His fingers move inside of me again, and I bite down on my lip to stifle my moan. Blood rushes back into my hand as Kai releases it, only to grip my neck once more. There is no pain, only perfect pleasure, and I want to despise that it comes from him, like he said. That my legs are dripping with my arousal, and that his fingers are soaked with it. That he is the cause. But I can’t. Not when he’s touching me like he’s somehow seen into my mind and knows every dark fantasy I’ve always wanted to try but never trusted a partner enough to explore.
I ignore where the rest of those thoughts lead.
“Beg, Bahira.”
I could free myself and walk away right now. I could pretend this never happened and vow to never repeat it. Ishoulddo that because, if I’m honest with myself, I’m already too invested in whatever this is between us. Instead, I give him what I know he truly wants from me. Not submission but an intensity that matches his own.
“No.” I wait until his rumble of annoyance travels down my spine before I reach behind me and palm his cock over the fabric of his trousers. He’s impossibly hard, and I groan at the size of him against my hand. “Of course, you’re fucking huge,” I seethe.
Kai lets out a noise that is somewhere between a laugh and a grunt of surprise as he resumes pumping his fingers—the pace brutal and pressure unyielding. “You’re a defiant creature,” he snarls. His teeth scrape along my shoulder, sending shivers over my body.
My orgasm builds, climbing higher as heat singes me from within. I continue to stroke him, squeezing more tightly as his other hand does the same around my throat. His breathing falters, the rush of it loud near my ear where his mouth still lingers at the base of my neck.
“Oh gods,” I gasp, my thighs involuntarily clenching together right as Kaibitesdown on me. Pain mingles with satisfaction as my climax rushes through me. My eyes slam closed, white spots flaring behind my lids while I shout out into the room.
Kai lifts his head, his cock twitching against my palm. “That was a much better use of that pretty mouth.” He licks over his bite as he pulls his fingers out of me, bringing them in front of us.
I quickly spin to face him, wrapping my hand around the back of his head and forcing his lips to mine. Our kiss is a hot and vicious clashing of our tongues and teeth, and I use the moment to quickly untie the laces of his trousers. Once they are loosened, I smirk against his lips.
“That’s the least of what this mouth can do.” Dropping to my knees, my fingers hook into the sides of his trousers, and I slide them down enough to free his cock.
“Bahira—”
“Suck your fingers into your mouth,” I command as I wrap one hand around him, the other digging once more into his thigh. The heat of him invades my senses, everything coiling tightly until I’m nearly trembling with crazed desire. He stares down at me, his fingers still frozen in front of his face. “Do it, Kai.”
The use of his name draws a deep sound from him, and the moment his fingers brush his lips, I lick the bead of cum off the tip of his cock. We both moan, his salty flavor blanketing my tongue and unleashing me fully. I pump my hand as I tease him, flicking my tongue and gliding my lips over his tip. His fingers curl into my hair, far more gently than I want them to. Sucking him into my mouth, I move in tandem with my hand up and down every perfect thick inch of him. His hips begin to rock with the movement, but I can tell everything is still restrained. He’s holding back like he doesn’t think I can handle him.
I drag my tongue on the underside of his cock before my mouth leaves him altogether. “I will not make you beg,” I say, my breath ghosting over his glistening head while my fist pumps him harder and faster. “But youwillfuck my face like you mean it, or I’ll leave you hard for me and walk right out that door.”
He makes a choked sound before his hand tightens in my hair and he guides my mouth back to his cock, submitting tomycommand. Kai is relentless, unfaltering, the size of him making me gag as saliva spills down my chin. And, gods, it’s fuckingperfect. I hum in pleasure at his taste, the vibration making him quicken his pace. Sliding my hand from his thigh to under his shirt, my nails dig into the warm skin of his abdomen. His muscles tighten, the impending orgasm evident in the way his hand loosens its hold on my hair so I can remove him from my mouth if I want. I suck him down harder, hollowing out my cheeks. My own desire grows savage at the way he groans in approval.
“Fuck.Fuck, Bahira.” Heady warmth coats my mouth and throat, his cock throbbing as he grunts and jerks his hips to completion. His chest heaves as he watches me draw off of him slowly and swallow, wiping my mouth off with the back of my hand. He helps me to stand before pulling me flush against his chest, his lips sealing over mine and tongue exploring my mouth. The taste of me still lingers on his lips as I’m sure his remains on mine.
The way this male kisses is like lightning striking a forest. I’m completely consumed, unable to fight off the spark of heat and turbulent passion that is left in his wake. When we have to stop and catch our breaths, Kai tucks himself back into his pants.
“It’s a bit ironic to be in this position, isn’t it? Considering the last time fingers covered with my arousal were between us, you were furious. You must really hate this situation,” I jest, running my fingers through my mussed hair.
Kai huffs out a breath, the corner of his mouth lifting the smallest amount—a crack in his stone armor. “I thought you were taken then. And yes, youareinfuriating and stubborn, like a thorn beneath my skin that I can’t quite dig out.”
I scoff, my hands going to my hips.
“But I do not hate this,” he says, gesturing idly between us. “And I do not hate you. I amgratefulthat you are here. That you are trying to help with the blight.”
I don’t know how long it’s been since I felt butterflies in my stomach over something a male said to me, but I have to fight the urge to lay my hand on top of my lower abdomen when the sensation blooms. “Well, I too find you nearly intolerable. But more like when you step in animal feces and can’t quite get rid of the smell.” My words get his lips to curl even more, and that thrill returns—the one I only felt before when I riled him up. “For what it’s worth, I don’t hate you either. At least, not fully.” I certainly didn’t hate what we just did either.
Kai chuckles, satisfaction rolling through me at the sound. “Fair enough, Princess.”
“My offer stands,” I say, watching as his shoulders tense. “If you aren’t too stubborn to take it, that is.”
“Tua has a system for handling the things I am not capable of.”
“Who has told you that you aren’t capable?”
Kai runs a hand through his hair, settling his features into stoicism once more. “Stop. You’ve been here for hardly a few weeks and act as if it is your job to fix anything other than the problem I’ve brought you here to work on.”
Rolling my eyes, I point a finger at his chest. “How can I even attempt to fix the magic problem when the people suffering are too afraid to speak up about it? Because they don’t trust you or are afraid of the rebels attacking them?”
His eyes snap to mine as his jaw clenches, a muscle fluttering along his neck.
