“What the hell was that?” Domanikk roars as he pushes me into the tent. He strides unsteadily to lean with one hand on the mantel above the fireplace, his other clutching the large jug of Fae Wine he has brought from the Gathering. His eyes are languid as he takes a large swing from the jug, the red liquid escaping to slosh down onto his white shirt, blooming like diluted blood.
“What do you mean?” My voice comes out smaller than I intend. He sways as he lowers the jug, his movements loose and unpredictable in a way I’ve never seen before. Cold prickles across my skin, and I can’t stop the tremor that runs through me.
“You looked like you wanted to reach down Reth’s throat and yank his heart out with your bare hands. What the fuck was that?”
“He pissed me off.” My jaw tightens, heat rising in my cheeks.
He takes another long drag from the jug and slams it onto the table.
“What did you think baiting him like that would achieve? A fan to a white-hot fire, Alaya, and you were always going to get burnt. Shit!” He hisses, pulling his shirt over his head, bunching it up and throwing it across the room, kicking off his boots to follow it.
I press my lips together and hold still. His eyes burn as he stares at me, a leer turning up those pink lips.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Alaya. Now take those damn clothes off and get on the bed. I’m owed a feast.”
His words leave no space for refusal.
As I undress, I watch him. His fists flex, clenching and releasing. More Fae Wine consumed greedily.
Heat ripples through me, dark and unexpected. My breath catches. This twisted thing between us—punishment and lesson, cruelty and instruction—has carved out something new inside me, something that makes my pulse quicken with equal parts of fear and hunger. My fingers fumble with the last of my clothing, and I realise the ache building in my core isn’t born from the usual bitter resignation. This time, it’s want.
He lets out a low, animalistic growl and walks over as I bend down and crawl over the blankets, his warm hand clasping the cheek of my rear and kneading me. I glance over my shoulder at him, and he stands back, unbuttoning his black leather trousers, his already hardening cock straining for freedom.
“Gods, I’m getting hard already. Nothing more enticing than you on your knees where you belong,” he slurs.
He kneels down behind me and places a hand firmly on my back, pushing me down into the blankets. Then he crawls over me, a palm down by my head, knees spread either side of myhips. His firm chest presses into me, and I gasp when I feel his cock brush my rear and settle its growing length in the hollow of my lower back.
His head leans down, a hand moving my hair aside, his teeth nipping my ear, the tip of his wet tongue tracing a line down my neck. His fingers twine into my hair, and he pulls my face to the side, a wet, insistent kiss that tastes of lust and Fae Wine. My tongue darts out to encircle the hoops in his bottom lip, and I feel him shudder against me, a soft groan as he sinks his tongue deep into my mouth. My tongue reaches for him, twisting with his as our lips grind together.
The kiss deepens, consuming. Heat builds between us, my body responding despite everything, or perhaps because of it. As he starts to break away, my lips chase after his, and he bites down hard on my bottom lip, blood trickling from my mouth.
“My sweet treat awaits, my love,” he whispers wickedly and withdraws. His tongue licks the top of my back, between the shoulder blades, the long strands of his hair tickling my skin. As it traces agonisingly slowly down my spine, a quiver of sensations plummets into my pussy, igniting the fire in a glow of sparking embers.
With a last swirl at the apex of my rear, his strong hands grip my hips and pull them up so my shoulders are still on the blankets, but I’m propped on my knees, my rear in the air.
“Breathtaking. Open wider for me, darling,” he murmurs, his hand squeezing between my thighs, pushing them to spread wider. His hand moves up, and I moan into the blankets as he cups me fully and runs his hand backwards, fingers deftly dancing along the wet lips, small pants escaping from me as his fingers dip and part me a little.
“Slowly, my love. You’re so wet already, and I’ve hardly touched you.”
His long hair tickles my inner thighs as his head slips between them, twisting to lie on his back below me. His tongue joins his hand, which is now gently teasing my clit.
The heat starts rising to flames as his tongue, slick and probing, runs the length of me, back and forth, tasting, savouring in languid strokes.
My eyelids flutter. His tongue parts my lips, delving deeper, and pleasure rolls through me in waves. My nipples harden, rubbing painfully against the blankets below me.
When his tongue hardens and plunges deep into me, my fingers grip the blankets as if I’m going to fall. My back arches, pushing my lower back closer to him, and I grind myself down onto that most welcome intrusion, moaning and writhing with pure bliss.
“Control, Alaya. Gods-damn, I don’t think I’ve tasted anything so luscious. Another new sinful addiction,” he murmurs, his words making my lips tingle.
His mouth covers me as he probes his tongue as far as he can, his hands pulling my hips down onto him. He dips in and out, the rhythm fanning the flame at my core. The pressure builds, coiling tighter, a searing ball of pleasure glowing white-hot.
“Shit,” he hisses, quickly sliding from beneath me, and his hand presses into my lower back, pressuring me to once again lie flat. As he straddles me again, his hand cups between my legs and holds there, that ball of heat ready to explode suspended, tempered by his touch.
“Patience, sweetheart. Your release belongs to me. You will get nothing more than the aching and the unravelling until your body can’t remember a kingdom where my touch isn’t the only thing that matters.” He breathes out raggedly beside my ear.
I wriggle below him, trying to move his hand, but his grip is firm. I can feel his now fully erect cock, so hard and long, slipping lengthways between the cheeks of my rear. A whimper escapes my throat.
“But that doesn’t mean I can’t take what is mine.” I feel a sharp sting to my cheek as he slaps my rear.
