“Yes,” I whispered, totally distracted from my internal thoughts by his soft lips brushing the sensitive skin beneath my ear. I tilted my head, giving him access—and permission. A loud groan escaped my parted lips when he grazed his fangs on my skin. Fuck me, I wanted to melt into a puddle at his feet at the promise of those fangs in my neck. Did he really think I was good enough for him? As a Fae and a shifter, his bite meant becoming his—forever. I had never even considered that we might have afuture, and my heart jumped at the possibility. The shift of his hand to wrap lightly around my neck under my jaw pulled me out of my worry and back to him—to his touch.
“What would I do to someone who disrespects my home?”
I couldn’t think straight when he was brushing light kisses over my ear, his breath hot and making me shiver with pleasure.
“I-I…I don’t know…Punish them?” What was the question again?
His hands held me in place as he ground his now very obvious and very impressive erection against the curve of my backside.
My wolf perked up, suddenly interested in the emotions running through me. Was this really happening? The gorgeous, unattainable shifter I’d hidden a storm of feelings from for so many years was blanketing me with his body, the scent of his desire sending my senses reeling. I groaned, pushing back into his seductively rolling pelvis, my eyes fluttering closed.
“Stone…”
“Shh, no talking.” His lips granted me small teasing kisses across the sensitive shell of my ear, his tongue driving me wild as he kissed and licked along my jaw. Tortured, needy sounds came from me but were muffled as the tingle of magic touched my mouth. My eyes flew open at the strange sensation.
His chuckle was deep and so very sinful as he slid in front of me, his eyes hooded and shining with lust. “Like I said, no talking…” He was joking, right? I couldn’t talk, not when all that intense Fae attention, burning with desire, was fixed on me and addling my brain. That intensity only increased, my skin on fire as he leaned in and brushed his lips over mine. He did it again and again until I grabbed his hair and slammed my mouth to his. His eyes fluttered shut, and a deep groan rumbled from him as I took and took. It didn’t take long until he gained the upper hand, winding his fingers through my hair and angling my headto deepen the slide of our mouths. When his tongue skated along mine, I had to grab onto his shoulders just to stay on my feet. My body melted, my legs unsteady at the taste and feel of him owning me with just a kiss. Our ragged breaths fused as our tongues and teeth clashed. I never wanted it to stop. The world faded away, and for the first time in my life, my soul settled. Home. My fingers curled into his skin, holding him tightly, and I almost wished I could climb inside him just to get closer.
It was Stone who pulled away. “No…” he panted, a slight smirk on his lips when I tried to chase his lips with mine. He cupped my face with one big hand, his other holding tightly to my hip. His eyes flashed with purple lightning in their grey, stormy depths as his thumb traced over my bottom lip. Holding his gaze, I sucked his thumb inside my mouth, flicking my tongue over it.
His face darkened, his nostrils flaring. “Fuck, I lose my mind around you. We’re going to play now, Butterfly.I want to make you feel good. But before I do, you need to know that I will never hurt you.”
“I know. I trust you.” And I did. Completely.
My gasp was lost to his magic as purple mist danced around my arms. My heart started racing. I absolutely trusted Stone with my life, yet I couldn’t help the frisson of fear that shivered through me. As if sensing it, he swiftly cupped the back of my head and rested his forehead on mine. His wolf and Fae side battled for dominance in his irises. They flicked in a fascinating rhythm from vivid silver to purple, his canines sharper and longer than ever. As soon as his forehead touched mine, my anxiety settled.
He pulled gently on his magical ties, but it was only to get my attention, he didn’t tighten them. “I like to be in control, to dominate during sex but I will not do it unless you agree, and I will never force you to do anything you don’t want or like.” Hetook a shaky breath, his gaze boring into mine, but his eyes, his whole face, softened with a tenderness that made my heart flip. While we play, you have to be clear about what you like or don’t like, especially after your….revelations earlier.”
He brushed his lips against mine.
“I assumed you would want to be in control, but is that something you will want every time?” My voice was shakier than I liked, but no matter how far I’d come, I still had a past that had been stained with non-consensual and abusive sex. Except, I knew this was vastly different. This situation wasn’t anything like that, and Stone was nothing like those bastards. Besides, I was self-aware enough to feel a part of me relax as soon as he’d taken control, and so had my wolf, confirming what I’d always thought about her true nature. She wasn’t necessarily an Omega, but I definitely wasn’t the Alpha I pretended to be.
The ripped muscle over his chest and arms was covered in a sheen of sweat, and wildness glinted in his eyes, yet he was still in complete control. Tattoos rippled as he moved.Brotherhood.Strength. Loyalty. Bravery. Wrath.All were written in Fae symbols, and the way those pretty symbols wrapped over his arms and chest made my mouth dry.
“ Not all the time. You are a strong female, Butterfly, and you have fought hard every day of your life to survive in a male-dominated world, but when I had to bring you through the portal, and you were unconscious, your wolf submitted to mine.” His fingers tightened a little in my hair, but his kiss at the corner of my mouth was as gentle as any I’d ever felt. The stinging pain and soft touch warred in my brain. The satisfaction flashing in his eyes told me he knew it, too. “When I take decisions away from you because you’re struggling with them, you relax. I want to give you what you need, which is an immense amount of pleasure, and to remove any worries about how you’re going to get it or your safety while you do.” The fingers of his free handbrushed over my taught nipples that ached under the material of my shirt.
“I want to touch you.” My words were a needy whisper.
He dropped a chaste kiss on my lips, his voice gravel. “Fuck, baby, I’m already so turned on, if you touch me, I’m going to lose control. And this isn’t about me. Not this time.”
Not this time? That meant there would be other times, and my heart skipped, a little more trust in his promises of a future together solidifying. My gut tightened, my breaths grew heavy with that realisation.
He kissed me again, like being so close to me made his iron self-control slip. Our chests heaved when he pulled away. “Christ, I’m so turned on seeing you caught in my magic, waiting for me to give you pleasure, to know that I alone control it.” His lips trailed down my neck, sending delicious shivers through me. “Is that what you want? For me to command your gorgeous body?”
All I could do was groan as a wave of lust made my whole body shake.
He pulled back, a slow, feral grin stretching his beautiful mouth. “I thought so. But remember, you hold all the cards. You’re safe with me. Understand?”
I nodded as he used his magic to raise my arms until they were caught above my head. Dragging my bottom lip between my teeth, I stopped my demand for him to fuck me right then and taunt him into losing control. That would only earn me the kind of edging I’d read about in those hot romance books I’d been reading. And that wasn’t something I wanted.
“I would say relax and enjoy this, and you will enjoy it—eventually, but you’re going to be cursing me to hell and back before I’m done.”
I tensed, my heart pounding and my internal muscles clenching at his dark and delicious threat. “Why, what are you going to do…?”
He stepped close, running his fingertips over my face before his gaze seared down my body. “So beautiful. But entirely too clothed.”
Claws punched through his nail beds, his wildness emerging as his features sharpened, becoming even more beautiful and defined. Cool air caressed my skin as he sliced through my clothes, not marking my skin even slightly. He gripped the remnants, making me groan at the look in his eyes as he tore them away from my skin. My nipples pebbled from the caress of cool air, aching viciously until he tweaked them to just the right side of pain. My hips punched forward, begging for some friction on my aching centre.
Stone took a step back to admire my nakedness. His face changed, becoming sterner and colder, and a dark chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Not yet. You need to learn what is disrespectful in Fae culture, and when you walked out without eating the food that Finchley prepared for you this morning, that counted as extremely disrespectful. You already said I should punish anyone who does that…disrespects me.”
