“Tie your hands behind your back.”
Vines slithered up his spine like they’d heard me, wrapping around his wrists with deliberate care. He could touch my wings at the end, but right now, I wanted him to feel what I was doing to him.
I leaned over, lips brushing his as I whispered, “You beg so beautifully, Van. It makes me want to reward you over and over again.”
Spreading my legs as I stood over him, I positioned myself above his cock. He tried to lift his head, to watch, but I clamped my hand around his throat.
“Ah ah, my Van. This time you feel, not see.”
The desperate ache in his face was intoxicating. I moved slowly, deliberately lowering myself onto him, keeping our gazes locked. The moment his cock touched my entrance, his eyes rolled back.
“Eyes on me.” My voice cracked like a whip.
They flew open, revealing that vivid, endless jade that had always held secrets. How had I not seen this sooner? The love, the loyalty. He craved me. Respected me. I’d thought we were just relieving stress, but now I saw the truth. Every word, every look had always been meant to soothe, to worship.
But this time, it was abouthim.
I sank down slowly, kneeling over him now, letting his cock fill me inch by inch. I clenched harder when those diamonds scraped against my inner walls, and although it was difficult not to come, I held steady for him.
Once he was fully seated, l let us stay like this for a moment, letting him feel me. Letting us settle into the truth of what this was.
Then I rose up and slammed back down.
His eyes went wide. I pushed my thumb up beneath his chin and began kissing down his throat as I moved up and down in slow, purposeful, devastating strokes. His moans, ragged and raw, filled the room.
All my other mates watched. Their gazes burned into my skin, but I stayed focused on Van. This was about tearing him apart.
My rhythm grew faster, my thrusts harder. I bit and sucked at his neck as his arms strained behind him, resisting the urge to break free.
He didn’t. He knew I’d be disappointed. Instead, he gave me every sound, every cry, every trembling piece of himself.
We were both so close. I could feel us tightening, the heat building like pressure behind a dam.
I lifted him upright by the throat, wrapping my arms around him as I bounced on his cock, fucking him harder and faster.
The diamonds inside me made me delirious. My body convulsed around him. His face flushed, his eyes glazed with lust.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
He nodded, barely able to move.
Gripping his hair, I crashed my lips onto his. Teeth, tongues, and lips collided in a primal kiss as we went over the edge.
Coming together, we moaned into each other’s mouths. Sweat slicked our skin, and it was the most sensual, loving moment I’d ever experienced.
Something shifted, a snap sounded, and then his arms circled me tight, locking me against his chest as he fingered my wings with a delicate touch.
“I love you, Ni,” he whispered against my lips. His voice was shaky. Bare. Real.
“I love you, too, Van,” I whispered back, meaning every word.
A dark, sensual voice ghosted against my ear, velvet danger lacing every word.
“Oh, my star, you haven’t forgotten about me, right?”
Van glared over my shoulder, his cock still twitching inside me, but I knew Ras was right. I had enough of his magic buzzing in my system to take one more.
I lifted my arms, and Ras was there, catching me effortlessly. Van’s fingers trailed down my thighs, reluctant, clinging, like they wanted to pull me back into his lap. I whimpered at the loss of Van’s pretty, pierced cock before Ras turned me with a hungry smirk and lifted one of my legs, spearing into me in a single deep stroke.
