70. Chapter 70 #2
Moments later, his hands joined his magic, and before I could protest, he yanked on my dress, tearing the lacing apart, until my breasts spilled out of my bodice.
“Gods, Nayana. You’re so beautiful.” His hot mouth clamped around my nipple while his hand massaged my other breast. Stimulation was everywhere, from the tendrils to his lips and fingers, and I was going crazy. “I…thought—” I panted, “no other gods—allowed.”
“You’re right. Just you and me. My goddess.”
“Wha—oh fuck.” Some tendril had worked itself deeply inside of me and expanded without warning, while another strand put more pressure on my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Tell me, Naya. Do you want to come like this? Or on my fingers? My tongue? My cock?”
“Yes—yes—” I was done with being able to articulate full sentences. I existed in a world without speech. Instead, I cried out as Dion scraped his canines over my nipple.
A dark chuckle rumbled against my skin. “You unravel so beautifully.”
Close, I was so close. My back arched as I chased my release, and the point of no return was approaching fast.
Just a little—
Then he committed the atrocity again.
His magic had evaporated all of a sudden. From one moment to the next, all stimulation disappeared. The most embarrassing, needy whimper of frustration spilled from my throat, and I stared at Dion in desperation.
“You didn’t pick, so I will.” The fae male hypnotized me with his eyes, which had regained their amethyst color and were fully aglow. “Seems I’m even jealous of my own magic.”
“I was so close.”
“Then tell me what you want.”
Without thinking, the answer instantly tumbled from my lips. “You.”
“I’m right here, but I’m a male of many talents. So—what do you want from me now? No need to be shy, Naya. Use your words and be rewarded.”
That bastard enjoyed toying with me.
One day, I’d get my revenge, but sadly, not today.
Trying to chase some friction through pressing my legs together, I was hindered by my pulsating bindings. Of course, he hadn’t taken that particular magic away. “Please, Dion—”
“Please what?”
His voice held an amusing tone, having the time of his life as he witnessed me writhing with embarrassed shyness.
“I’m still waiting for your answer. Do you want this?” He dipped his finger into my center and circled my clit once.
Crying out, I swore I transformed into millions of colors.
“Or this?” Rolling his hips into my body, I could feel him hard and ready, but hidden behind too much clothing.
“Yes, I want that.”
“Name your needs like the goddess you are.” Another attack on my neck had me crying out in pleasure. He’d bitten me so thoroughly that my skin was throbbing, and every pulse injected more desire directly into my core.
His finger circled my clit lazily, then moved deeper and entered me easily. “Say it.”
“I…want your…cock.”
“Well done.”
“Please, Dion.” So, I wasn’t above begging.
“This has to go.” Ropes of darkness pulled my dress open further until the fabric gave way completely. I didn’t even mind, especially not as I realized that his magic attacked his own clothes as well while he inserted a second, then a third finger into my tight center.
“You are gripping me like a vise, my goddess. I can’t wait to feel you on my cock. It’s been far too long.”
I thrashed against the restraints, consumed by the need to touch him, but he wouldn’t allow me. He controlled me, commanded my pleasure, and instead of rousing my anger, his actions heightened my desire and drove me crazy.
Dion curled his fingers, hitting the special spot deep inside, and I moaned without shame. My muscles stiffened, taut like a bowstring, seconds away from a powerful orgasm.
And then the bastard pulled his fingers away.
“Dion.” I whimpered, looking at him with even more desperation.
“Hm, correct me if I’m wrong, but you didn’t choose my fingers.”
“Bastard.”
With wide eyes, I stared at him locking his lips around the fingers that had been inside of me seconds ago, just like he’d done with mine as he’d caught me pleasuring myself in Amalach.
“You taste like you’re meant to be mine.”
He stressed his words with another roll of his hips, and my body strained toward his. The possessive comment went through me like wildfire.
Once I heard that men didn’t particularly enjoy going down on women because the act wouldn’t do anything for them, and many found the taste leaving a lot to be desired.
But Dion? I had the impression that he’d never tasted anything better.
When I bucked my hips once more, a soft pillow of magic pushed under my butt—and the fae chuckled. I wanted to ask what amused him, but the words got stuck in my throat when I felt the head of his manh—cock at my entrance, steadily pushing inside.
“Fuck, Naya, you’re so tight.”
I was wound up so much I hadn’t even realized that I’d tensed, and under effort, I forced myself to relax so he could finally claim me with every inch of him.
Straining against the magic holding me in place, I couldn’t do more than whimper and gasp as Dion agonizingly slowly advanced deeper and deeper.
Groaning, he caught my lips and kissed me hard, never stopping to conquer me.
Kissing back like I was starving, I moaned in his mouth. And then finally, he was fully seated inside of me. Everything about him was impressive; of course, his cock was no exception. His face contorted in something akin to agony as I panted, trying to get used to his size. “Need to—move soon.”
“Green.” A few more moments to adapt wouldn’t have hurt, but waves of pleasure were already crashing into me. Twice, he’d denied me fulfillment, and heat reignited like dry kindling, especially when a tendril returned and attacked my clit. “Oh, god—”
“That’s right, Nayana. I’m your god. Only yours. The only one you will ever worship.” And then he pulled out slowly, making sure I was truly ready for him.
Overwhelming pleasure coursed through me, and I pinched my eyes closed.
“Eyes on me. Don’t you dare hide from me. Every drop of your pleasure is mine.”
