“Do you want it?” He whispered softly as he bent to her ear. His fingers danced along her back, teasing her skin as he delicately toyed with the draped chains brushing along the top of her buttocks. “Hmm? Are you as hungry as I am, little wolf?”
Oleg bent down and kissed the peak of one breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth and scraping his teeth over the tip. “Shall I give you a taste?”
“It only seems fair…” Her breath caught. “…since you’ve had a taste of me.” She rolled her eyes as he teased the other nipple and affixed two chains that draped under her breasts to the center medallion that hung at her breast bone.
Oleg stepped back and nudged her to bend at the waist, running one hand down her spine as he freed his erection with his other hand, holding it as he nudged her mouth open. “Taste then.”
She opened her mouth wide and slid him inside, carefully shielding the skin of his cock from the tip of her fangs as Oleg slowly unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the marble floor.
Her tongue toyed with the hard flesh, teasing the head of his erection just enough to make him hiss and grip his fingers into her shoulder.
Tatyana could have had him there, enjoying the reflection of her lover sliding into her mouth in the gilt mirrors that surrounded them. She reached down, eager to touch the heat of her own sex, but Oleg caught her hands and held them behind her back as he thrust gently into her mouth.
“Mmm.” The bastard sounded too satisfied with himself. “You know I could fuck your mouth all day, but that’s not what I imagined when I commissioned this jewelry, volchitsa.”
She groaned in frustration, and that only made his cock harder.
He eased her away, sliding his erection carefully between her lengthened fangs.
Oleg’s lips were flush with blood when he lifted her shoulders and bent down to fasten the last chain around her waist. Then he stood back and stared at her, his cock standing at attention, glistening at the tip. His chest was bare, and a low blue flame flickered along his shoulders.
Tatyana pulled at the air in the room, and a cool mist covered them.
“Now,” he muttered. “Let me see you, my queen.”
Oleg reached over and lifted the crown from the velvet rest, then placed it on her head and fastened the silken tie at the nape of her neck.
He turned her around, and Tatyana saw herself as he saw her, reflected in the mirror with mist swirling around them. His hand was dark against her pale skin as he pressed it to her belly, and his tall frame and broad shoulders framed her body, fire to her water, dark to her light.
Oleg was the shadow at her back, pursuing and protecting her since she had been mortal. His fire was a red-hot blade that had burned away every defense she’d ever tried to raise against the force of his being.
He kept one hand on her belly in a possessive gesture while the other toyed with her breasts, which were framed by gold chains and faceted stones the color of sunlight. A jeweled medallion lay in the valley between them, and two more chains hung from it, connecting around her waist so that her body was encased in a delicate net of gold and jewels as the crown sat like a gold halo around her face.
The crown was lighter than she expected, and when she turned her head, it barely moved.
She was utterly beautiful, but she could only glance at herself as she watched Oleg’s face in the mirror.
He wasn’t looking at the jewelry. He was looking at her.
“Queen.” He smiled. “My queen.”
My king.
She couldn’t say it. She couldn’t even speak. The force of her emotions toppled every barrier she’d ever tried to erect between them. Every indifferent mask. Every conceit or annoyance.
She was utterly his, raw with desire for her mate.
“Please,” she whispered. She swallowed what felt like a sob waiting at the back of her throat. “Please.”
Oleg turned her in his arms, then bent down, careful not to dislodge the crown from her head as he lifted her onto the rosewood cabinet, moving between her legs and sliding into her body with one smooth thrust.
His warm hands gripped her bottom and pulled her into him until he was seated to the hilt, his erection filling her. She tried to close her eyes—her emotions threatened to leak from them.
“No.” He nipped at her chin. “Watch me. Watch us.”
She turned her head, watching the mirrored walls as Oleg took her in his treasury. She was adorned with gold, the haloed crown perched on her head, but all she could see was the fierce expression in his grey eyes, the intensity of his gaze as he stared at her.
Rippling blue flames rose along his back, and she quickly quenched them with more water she pulled from the air.
