50. Chapter Forty-Eight #2
“Then stop holding back and take your pleasure with mine. Why won’t you?
Is it because of my inexperience? Do you think that makes me—a silly little mortal virgin—unworthy of your godlike prowess?
” My voice was starting to rise along with my irritation.
I could feel my cheeks flaming under his hooded gaze.
I could feel his hard length against my stomach, evidence that he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. None of this was tracking.
His eyes darkened as he brought the hand still wet with my desire to my throat and applied pressure.
“My stubborn, naughty girl. Do we need to work on your listening skills? I’m the one who isn’t worthy of you.
And besides that, you were crying in my arms merely hours ago, I will not allow you to make this decision when your emotions are consuming you like this. ”
His eyes flashed as they burned holes into mine, and I saw a flicker of something else there, a specific kind of guardedness. He wasn’t being completely truthful with me. There were other reasons for his denial, and I intended to pull out every last one of them.
I narrowed my eyes. “Give me the real reasons, Tairngire. Not just the convenient ones.”
He chuckled and looked up at the ceiling before fixing his stare back onto me. “Oh, Little Seer. Your intelligence is one of the reasons I’m irrevocably obsessed with you, but it is entirely inconvenient right now.”
Ha. So I was right. I held back my urge to smirk at myself and let out another frustrated sound instead.
If he wanted to play these games? Fine. I tried to shove him off, but my efforts were futile.
He was a rock, unmovable, and he had just said he was obsessed with me.
I couldn’t help but feel something about that.
Before I could snap back at him, he grabbed my wrists and pinned both above my head again, reminding me exactly who was in control. He leaned his head down so his forehead touched mine.
“I love it when you try to push me away. It’s cute, really.”
I swear I could feel steam coming out of my ears. He let out a sigh that could rival all sighs and then surprised me with his next words. “I’m going to offer you a deal now.”
I arched a curious brow despite the anger sluicing through my veins. “Oh?”
“Yes.”
He pulled back then, his eyes darting back and forth between mine. “I will tell you about my reasons for restraint…after we’ve secured the Iron Vein tomorrow. I will tell you anything and everything you wish to know. Then, I’ll let you decide if you still want this. With me.”
I sucked in a breath, waiting for the inevitable ‘but’ I knew was coming. “And what are your terms?”
His grin was downright feral. “You’re going to lie here and be my good, pliant little mortal Seer while I make you come on my hand, my tongue again, and again…
and again. Until you’re a useless, needy disaster in my arms, begging me to stop.
You’re going to take everything I give you and when I’m done, you’re going to thank me by kneeling before your god, dripping in the result of your own desire, ready to take my cock into your defiant mouth and down your adorable little throat until tears fall from those pretty eyes of yours. ”
He trailed the back of his knuckles down my cheek and brushed his lips against mine. “Those are my terms. Do you agree to them, Aurenya?”
Oh…fuck.
I let out a whimper, unable to form a coherent thought after whatever….that was. There was something seriously wrong with me, because my desire for him only grew with his filthy words.
I gulped, imagining the things that Brannach would say if he knew where I was…
what I was doing, who I was with. He would call me disgusting…
.a sexual deviant. I’d heard him use those words when one of the temple acolytes was caught in a compromising position in the library, her lips around a half-born man’s cock between the shelves.
Brannach had made an example of her, stating that she was to be punished in the name of the Old Gods.
Sex was meant for reproduction and reproduction only, seeking pleasure in other ways was a sin of the highest degree.
And here I was, the sacred Seer of the seven realms, underneath a god, a divine who was worshipped by the very temple that chained me, asking permission to worship me in exchange for information that I desperately wanted.
I forgot about all of the reasons why I shouldn’t want any of this, I was a complete and total slave to my desire—my traitorous body feeling things I was told I’d never be allowed to feel.
The High Priestess would have called this a distraction, a weakness.
But all I felt was power. I’d finally broken free of my shackles, and it was all thanks to the opportunities this infuriating, beautiful god had given me.