With giant effort, I forced my eyelids to open, and I met Dion’s gaze, ablaze with a primal force—lust wouldn’t be enough of a word to describe his expression—but also filled with adoration and love.
Oh—
Before I could chastise myself for my last thoughts, they were washed away as Dion picked up his pace.
My purring restraints tightened, opening my legs wider, while my prince succumbed to passion as well.
Each thrust was followed by a teasing touch of his vibrating magic, and I arched my back as the crescendo neared once more. “Don’t you dare—again.”
“Couldn’t if I wanted to.”
Both of us were panting, and Dion was done holding back. His groans were accompanied by one-word compliments he gritted out, which incinerated my soul the same way each snap of his hips forced my body closer to oblivion. Light burst in front of me as I surrendered to pleasure.
“Fuck.” Dion’s voice was drowned by a guttural string of sounds as my orgasm washed over me, and I clenched and unclenched around his cock.
The light morphed into stars, and I balled my hands into fists as his magic prolonged my bliss until my male reached his own finale. With a feral roar, he thrust one last time deep inside me and coated my insides with his release.
Together, we rode out the heights of our pleasure, united in body, but also in mind and soul. I’d never felt so close to divinity.
My restraints vanished and also the teasing touch on my clit as Dion tugged me tightly into his embrace, remaining still deep inside of me. Trying to catch my breath, my heart ran in overdrive.
The more I relaxed, the heavier the exhaustion returned and weighed me down.
My neck and shoulders burned from his bites, and taking his proud gaze into consideration, he’d painted my skin in a multitude of different shades. “What is it with you and your fascination with marking my skin?”
As he pulled out of me, leaving an emptiness behind, I mourned his absence.
“Easy. I loathe when other males look at you, but if they have to—and you cling to the insanity that I’m not supposed to kill everyone who does—they’ll notice my claim and be alerted that you’re a taken female; that you’re mine. ”
“I haven’t agreed to accept your courtship yet.”
Canting his head, he presented me with the expression he had reserved for me whenever I was stupid in his opinion. “Your mind might not have yet, but your body and soul already do.”
“Always so certain that your world is exactly as you want it to be.”
Somehow, the tender smile appearing on his face held an edge, rousing my suspicions, but I wasn’t in the mood for a discussion.
“Nayana, I have an important request.”
Ah. The princeling had an idea he loved and considered the best one he’d ever had—from his feral fae perspective. I was almost certain my human view would find his suggestion questionable at best, but more likely abhorrent. “What?”
“You get lost so easily. And you’re so tiny and breakable.”
“You promised me not to lock me away.”
“No, no, hear me out. For quite a while, I’ve been obsessed with the notion of gifting you a drop of my magic. Somewhere under your skin would be a perfect place for such an offering, don’t you agree?”
No, he didn’t—
He was joking, right?
Ugh, of course he wasn’t.
Raising my eyebrow, I racked my brain to come up with an answer that would do his insane proposition justice. “You’re not inserting power into me to make me traceable. Have you finally gone completely mad?”
“I could have been at your side much faster.”
“No, Dion.”
Now, his upper lip twitched in an effort not to bare his teeth at me, and the gears in his head spun. “A piece of my magic was supposed to be your next courtship present.”
“No. Think of something else. You won’t tracker-mark me.”
“We’ll see about that. Go to sleep. You’re tired.”
“Yes. But no permanent marking, not even in my sleep, or I’ll kick you through the wound in reality faster than you can blink.”
The bastard just chuckled as if I were the most amusing thing he’d ever regarded.
Glaring at him with the promise of a thousand painful deaths, I pouted before relaxing again. He wouldn’t dare go against my will. At least, that’s how I assured myself.
Also, I was pleasantly satisfied, enveloped in my deliciously smelling fae whose skin was soft as silk, even though the muscles underneath were made of steel. No matter how shrewd his ideas sometimes were, he was my safe place, and all the remaining tension left my resting form.
Just as I was dozing off, I was tossed out of my reverie again. “The others. Dion, they’ve been here—”
All my blood crawled into my cheeks.
“They left. Good for them. Disposing of loyal allies would have been painful, even for me.”
“Dion.”
“Did you slap my shoulder?”
“How could I not, when you’re spouting stupid nonsense?”
Dion’s chest vibrated, but the growl was accompanied by a playful twinkle in his eyes, and I laughed.
“But seriously, didn’t we plan to have a conversation with them?”
“I heard everything I needed to hear.”
“Ireas’ confirmation that I’m fine?”
“Yes.”
“So, where are we going from here?” Just the thought of traveling somewhere, anywhere, made me feel sick.
“Oh, that was never up for discussion. We’re leaving for Seascann in Tocsaineach as soon as the others finally remember who’s the authority around here.”
“Why?”
“The Seadan is mostly found in the swampy areas, so the Ainmhi have some experience with the treatment, according to Ireas.”
“We have more important things to do than that.”
“No.”
“Dion, I mean it.”
“No.”
“Overbearing fae brute.”
“Love you, Nayana.”
That shut me up faster than any ordered silence could have done, and instead of a reply, I nuzzled my face into his chest.
“I’m tired,” I mumbled, and as Dion’s arms tightened around me, a contented sigh slipped from my lips.
He might be annoying when he used his one-word answers and overwhelmed me with his constant confessions, but his embrace never failed to calm me with its promise of safety.
As I drifted off, his breath tickled the shell of my ear, and his voice was a mere whisper.
“And that’s why I have to convince the Ainmhi to treat you. I need you to survive. Nayana, I simply need you.”