I wanted more than just to kill him.
I wanted to taste and to feel him—to know him—before I killed him.I wanted him buried to the hilt inside me.
“That’s where you’re wrong,my prisoner.Whether you want it or not,you are mine.”
A shiver racked the length of my body.I pretended it was from the cold, but it wasn’t.I wasn’t cold anymore.
Based on the way his dick bulged behind the ties of his pants, he wasn’t fooled.
He leaned lower.
Until his lips were close enough to mine to kiss.
I inched forward.
He did the same.
And when our breaths came rapidly, mingling, I jerked my mouth to his—and bit his lower lip hard enough to tear it, relishing the sensation of ripping the delicate skin.
His blood, only a few drops, dripped onto my tongue.
Chapter35
The Very Physical Embodiment of Temptation
The feral bitch had bitten him!
A flash of ire zipped through his pumping blood as he stepped beyond her reach.
How dare she?Didn’t she realize he was trying to be merciful?Didn’t she understand that he didn’twantto kill anymore, and hadn’t for a very long time?If he showed leniency, it would be interpreted as weakness, and he’d have to be more brutal the next time he faced his opponents in battle to make up for it.
Even here, locked away in this miserable castle with his friends, there was still the staff who’d never pretended to answer to him.In the Opalese, eyes and ears were always watching, always eavesdropping, always trading in tidbits of information, trying to gain advantage.
Alobaz was obviously a fool when it came to his prisoner, but he wasn’t when it came to Mauldrene.He didn’t trust a single one of her lurking shadows.
With gentle fingertips, he dabbed the tear in his lip.His fingers came away bloody.He studied the blood, how it glistened a deep, dark, enticing red in the lumoonlight.Even his own blood fascinated him, part of his sänglure nature he couldn’t deny.It drew him, tantalized him, made him desire.Made him subservient, at times, to its demands.
He licked his lips, tasting his own blood.Only when he felt his prisoner’s attention trailing his tongue around his mouth did he look back at her.
Oh.Oh my.
His prisoner was back to panting, her laden breaths emulating the rhythms of sex.If he closed his eyes, he would all too easily conjure the image of her stunning body naked and on top of him while she rode him.Scorchit, it was happening even with his eyes wide open, which he wouldn’t—couldn’t—drag from her.
She sat once more on the bed, but this time she leaned back, her skirts hiked up so that the fabric bared her thighs to his ravenous scrutiny.Her legs were long, lean, and smooth, indented with muscles.They opened and closed, wafting the titillating scent of her arousal in his direction.It overpowered all other smells of the room, the largest and nicest in the dungeons, probably built with aristocratic prisoners in mind.
He watched her legs open and close, open and close, and then again, and again—and again.As if in a stupor, he eventually dragged his stare up her body, pausing on the plump swells of her breasts.He indulged in a brief fantasy of taking each one into his mouth, sucking on each nipple until she cried out in ecstasy.
He’d been hard practically since he entered the room and smelled her desire everywhere.Then, it had been an annoyance.He shouldn’t be so weak as to want the woman who’d tried to murder him—really!Now, his dick throbbed so hard it had a pulse all its own.His desire for her was becoming a real problem.He had to concentrate to keep from walking over to her.His feet kept lifting from the floor, angling to move forward.
Slowly, so fucking enticingly, she drew her wet tongue along her lips.They glistened, shining a bright cherry-red even in the dim lumoonlight.No whore Alobaz had ever taken to bed had been more enticing, not even fully nude, putting on a show, using every ploy in a prostitute’s arsenal.
Alobaz understood right then that no woman more alluring existed in all the Opalese.
Even with the dampening collar secure around her delicate neck, even stripped of her many weapons, his prisoner was the most dangerous woman he’d ever met.She licked and licked her lips.He watched and watched, listening to the smooth glide of tongue against soft, cherry skin, smelling his blood on her mouth, on her tongue.
Her eyes … by the Ethers, her fucking eyes.They were glazed with need and pinned on him, as if there were nothing in all the world she wanted more than she desired him.
It was intoxicating.
