She walks into view. A slow smile ghosts across my lips as I withdraw the small vial from my coat pocket. I may not haveall the ingredients for the full elixir yet—but I do have enough to mimic his voice. Enough to whisper to her in the one tongue she'll never doubt.
My little dove, you have no idea how easily you offered yourself up to me.
I trace our initials into the fogged window: The curve of the L curling around the straight, dominant stroke of the T.
She starts her bath.
I drag the hunting knife across my palm and smear the blood into the runes the grimoire instructed me to draw across my neck. Power shudders through me the moment I swallow the draught. My eyes roll back—something ice-cold and foreign crawls up my throat. When I speak, it’s not my voice that answers. “Saelûn.” Andrik’s rumble and exact timbre spill out. I smile. She’ll never know the difference.
“You look miserable, Saelûn,”
She moves, instinctively. The sound pulls her in.
“Keep your eyes closed for me.”
I hate using his word for her, but if I want this to work, I have to sound like him. I move closer to the window. She’s just inches away from me, naked and aroused.
“It’s just me,” I murmur. “I didn’t want to leave you alone.”
She sits up slowly, water rolling down her skin in rivulets. Fuck me. Her breasts are on full display. Bare and glistening in the dim light. The curve of them makes my breath stutter. The soft swell. The way her nipples bead from the cold air spilling through the open window.
My cock throbs. I palm myself, teeth gritted against a groan as her thighs shift beneath the surface.
I talk her into playing a game with me, hopefully she keeps her eyes closed like I told her to.
“I want you to call me Tyrian.”
“Is that a Vraksûn word?”
I have to bite my tongue to keep the laugh from falling out.
“... Yes.” I chuckle softly. “It means purple.”
All the nights of Lumi using her purple vibrator flash through my mind.
“Okay.. Tyrian.”
My hips jerk at the sound of her using my nickname. It’s not as good as her saying my real name, but it’ll do for now.
I won’t leave her hanging like he did. My girl’s gonna cum for me.
“I want you to spread your legs for me,” I rasp.
She listens.
The grip on my cock tightens as her thighs part, trembling in the water. I want to smash the glass between us more than I’ve ever wanted anything before.
“Touch yourself for me,” I murmur. “Slow. Just the way I know you do when you think of me.”
She hesitates for a split second. But her fingers slide down, parting herself. Dipping into the heat, I can’t reach... yet.
My jaw clenches, eyes glued to her hand as it moves.
“Fuck. Just like that, Lumi. Slow circles. Think of my hands instead of yours. My tongue.” I whisper, voice shaking with need.
Her hips shift, grinding against her own touch. Small gasps escape her lips, each one more wrecked than the last.
I want to touch her so fucking bad.
