17 How to put a Lord Daeyari on his back #2
He flipped her onto her back as she squirmed in protest. Stilled her with a knee between her legs, firm enough to make her forget how to breathe, an ache tightening through her core.
Then, a traitorous sigh as he set upon her chest. Antal dragged his long, black cruelty of a tongue under her breast, around the side, tasting every sensitive angle.
He took her nipple in his mouth. The clamp of teeth brought white-hot oblivion, making Fi arc off the cushions and into the unyielding snare of his body.
When they’d first clashed, Antal had been a foreign delicacy.
In a year since, he’d honed his teeth on her, exploring and testing until he learned how to make her sing.
Plying one breast in his mouth, he took the other in hand and pinched the peak between his fingers, the perfect pressure to make her cry out.
Fi curled her toes and tried not to melt.
A slick, whispering part of her delighted in being tamed.
The freedom of letting this beast have every way with her that he desired.
Once he’d worked her into a pant, Antal removed her belt and dropped it to the cushions.
He pulled down her pants, carving claws along the slopes of her hip bones.
Fi opened her legs for him. She wanted him to touch every part of her.
But daeyari weren’t supposed to go to their backs easily.
She was supposed to fight harder than this.
Fi cupped a hand between his legs. With the heel of her palm, she pressed firmly down the length of his cock. Antal jerked. Hissed a breath. His hips sank into her, rocking hungrily as she massaged him through the constraining fabric of his pants. She hoped it was agony.
He caged her between trembling arms.
“Fiona… mara,” he sighed between strokes.
Fi reared up to bite his shoulder. A shove sent the weakened beast onto his side.
His retaliation came in a clamp of claws at her waist, but then he was the one sinking, grinding against her hand as a moan slipped his lips.
She’d gotten better at this game, too. Fi dragged her nails across his chest, a current of energy hot at her fingertips, drawing a deeper growl.
Still, she wondered if he’d prefer claws.
Fi bit harder into his shoulder. Antal snarled.
He moved too fast, sending her onto her back again. Claws tangled in her hair, tilting her head back, exposing her throat to the daeyari as he mantled overhead.
“We’re playing rough?” He licked his lips, eyes ablaze.
It was unfair, how useless Fi’s legs kicked as he tugged down his trousers. Horrific, how firmly he pinned her with his hip. Intoxicating, the heat of his bare skin against hers.
“Vicious woman,” he rasped.
“Don’t you prefer me vic—ious!”
The word snapped in two as Antal sank his cock into her. Just the tip, at first. A cruel tease. A pause to let her gather one shuddering breath.
A full thrust sent her senseless.
Fi cried out, every muscle tensed to welcome him, hands clawing the cushions.
At last, she melted, too full of him to think of anything else.
Then he was moving in her. Her thighs clamped his hips, embracing the rhythm he set.
All the world slowed to each gasping breath.
The hard heat of his cock working between her legs.
The build of pressure as every slick thrust doomed her anew.
Just as devastating: the sight of Antal leaning over her as he worked, his hair a mess now that she’d clawed her hands through it. His neck, pale skin stained with her lipstick. Fangs glinted as his lips parted for a tight exhale.
He could end her here, and Fi would relish the defeat.
With fingers trembling, she splayed her palm to his chest, savoring the weight of every muscle bearing down on her.
She dragged her hand down the delicious V carved between his hips.
Down to the hard root of him, where he buried himself inside her, so deep she could scream.
Fi should keep fighting.
But it was so.
Damn.
Hard.
To think straight.
The same for him, eyes glazed. His hand drifted across the soft of her belly.
Vulnerable.
Before he could flinch, Fi grabbed the belt beside her, looping it around his wrist.
Antal stilled, a lust-addled blink at his bound hand. His surprise let Fi flip him onto his back. She caught his free arm as it swiped for her, lashing both wrists together then cinching the buckle taut. Fi pinned his hands above his head.
She rode his bucking hips, still full of his cock—a fight not to crumble as she settled into her straddling seat, the new angle even deeper than before. Fi moaned, but held fast.
Antal twisted his wrists against the restraints, straining every arm muscle to delicious tension. Scorching eyes looked up at her, wide and bright and probing.
From her perch, Fi smirked, breathless as she taunted, “What’s wrong, Antlers? Has no one ever tied you up before?”
He huffed, equally rough. “Two and a half centuries, Fionamara. You think I’m so unimaginative?” His eyes went lidded, a rock of hips as his tail swayed. “You surprise me, is all.”
Fool gave himself away, trying the same old trick on her.
When Antal’s tail tried to snare her neck, Fi snatched it with her free hand. Grip firm on the dexterous tip, she wound a length around her arm, immobilizing the thrashing weapon. He strained his wrists, but she kept her hold as he squirmed, her weight pinning his hips.
Fi finally had him.
Triumph blazed in her belly. She sat up as high as she dared, appraising the beast trapped beneath her as he snarled with all his teeth.
She wasn’t small. She wasn’t weak. She was as fierce as any daeyari.
“You want me?” Fi purred.