better, I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Fuck it,” he growled, moving so fast towards me that I gasped. He towered over me, hands gripping my waist with bruising force. His eyes closed, jaw clenching as if he were struggling to regain control.
“If we cross this line, it will not be a one-time thing.” He gripped my face roughly, forcing me to look up at him. “I am possessive. Demanding. A monster. You will be mine. Understood?”
I nodded. I shouldn’t want this. But every part of my body ached to be his.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he growled, caging me against the wall with his enormous form.
He was a predator. But Gods help me, I wanted to be his prey.
“You are going to crawl onto that bed, and I am going to ruin every fucking reason you had to run from me.” His hand wrapped around my throat and tightened, forcing a breathless whimper from my lips as my body leant into him instead of away.
“You will cum on my mouth. My hands. On my cock. Until you forget you fucking hate me. Until the only thing you remember is how fucking good I make you feel.”
His arousal tingled against my skin like a living thing, sinking into my pores and feeding my power.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I rose onto the tips of my toes and dragged him towards me.
His lips were so soft against mine at first. Just a small brush.
Until he growled against me, gripped my thighs and lifted me until my legs wrapped around his waist.
“Never mind, I am too fucking impatient,” he rasped against my lips before he threw me down onto the bed.
His body suddenly pressed against me, muscles shifting beneath my roaming hands.
His mouth was hot against my neck, my skin tingling where he touched me.
His large hand splayed across my stomach, sliding down between my thighs, circling in a teasing motion.
“So wet for your monster,” he ground out against my flesh, biting down against my skin.
A moan tore through me. “Fuck, make that noise again.”
His fingers picked up speed, and I had no choice over the sounds escaping my mouth. His mouth brushed the swell of my breast teasingly before his lips closed around my nipple. I dug my fingernails into his back as he slid one finger inside me, my muscles flexing around him.
“You are too fucking tight for me.” He pulled his finger out of me as he stood and I made a sound of protest.
His fingers dug into my thighs, dragging me to the edge of the bed before kneeling on the ground. He pulled my legs over his shoulders and his breath ghosted over the inside of my thigh, hot enough to burn.
The Commander of Death knelt before me, and I had never seen such a beautiful sight. He pushed two fingers inside of me, and my hips rocked against them, begging for friction he wouldn’t give.
“Impatient little thing,” he tsked before his tongue, warm and soft circled my clit.
I cried out. Pure pleasure spread through me in pulses.
He was merciless, sucking me into his mouth.
The heat built. He added a third finger and slid his tongue against my clit.
A broken cry left my throat as the orgasm consumed me, my body clamping around his fingers in desperate, involuntary waves.
“You came so fast for me,” he praised. “You’ve got another one right there already, don’t you?
” His fingers thrust into me again, lips pressing against my throbbing flesh.
Gods, he was going to destroy me. I fisted his hair, pulling his face harder against me as the pressure coiled tight and merciless inside my body.
His fingers dug into my thighs, the hint of pain slicing through the pleasure and tipping it violently over the edge.
A helpless, broken sound tore from my throat as my thighs shook against his shoulders, my body locking around the sensation with no escape. Pleasure crashed through me in relentless spasms. Too sharp. Too consuming. Leaving me trembling and breathless as it tore me apart from the inside out.
The Commander dropped my legs, an arrogant smile tugging at his lips, like he knew exactly what he had just done to me.
I stood on trembling legs in front of him.
He was still kneeling, and I tipped his face upward with my thumb against his chin, claiming his attention.
“Stand,” I demanded, my voice not entirely my own.
A small thrill shot through me as he obeyed, standing to tower over me.
It was my turn to smirk at him. I wanted to see him lose control, and Gods was he about to break.
His dark eyes devoured my every movement as I got on my knees and undid his belt, pushing his pants down. His cock sprang free and I paused. It was monstrous. Heavy. Thick and long. “This,” I whispered, gripping his cock with both hands, “isn’t going to fit.”
A masculine rumble vibrated through his chest as I stroked him.
“I will make it fit,” he vowed. I pushed at his legs, making him sit on the edge of the bed so I could reach him.
He watched me hungrily as I brought the tip of his cock to my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.
He cursed, cock twitching in my hands. My lips wrapped around him, and I shoved as much of him inside me as I could.
My tongue ran along his shaft with each long movement as I took him.
“Look up at me with your mouth full,” he rasped. Tears clung to my eyelashes, and his hand gripped my hair at the back of my neck, as he drove his cock in and out of my mouth.
I loved the way he tasted, even slamming against the back of my throat.
I may have been the one on my knees, but I was in control. “That’s it.” His gasp turned into a growl of pleasure. “You look so fucking beautiful on your knees.”
I moaned around him, his praise shooting straight to my core. He gripped my face, sliding his cock out of my mouth. He kissed me roughly, devouring me and pulling me onto his lap.
“This will help you relax.” The sharp sting of his canines against my neck took my breath away, edging into pleasure.
Warmth spread through me like honey. My hips rocked against his hard length eagerly, desperate for friction.
I wrapped my hand around his length, feeling how he trembled.
How tightly he fought himself. He was always so composed.
So disciplined and deadly. But under my touch? He shook.
I lifted my hips, pushing his cock against my entrance.
The Commander moaned against my neck, muscles coiling beneath me like he was scared to move.
I pressed down, inch by inch. He stretched me, filling me to the point of pain.
I stopped before he was fully seated in me, adjusting to his thickness.
His breathing was laboured against my neck and his fingers dug into my flesh, anchoring me against him. Gods, he was so big.
“Fuck,” he hissed against my neck before tipping his head back. My blood was smeared over his lips, dripping down his chin as he looked up at me.
“Lyra…” My name tore from him, raw, like he hadn’t spoken it out loud before.
Like it cost him something. His thumb brushed my skin with a tenderness that didn’t match the heat in his eyes.
And in that moment, I felt the truth he’d never say aloud.
He wasn’t worried about giving me his body, it was his heart he was protecting. But I think I wanted to take that too.
I pushed the rest of his cock inside of me, gasping and digging my fingers into his back. So full. So thick. He was everywhere. He growled, struggling to stay still to give me time to adjust. I rolled my hips, giving him permission to move and he met me with every thrust.
“You take me so fucking well.”
His hand reached between us, fingers circling my clit with every thrust. I was going to shatter. And Gods help me, I would not be the same again.