Krav’s finger once again finds my entrance, sliding in just the tiniest bit. My pussy walls flutter with unfulfilled longing. “Hm,” he says in the most infuriatingly casual tone, “it seems to be working. I think a little more time with this will get you wet enough for me.”
“Iamwet enough!” I manage when the vibrator cuts out for what feels like the millionth time already. It starts again and I bite my lip. “Please. I can’t take any more of this. I need to—”
“You need to do nothing but lie here and take it,” he growls, his voice suddenly directly in my ear. His tail brushes my leg and goosebumps shiver across my skin. “Lie here like a good little pet, likemygood little pet, and let the pleasure wash over you, building and building… until I come back to relieve it. I own you. I own your pleasure. And I own your release.”
“But Master—”
“One more word of complaint, and I will make good on my threat to leave you here like this all night. Is that what you want?”
I shake my head.
“Open your eyes.”
I blink to see his dark, hungry gaze just inches away.
“You can take this for me, sweetheart. And you will. It won’t be for long—although it might feel like it. And when I return, I will make you come so hard, you’ll pass out.”
My lower belly clenches. My butt squeezes around the rigid plug, sending sensation pulsing through me, adding a darker layer to my arousal.
“Besides,” his lips curve into a predatory smile, “it’s not like you aren’t enjoying it, even if you won’t admit it. I know your every expression. And while your mouth likes to protest, your eyes tell the truth. A deep, hungry part of you is loving every moment of this delicious torture. Isn’t that right?”
The vibrations crescendo, halt, and resume building once again before I’m able to speak. “Yes, Master.” It’s annoying how he’s always right about this. That he knows me better sexually than I know myself.
Annoying—and so, so good.
“Good girl. I have to step out for a moment but I’ll be within hearing distance, and I won’t be long.”
I open my mouth to argue but he places a finger against my lips, then leans down and licks around it. Lust spirals through me. I’m drunk on it.
“No arguing, remember? I promise I won’t be long. Just relax into it. You might be able to come. If you can, you have my permission.”
Biting my lip so I don’t cuss him out, I watch him leave, praying to all that is holy that he’ll be true to his word and come right back.
The rumbling hum against my clit peaks again, and I feel myself gush a little.
There’s no way I can get over the edge like this, not with the constant stops and starts, so I distract myself by letting my mind wander.
If only I’d paid more attention to all the BDSM romance novels I devoured back home. Maybe then I’d have a better understanding of why I react this way to his ruthless dominance, his crooned threats, his statements of ownership. And why I always end up being helplessly aroused and indignant at the same time.
He may have a wall up most of the time, but Krav sure knows how to wrap me around his giant, taloned finger when it comes to sex. And surely that’s a good start. Plenty of people start out as fuck buddies and wind up being more. I’ll figure out a way to reach his heart.
As the vibrations ebb and flow against my thrumming clit, I close my eyes and distract myself from the gnawing ache with a question:
How do you get an emotionally unavailable demon to fall for you, anyway?
Nine
Krav
I do not intendto torment my fiery Omega for long but I need a moment to myself, to untangle my thoughts. For as much as I enjoy indulging myself with her physically, she brings unending confusion into my life. Everything was straightforward, predictable…simple… before she came along.
And now?
Now my moods shift like the purple sands of the Yazebii desert just beyond my kingdom when the scorching winds twirl them to and fro. Contentment, lust, rage, frustration, and dread seize me without warning, often battling each other for dominance within me.
Mount Vracor is quiet, which proves the myth of it being a reflection of the king’s mood to be false. I am in turmoil.
All because of that infuriating, beautiful Hoo-man with hair like flames and a scent more potent than all thekasewlin the world. And she had the temerity to accuse me of shutting her out? Of placing some invisible barrier between us so she cannot get close to me? Pah!
