When I was four summers old, I was finally allowed to join my brothers’ lessons with the scholar. He handed me an empty scroll and a quill. It looked like a traxilla feather, but he showed me how to press the tip against the grasscloth paper so it made a mark.
I was immediately fascinated. I’d handled plenty of feathers and had never seen one that made marks before. So at the end of the lesson, I hid the quill in my sveli instead of returning it to the scholar. In the privacy of my room, I cracked it open to learn its secrets.
I learned nothing, only turned my hands black for a week. I was punished for every day it took for the ink to fade.
“There is nothing to see,” I tell her, sliding my cock through her folds until her eyes squeeze shut and she’s panting syllables like she’s forgotten how to speak in sentences. Better.
Without stopping my movements, I hold both her wrists above her head to stop her clawing at my clothes. Then I bracemyself over her, thrusting against her welcoming softness until she’s moaning and begging.
“Please, I want it. I need it.”
Pleasure curls in balls, imagining my bite scarring her shoulder, my seed splashed across her belly. I lean down to taste her skin. “Need what, pet?”
“You. Inside me.” Her breath quickens, eyelids fluttering as she bends her neck. So easy to defeat.
Too easy. I think my clever little mate must want to be defeated. All her lies and manipulation were designed to keep us together. She might conspire against me, but if she does it with her perfect little cunt open, I can’t complain.
“My teeth or my cock?” I ask, testing both against her.
“Both.Please.” Her heels press into the backs of my thighs, drawing me close enough that the head of my cock slips inside her.
Frix, the feel of her. The tight clutch of her body, the scent of her skin. All better than I could have imagined. If she opened her eyes right now, she would see to my center, because in this moment, I am nothing but naked need.
I let my teeth go, releasing them from their small cage to find a home in her flesh. At the same time, my cock sinks into her core, letting gravity do the work until I’m caught in the binding of her limbs, lost in the taste of her blood.
Trapped.
Chapter 23
Lena
My shoulder throbs like my clit, missing his mouth the moment it’s gone. He did it. He claimed me. Marked me as his. And I think it’s made him go feral, the way he’s growling and cursing, hand squeezing my wrists until they ache.
“Thank you. I love you,” I tell him over and over, holding him tight against me with my legs so he can’t retreat any further. Tugging my wrists out of his grip, I stroke his back until he calms down.
“I hate you,” he murmurs in my ear when he stops cursing. He buries his thick cock as deep as he can go. The stretch feels so good, but I wish I could take all of him. Maybe then he’d stop resenting me. He pulls back and drives in again. “I hate how you tame me. The way make me weak. I hate what I would sacrifice for you.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” Tears leak out of the corners of my eyes. Why does he feel so right to me when I feel so wrong to him? I know he doesn’t hate me. He hates that he loves me, though. I’d hoped that claiming me would make him feel better about it, but I guess it didn’t.
“Don’t think you’re special.” His voice gets ragged as he sinks in, a little deeper this time, nudging up against a dull point of pleasure inside me that I didn’t know existed. “I hate everyone.”
He’s lying, but it still stings. Maybe I’m feeling oversensitive because I let Unnu take the comm, and now I’m not sure that was a good idea. He seemed genuine in his desire to help, so I trusted him. Lyro’s dismay was a surprise and made me second-guess myself. Was I too quick to trust? Maybe so. Maybe that’s why my heart’s so banged up.
“You’re not special, either. ’Cause I love everyone.”Nobody the way I love you, though.I don’t say it, but I try and show him with my body, digging my nails into his back and squeezing his cock until he drags it out of me with a groan, baring his teeth at me.
“I hate you for that, too,” he hisses. “You give your affection away like it’s nothing, when no one is worthy of it.”
“Everyone deserves to be loved.”
“You’re making my cock shrivel.” He slides his very hard cock into me again, proving his lie and hitting that spot that steals my thoughts at the same time. He ducks his head down to lick the tiny trickle of blood running down my neck from his bite. His groan at the taste sends a cascade of heat over me, contracting my nipples to sharp points.
I say the only words I can think of right now. “I love you.”
Deep inside me, he swells and pulses, sinking in until he bottoms out. He’s so close and my words are pushing him closer. I arch up against him, rubbing my clit against the base of his cock. “I love you,” I say again, and feel him react with his whole body. I can’t help smiling. “I love you.”
“Why do you torture me like this?” he mutters into my neck. His hips move almost involuntarily, jerking into a taut rhythm that fuels us both. It feels so good.Wefeel so good. “What did I do to deserve this punishment?”
“How is this a punishment?” I ask, laughing and clinging to him and matching him thrust for thrust. But he doesn’t answer,and in the end, it doesn’t matter. I’ll be his bad thing if that’s what it takes for us to be together.