He’d whisked me away from the duty that was drowning me, armed me with tools and weapons to actually make a difference.
To fight for the realms with a blade in my hands and fire in my chest.
This was the same god who had just made me a deal where I couldn’t possibly lose, because I wanted everything he was offering me on both ends of his deal. His truths, his secrets…and his desire. For the first time in a very, very long time—I was rendered speechless.
Tairngire pinched my cheeks with his fingers, tilting my head up to meet his eyes. “Mm, what was that? Where did all that sweet fire go? When you were begging to take my pleasure into your hands?” He tilted his head, amusement reflecting in his eyes. “Use. Your. Words.”
I pursed my lips, cocking my head to the side like I was deep in thought, considering his proposal. Even though I’d already made up my mind, I wanted to make him sweat a little.
His mouth curved upwards like he knew exactly what I was doing.
“I suppose I can live with those terms.” I conceded with a demure shrug of my shoulders.
He tsk’d twice before pulling my bottom lip between his teeth.
“I hope you’re so very proud of yourself,” he purred, giving me a glimpse of that delicious half smile I hated that I loved so much.
“Because that right there has officially been added to the already very long list of offenses that you will need to atone for.”
“Excuse me?”
Tairngire bit my neck then. Hard. I yelped, startled by the pain and surprised at the heat that shot down my spine with the feeling of his teeth against my skin. He soothed the sting with a flick of his tongue.
“Your manners are still horrendous, Little Seer. The appropriate response would have been something along the lines of thank you for the opportunity to serve you, my god and savior.
I glowered at him, he damn well knew that those words were unlikely to leave my mouth. My attitude wasn’t going anywhere simply because he’d promised to give me real answers for once.
He chuckled and I felt the rumble of it brushing along my collarbone now. “Mm. We’ll work on that.”
His mouth moved down to my chest, his tongue circling one of my nipples in lazy circles, drawing a disgruntled sound from my throat.
“You see,” he spoke between flicks of his tongue, “bad girls get punished.”
He grabbed my other nipple between his fingers and pinched, making me cry out from the pain, but also sent sparks of pleasure between my thighs, causing me to press them together.
“You’ll learn.”
He made his way lower, his tongue guiding his trail further south in a path down my stomach. He growled as he wrenched my legs apart and inhaled.
“You will not hide what’s rightfully mine This is all for me, and I am a god who will not be denied.”
His eyes snapped up to mine, hard and unrelenting before softening just a fraction. “But you will tell me if anything I do becomes too much for you to handle, and I will stop. Immediately. Nod if you understand.”
I hesitated a moment, but then I nodded. I trusted him, even with his secrets, because he had just promised to share them all with me if I just gave him tonight, and I wanted tonight. Whatever he was willing to give.
What could possibly go wrong?
Before I could say any of that out loud his tongue was right there, lapping at my sensitive flesh with a delirious slowness that caused my eyes to roll back.
I would never get used to the feel of him devouring me.
The shame that I’d felt earlier was now replaced with an insatiable need for him.
I was once again close to that precipice, the same place I’d gone to every time he’d been down… there.
He moaned as he tasted me, like a man starved. Oh, gods…I was going to…to—
In the flash of a second I was flipped so that I was bent over Tairngire’s knees, his hand shoving my knees flush against the side of his thighs so that my bottom was in the air.
That’s when I felt a slap against my sensitive flesh.
I gasped at the rough contact after having been so close to coming undone on his tongue and being denied.
I thought he’d been cruel before, but this…
this was a new level of shame I hadn’t imagined experiencing even in my wildest dreams. Not only because he had just flipped me into a vulnerable position and struck me instead of giving me my release, but because I think I liked it.
I started to breathe heavier, letting the shame burn my cheeks, feeling all of it, tears threatening to spill as I imagined what my wards would say to me if they knew about any of this.
I continued to take deep breaths, until I felt another slap against my backside, this time, harder.
“Tairngire!” I squeaked, he let out a low laugh in response.
“Shh, you can take it."