“No. No. No,” I murmured angrily as black veins spread rapidly over his body. I finally didn’t want to die, and with my life tethered tohis,finding answers did not look like it would be in my fate. I couldn’t leave him here to bleed out while I looked for help, but I knew I couldn’t carry him either.
“Gods curse my stupidity,” I muttered to myself as I took his dagger from his waist belt. I didn’t know if it would help, but it was worth trying. The familiar cold sting of the knife bit across the wrist of my injured arm. I clenched my teeth through the pain in my shoulder as I used my other arm to lift it to his mouth. I pressed my wrist against his lips. My blood trickled into the mouth of my captor. Of my enemy. And a small part inside me begged it to save him.
“Come on,” I whispered, pressing my bleeding wrist to his mouth. His throat worked. Then his hands locked around my arm, his canines piercing my skin.
Warmth flooded through my veins as his woundknitted together under my palm. The black lines eased from his skin. His eyes sprung open, gulping my blood down like a someone starved. The warmth spread low into my stomach, flooding my senses. The pain ebbed. All I could feel washim.
Before I could stop myself, a moan fell from my lips. He drank deeper, and wetness pooled between my thighs. I climbed on his lap, straddling his waist. I wanted him. I needed him to touch me. I neededmore. My skin tingled, drinking in his lust. Fuelling the power thrumming in my veins. His hardness pressed against me, straining against his pants as though it were going to burst. A growl rumbled through his chest, making my core throb. I rocked my hips, grinding myself against his large length, desperate for friction. I wanted to touch him. To taste him. To feel him inside of me. I gripped his dark curls, pulling him closer. It wasn’t enough. My head snapped back, a strangled sound tearing from my throat. Pure need surged through me, bright and blinding. His hunger bled into me, a heat that seeped into my bones, my veins, a tide that filled every hollow space until I felt impossibly, dangerously alive.
“More,” I begged. My hand reached down between us, trailing downwards over the large divots of muscle. Shadows teased my skin, pressing against my breasts, my nipples tightening to painful points. My hand slid into his pants and his hips jerked against me.
My mouth found the side of his neck, leaving wet kisses there as I wrapped my hand around his cock, giving it one long stroke. Butterflies filled my stomach. Gods, he felt huge.
“Fuck,” he breathed against my wrist, cock twitching in my hand. But he pulled away, gripping my forearm. “Stop,” he demanded, voice strained.
I tilted my head at him, long silver waves trickling over my shoulder with the movement of my hand stroking his hardness again. “I want you,” I whispered.
The Commander dissipated into shadows, disappearing from underneath me.
Shadows coiled violently, then reformed. Two feet away, he knelt on the forest floor, gripping his dark hair. His breathing was ragged.
I shifted back onto my knees, my injured arm dropping awkwardly, but I didn’t feel the pain. The only thing I felt was pure need.
“No,” he growled. The word trembled with restraint, almost broken sounding. “It’s my venom. You do not actually want this.” He ground the words out, each word clipped.
I pouted at him, my good hand trailing down my exposed abdomen before sliding into the front of my pants.
“It certainly feels like I want this,” I challenged, pulling my hand free, sparkling in the dull light with my arousal.
He stared at me with his lips parted, breath coming hard and fast.
I didn’t break eye contact as I brought my glistening finger to my lips, licking it from the base to the tip before pushing it into my mouth and sucking it with a wet pop.
“You are a fucking dangerous little thing,” he muttered, nostrils flaring. “Get up before I make you,” he threatened.
I stood, pouting up at him. My arm dragged unnaturally, and large wounds tore through the skin of my biceps. But I felt no pain.How strange.I wobbled on my feet.
“I can take you.” I promised him. “I’m not innocent, Commander, I’ve taken men before?—”
A deep growl cut me off and the darkness bled in front of me. The Commander suddenly towered over me, and Istrained to look up at him. He stared down at me with murder written across his gore-splattered features.
“Stop.” His warm breath washed over my face as he leant down. I pressed my hands against his waist, unable to stop myself from touching him. Gods, I wanted him to touch me.
“You think you can take me, Little Drownling?” he mused. “You can hardly even stand.”
I bared my teeth at him, glaring through my eyelashes.
“There’s my vicious little prisoner,” he murmured. His eyes lingered on my lips for a moment. “It is just the venom from my bite making you pliable and willing. You will want to fuck me desperately for a few hours, but it will wear off and you will return to wanting to kill me.”
I swallowed hard, my hands lingering as they traced the hard lines of his abdomen, memorising him despite myself. “I hate you,” I murmured, forcing the words past my lips. “You’re repulsive.”
His chuckle rolled through me, leaving a shiver in its wake. “You are a liar, Little Drownling.” He leant in, lips brushing my ear as if to tell me a secret. “Fae can smell strong emotions. And even when you first saw me, lust mingled with your fear.”
Before I could respond, his hands wrapped around my waist and the other collided with the back of my knees. He cradled me against his chest and began walking, despite my sounds of protest.
“I can see it, you know” I whispered, voice breaking on purpose. “That you want to fuck me.”
“Stop.” He spat the command. The rejection should have hurt, should have made me feel embarrassed. But I pushed anyway. “I could feel it. Your cock got so hard for me.”
