“I did.” I lean down, brushing my lips against his. “Turns out that part of the bond works both ways too.”
He could break free. I know he could. But he doesn’t.
“Saelûn,” he rasps.” What are you doing?”
“Giving you what you gave me,” I wink, reaching between us and positioning him at my entrance. “Seems only fair.”
I sink down onto him slowly, and his hips buck off the ground.
“Thrahk! Lumi?—”
“Listen up, Bambi.” I place my hands on his chest, holding him down. “You’re going to take what I give you this time.”
He growls softly.
“Please.” He pulls against the vines. “I need to touch you, Saelûn.”
“No.” I rise up slowly, until his tip is barely inside me, then sink all the way back down. “Not yet.”
He’s completely at my mercy. This powerful, massive beast—bound by vines and his own refusal to break them.
“Lumina’ka, please?—”
“Please, what?” I roll my hips, taking him deeper.
“Let me touch you. Let me—thrahk?—”
“Not until I say, ” I moan.
I ride him torturously slow, watching every expression that crosses his face. His jaw is clenched tight, muscles bulging beneath his skin. His claws rake through the moss beside him as he struggles not to break free.
“You’re doing so well,” I praise, rolling my hips. “Look how good you’re being for me.”
“Please,” he pants. “Lumi, I’m trying—I’m trying so hard?—”
“I know you are.” I rise up until just his tip is inside me. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
He makes a desperate sound, hips bucking up, trying to get deeper.
“Ah ah.” I scold, lifting off completely. “Be patient, rhûen’ka.”
“I can’t, Lumi. You don’t understand,” his voice crackles. “I can’t be patient when you’re right there. Your scent—thrahk. It’s choking me.”
“Yes you can.” I sink back down slowly, and his eyes roll back. “Because you’re going to do what I say, isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” he chokes out.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Andrik,” I murmur. “My sweet mate.” His glowing eyes are locked on mine.
“I’m yours—” He chokes on the words. “Always have been yours. Just please?—”
I lean down, my lips brushing his ear. “Beg to touch me Andrik”
He snarls.
“Please, Lumi. Please let me touch you. I need—I need.”
His scent surrounds me—desperation and pure need—and it makes me wild.
