I shook my head, trying to remember what I said. “What? No, I didn’t….” Did I?“Holy shit…”
His mouth enveloped my right nipple sucking more blood into the tip before he bit down, sending shots of sensation straight to my slick centre. A whimper escaped me when his tongue caressed the overly sensitive bud, soothing the sting.
My stomach flipped at the devious smirk that bared his sexy-as-hell fangs. “I’ve told you before that there are consequences for your actions. Besides, you told me to punish you, my Huntress, and I fully intend to do so. But as you’re stillrecovering, we must play safely. Have you used a safeword before?”
I blinked rapidly, trying to pull my scattered thoughts together. “N-no. Since I escaped my father, I’ve never let anyone else take control during sex.”
His stare was too intense to look at. I dropped my gaze. I doubted any of the men I’d willingly fucked in the past would have been interested in power plays. They wanted what I wanted, a quick release and no promises of tomorrow. I’d not let them fuck me; I’d been the one to ride them….until that last time when I’d been too damn drunk to remember anything. Fuck, I didn’t want to think about that….
“Hey.” Stone’s finger lifted my chin. “Come back to me. The past is the past, but from now on, we play safely, and that doesn’t just mean your body; it means your mind and your emotions, too. You understand? No matter what we’re doing, you will always have the power to stop me. If you say your safeword, I will stop immediately.”
I swallowed hard as he pulled back, giving me time to think. I hated it. Even that short distance between us. I wanted his heat back, his sinful mouth, his confident touch, and his beautiful body pressed up against me. Most of all, I wanted to hand myself over to him, craving his ability to let my mind go silent and fill it with only thoughts of him and what he was doing to me.
I met his gaze. “I trust you. And I really want this. I want you. I always have.”
His throat bobbed, his pupils enlarging, swallowing his irises until there was only a thin circle of purple-stained silver left. “Safeword?” he growled.
“Silver,” I said without hesitation. It was the colour of his eyes. They were my happy place. My safe place. They were what I thought about to ground myself in moments of utter panic, like on a mission if things were heating up and fear crept in or thelast thing I pictured at night. I blushed a little as he cocked his head, looking a little taken aback. I didn’t know why. It was a simple little word. Except it wasn’t.
“Silver?” His brows rose. “Any reason?”
Could I tell him? Make myself even more vulnerable? “It’s you.”
His eyes narrowed. “How do you know that? Wait, what do you mean?”
I swallowed against the sudden dryness in my throat. “You are my safe place.Youare silver. Your hair, your eyes, your wolf…”
“Fuck, Shan,” he whispered before his mouth descended on mine and devoured me, not letting me up for air until I was dizzy.
“I’m going to make you love every moment of this…,” he warned against my mouth as he kept on kissing me until my knees sagged. I wanted to touch him so badly that I yanked against my bonds.
“No. No touching—this time.” And he proceeded to drop open mouth kisses over every inch of my body, missing the slickest, most desperate part of me.
Chapter 16
Stone
Her groan and the way she threw her head back wantonly as my lips and tongue explored her skin almost broke my resolve. I wanted to start gently, testing her need for submission because as much as she pretended to be an Alpha, Shannon was nothing of the sort. She was strong and fierce but hid her true nature, believing it would keep her safe. It had, most of the time, but I suspected her father had known exactly what she was, which was why he’d found it easy to manipulate her young mind. She’d wanted to please him.
My soul mate was quite possibly an Omega. A misconception, especially among humans, was that Omega’s were physically weak and the punching bag for other shifters. They weren’t. It’s true they weren’t usually the strongest shifters, but it was more that they were susceptible to emotional exploitation and shied away from violence. They were also revered for being the diplomats and negotiators that brought peace to a pack. I almost huffed a laugh at that. Shannon was no diplomat. But I suspected her defensiveness and vicious survivalinstinct had more to do with her abuse than an actual inability to be diplomatic. She’d become a Shadow Sentinel after the defeat of the demon who’d threatened the mortal world, but even then, I guessed it had more to do with staying near her found family, perhaps even me, than wanting the violence that life meant.
Being an Omega wasn’t something most wolf shifters flaunted, especially if they weren’t with a pack that would treat them kindly, but Shannon was part of Connor’s pack, and he would never allow any abuse. Shannon had become a damned good agent, but it made me sad that she was unable to embrace her true nature. It must have been exhausting to constantly feel the need to be the badass bitch everyone expected. Well, no more. She deserved to be whoever the fuck she wanted.
Her body trembled as I dropped to my knees and took a firm hold of her hips. “Spread your feet wider.” I didn’t have to inject any extra dominance into my tone, not here in Faery. My wolf was stronger than ever from soaking up the latent magic of this world, but even he couldn’t drown out my true nature. I was Fae. And my wildness and magic were impossible to hide while in Faery.
Shannon whimpered, her pupils blown as she looked down at me.
My cock twitched, growing harder than ever as she immediately complied.
“Good girl.” I didn’t even try to hide my wolfish smile at her moan. “You like that? Being my good girl?”
Her hips bucked forward, searching for relief from the ache of her lust. I watched her brow furrow and fully expected her to tell me to fuck off. She didn’t. Her head tilted, and she gave a tentative nod. It was all I needed. My attention dropped to the glistening strip of trimmed pubic hair before me. My mouth watered, I wanted Shannon to be consumed by enough pleasure to obliterate all memory of any other lover. “Tell me what youwant most. My fingers.” I let go of one hip and trailed my forefinger up her inner thigh, this time sliding it through the slickness of her pussy and allowing my fingertip to circle her clit. “ My tongue.” I leaned closer and repeated the action with my tongue. Her mewls and whimpers were music to my ears. With a thought, the rest of my clothes disappeared, and I sat back, making sure she could see my erection jutting up towards her. It was engorged and throbbing, and I wanted nothing more than to sink into her softness, but this wasn’t about me. This was about showing Shannon that she couldn’t hide from me or herself anymore. I grabbed the base, squeezing hard before giving myself a couple of lazy tugs. “Or this?”
“All of it,” she snapped, her fire making my blood sing. She might be submissive, but she’d make me work for it. I grinned, flashing my sharper-than-usual canines.
“Good. But you were bad earlier, Butterfly. That means you only get what I want to give you.”
Wisely, she kept her mouth shut, but her glare said everything. I chuckled and slowly swiped my tongue between her folds, my whole being trembling at her taste. I’d nearly lost myself in her when I’d tasted her before; now, I never wanted anything but her sweetness on my tongue. I wanted to unleash my wildness, but that wasn’t going to happen today. She needed to know I was in control and that she could trust me. Her hips bucked forward, and I stretched my magic, lifting her arms higher until only her tiptoes were on the ground. I pulled back enough to see her eyes. “What’s your safeword, baby?”
