24 #2
An ungodly scream tears from my throat, and I jump into her arms. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” I shriek as she curses, unable to take my weight. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please don’t cut it off! I need it for when you deflower me so I can make you feel good!”
Twisting to make sure I take the impact when I register the fact that we’re going down, I cling on to her for dear life.
But somehow she spins us again, and it ends up with my back smacking into the wall, knocking the wind out of me before we finally make it down to the hard floor, lessening the impact enough that I might not even end up with a bruise.
Now straddling me, DN spears me with a seething glare.
“Oops?” I try, flashing my pearly whites as I lie sprawled out on the floor.
Huffing, she tells me, “I wish I could find it in me to harm you.”
Blinking, I pause.
“But I cannot. So that image has only pissed me off. I do not like to see you hurt, though I sometimes wish I could go back to wanting to dissect you.”
Mouth open, I blink up at her in a daze, not quite sure what to say for once.
“How am I meant to punish you in the ways I would punish someone for all you have done when each scenario my mind conjures displeases me?” she demands, but continues before I can even try to think up an answer, “I do not know what you have done to me. And it is odd, because I do not seem to mind it when I take the time to analyse my responses to you. But I am . . . I am out of my depth here.”
At her stiff admission, I finally speak, and I’m not trying to be funny when I hedge, “Whips and chains . . . ?” She watches me with an unflinching expression as I continue, “You were going to do that anyway, right? I’m sure all the other guys would be willing too!
You could—you could drag us away for a punishment whenever you feel the need!
” I rush to clarify just in case it isn’t obvious, “Just with us five, of course!” Her head tilts in interest as I add, “And maybe after the Games, we could find you bad people to kill!”
Any anger is gone from her face. “Hmmm . . . there are many bad people out there. For you . . . I could do this. However, I may grow tired of such a limited range of targets.” Then she muses more to herself, “Although . . . I do find the overall experience of hunting and demolishing my victims most enjoyable when I am aware they are tainting this world, especially those who remind me of . . . him.”
Wrinkling my nose at the thought of that manky old fart, I push past that, not wanting him to ruin this moment, especially not when he’s already ruined so much, and I smile widely at her. “Then, when we’re The Council, we’ll dedicate some time to hunting people like that down.”
She stares down at me for a while, a familiar unreadable look on her beautiful face. Finally, she says, “You are so sure we will achieve our desired outcome.”
“Of course! We can do anything with you by our side!”
Her nail taps once against my chest. “This is not quite so simple, Tiger. It will not be easy.”
I sober slightly, smile faltering. “I know.” My voice is quieter now. “But I believe . . . I believe we can do it. And I don’t think that’s just me being optimistic.”
Nodding firmly, she tells me, “You are incredibly admirable, Tiger. You possess unique qualities worthy of envy.”
I’m all fluttery inside again at once. “Oh . . .” I breathe, dizzy from the praise and unable to get much more out.
“We will speak more on these plans another time. Time is running short, but I will not sacrifice moments like these when I find I am . . . craving them like I have craved nothing before.”
My dick and heart both have a party. “Oh, yes please.” I lick my lips in an external display of my desperate need for her, heart rate kicking up as all my focus narrows back in on our current predicament.
“Eat me up, Ezzy. I’m a feast put on this planet for your pleasure.
” I wink saucily, fully submerged back in seduction-mode.
Her lips twitch, and she shifts, drawing a pleasured gasp from me when she slides her opening over my length. Fine droplets of water are splashing onto us, and the hard slippery floor isn’t the most comfortable thing I’ve ever lain on, but I’ve also never felt better.
“Ezzyyy,” I draw out on a groan, and she fortunately doesn’t scold me as I bring my hand up to her waist and writhe about desperately.
Her hands find my biceps, then smooth over them to my shoulders, and I shiver, rolling them under her touch. A thrill zaps down my spine when they keep going higher and her thumb presses against my pulse point before her slim fingers bury themselves in my hair.
“Ohhhh,” I groan shamelessly, eyes disappearing at the back of my brain again when she massages my scalp.
“Do you like that, whore?”
Dragging my eyes back into place to bless them with my beautiful, vicious queen, I hum in a daze.
Her answering grip on my hair is brutal, and I yelp, cock giving an extra-enthusiastic pulse as it tries to get more attention. “Words, Puppy. Give me your words.”
