Chapter 8 #4
“If you act like a rutting beast, then expect to be punished like one,” she snarled, pressing his face to her soaked undergarments. “Now clean up the mess you’ve made.”
He made to remove her undergarments with his hands. She pulled harder on his hair. Theron groaned.
“Beasts don’t use their hands. They use their teeth and tongues.”
The look he gave her made her heart stutter. Need, primal and wild, was focused entirely on her. It might have frightened her, save for the fact that her own magic responded just as viscerally.
Perhaps it should have concerned her that he so easily complied with her demands, but watching him as he tore at her loincloth with his teeth until he’d ripped it from her was a thrill all its own.
Then his tongue was on her, hot and insistent, licking her folds, delving inside her, making her whimper.
His short beard prickled her sensitive flesh, a stark contrast to his soft tongue and firm lips.
She gripped his hair harder still, grinding herself against his face.
“If you won’t give me what I need, I’ll take it from you,” she threatened.
She barely had a chance to breathe when his tongue circled her bud and his lips closed over it, applying the most perfect pressure.
Aurora wanted it to last longer, this glorious sensation of his mouth on her and the feel of her magic not as a beast she had to control but as a part of her.
And when it responded to her desires by slowing Theron down without stopping him, she revelled in the ecstasy.
Aurora depleted her magical reserves faster than she would have liked.
It left her as swiftly as it had appeared, leaving her shaky and weak from more than just Theron’s attentions.
With just a little more pressure, her beastly husband forced her to the highest peak of desire and sent her tumbling over the edge.
His tongue eased her through the aftershocks as her heart hammered in her chest. Slowly, she released her death grip on his hair.
His breath was as ragged as hers, his eyes still wild. He’d given her what she’d wanted, sated her greed, let himself be used to slake her anger and lust. She supposed she could be generous. Mischief curled the corners of her lips.
“Theron?”
His golden gaze pinned her.
“Yes?”
She smiled. It was rather a lot of fun to lay traps she knew he would fall in to.
“Beasts don’t speak,” she said, running her hand through his hair and pulling once more. He groaned, his breath coming faster. He leaned into her punishing hold. “I suppose you’ll have to be disciplined again for not knowing your place.”
She saw a flicker of rebellion in his eyes.
“Kneel on the floor,” she commanded, her tone brooking no argument.
He slunk off the bed and did as she’d asked.
“Does your scalp hurt?”
He nodded.
“Good. Then free yourself from your trousers and pleasure yourself for me. I’ll be generous and let you use your hands.”
Theron blinked in surprise. Seeing him off balance was a wonderful tonic to the sensual teasing he’d laid on her earlier. She pressed further.
“If you put on a good enough show, I might allow you to lick me again.”
He wasted no time pulling his thick, swollen member from his trousers.
Triad, it was even bigger than she recalled.
As he pumped his length with his fist, his eyes devoured her, the promise of retribution plain on his face.
Aurora suppressed a shiver. As he neared his own climax, his breath became harsher, his deep, rumbling moans making her ache.
When he finally spent, she had to stop herself from appearing over-eager for what came next.
Instead, she spread her thighs.
“Lick.”
As if his tether had snapped, Theron lunged at her.
The next orgasm came hard and fast as he showed her no mercy.
The one after that, he tore from her as she gripped his hair once more.
By the time he’d wrung the last one from her thoroughly exhausted body, Aurora didn’t know who was in control any longer, just that she was a limp mess.
“E-enough. I can’t…” she whimpered.
He pressed kisses to her thighs as she trembled, humming happily.
“Has your greed been sated?” he asked, purring.
Aurora nodded as she caught her breath.
“And did you manage to connect with your magic?”
“Yes,” she whispered, still in shock over it.
“Then I believe tonight has been a scholarly success.”
Aurora snorted. Unrepentant, smirking bastard. It seemed he enjoyed rubbing it in her face. She sighed. If this is what it took to control her magic, she wasn’t certain she’d survive it. Her heart certainly wouldn’t. So much for resisting him.
Theron pressed his lips to her thigh before he got up and returned with a washcloth to clean her and then himself. She allowed him to hold her and snuggled close, letting herself believe it was all in the name of communing with her magic. He kissed her head and sighed contentedly.
“Your next lesson will cost you dearly, Aurora. I’m already looking forward to it,” Theron whispered.
Triad preserve her, so was she.