“Yes!” I fling out of my mouth hastily. “Yes, yes! A billion percent yes, DN!” I can’t stop shifting my hips beneath her, and my vision narrows as I try to sneakily get the head of my cock closer to her entrance.
“Tiger, I think we have already established that you are not an inconspicuous person.” Humour coats my future wife’s tone.
Ohhhh, that reminds me! I need to get a ring! Well, me and my brothers need to!
Hmmm . . . how can we do that without our scarily intelligent Bonded catching on?
But I’m pretty sure it’s too late for that as Ezla stills, staring at me.
Not wanting to freak her out—and also a tad hopeful she might not have heard my thoughts and she’s just frozen for some other reason I’m not aware of—I distract her with my awesome moves, grinding up into her.
I think it might be just a little bit more vigorous than I was aiming for, but whatever—I’m just giving us both the theme park experience she’s almost certainly never had: There’s no rollercoasters in this region, and hardly anyone in Techta comes and goes unless it’s necessary, as it is for food and material imports, for example.
We’re extremely secluded here, and honestly, The Border isn’t a very encouraging sight for anyone wanting to travel.
Nor is The Council’s 24/7 strict monitoring of it, meaning each person who does attempt to enter or exit is thoroughly interrogated and commonly deterred or prohibited.
I lose that depressing train of thought when Ezla leans over me and hands me her plump little breasts on a platinum platter.
I think I drool a little. “Oh, wow.”
Little love hearts fill me from head to toe, and I poke my tongue out for a taste even before she orders, “Suck.”
“Oh, thank you, Ezzy,” I moan, the last part unintelligible as my mouth eagerly closes around her breast.
My next eager sound is further muffled when she used her hold on the back of my head to press me into her more firmly with a wicked little groan and a sinfully delicious, “Look at you. So desperate for me, my whore.”
My enthusiastic “yes” is a garbled mess against her skin as I lavish her nipple with my tongue, and it feels so good against me.
“Good boy. Keep sucking, Puppy, and I will reward you.”
Remembering I can speak into her mind with her side of the bond always open recently, I throw her way deliriously, lost in pleasure already, This is the reward.
“Oh?” she purrs with a slow grin, and my eyes roll back in my head again as she begins to stroke the back of it.
Yes . . . yes . . . I sigh into the bond on a cloud of ecstasy, limbs all tingling, and I get that weird but pleasurable shiver in the back of my neck. Oh, that’s so nice.
My entire body attempts to ping upwards in the next second as her hand wraps around the base of my cock and she slots me at her entrance. “Mmf!”
“Be still,” she chides.
Popping my mouth off her breast, I slur, “Yes, my empress.”
She goes rigid.
Freezing along with her, a momentary panic flares up fast within me.
But then she echoes, “Empress?” The word is low, and her tone is almost thoughtful, calculating.
Her eyes have darkened, and there’s something dangerously intrigued in there, keen, nearly.
Her hum vibrates my blood, and the sight of her straight teeth sinking into her soft lower lip has the fluid burning the surrounding veins, I’m so ridiculously hot.
“I like the sound of that, Puppy. I like it a lot,” she tells me, the lust in her eyes at new levels now when the mismatched beauties shift back to mine.
“You are always giving me such beautiful ideas.” A single finger on her free hand finds my cheek, and she presses her nail down just enough that I feel the faintest sting.
“Such power in that title . . . Anyone who does not already would have to give me the respect I deserve.”
Transfixed, I watch her every move with wide eyes.
“I would rule the world truly.”
Whoopsies . . . I seem to be accidentally encouraging plans for Deadly Nightshade to take over the planet quite a bit lately . . .
I internally shrug. Oh well! What my Wifey wants, my Wifey gets!
Me and my brothers might have to make sure she doesn’t attempt to slaughter the entire population, though . . .
“Your intelligence makes me so wet, Tiger,” Ezzy purrs.
My mouth gapes open on a needy whine, pride and love and arousal roaring through me in a cacophony of noise.
And then she starts to sink down slowly.
“Oh my holy shit!” I all but scream, ruining her plans to torture me with an uncontrollable buck of my hips that has me slamming all the way inside her.
“Shit,” Ez hisses, and I groan and blabber unrepentantly as foreign wet, silken walls squeeze the life out of me. “Bad boy,” she grits out, left hand now on my chest where it’s darted to stabilise herself.