My lips part, a correction lining my tongue, but suddenly I’m on my knees in the shower and staring straight up at him like last night.
I’m so stunned I can barely feel the pain echoing up my limbs from the abrupt movement.
Or maybe it’s because I’m distracted by his tail—which I belatedly realize is how I ended up in this position.
The appendage slips free from my back, the triangle tip brushing my side before gliding up my torso toward my throat.
“There will be no more talking,” he tells me, his tail wrapping around my neck like a collar as he begins to unzip his pants. “The only sounds I want to hear are the ones of you choking on my cock.”
CHAPTER TEN
CIPRIAN
She stayed.
And not just that, but she refused to even consider leaving.
Watching her talk to Marius both irked me and pleased me. Irked me because she was naked beneath the sheets. Pleased me because she didn’t even hesitate in issuing her response.
She sounded like a queen.Myqueen.
Which means she passed her first test—one born of courage. Had Viviana opted to leave, I may have allowed it. But deep down, I knew she wouldn’t be able to accept my best friend’s offer.
Because she’s different.
She doesn’t fear me.
Shechallengesme.
This mortal—this petite female who is a foot shorter than my six-foot-four frame—glares up at me with fierceness that has my cock throbbing with need.
Thisis what I’ve been missing for centuries. This sense of equality. Which is ironic, given that I just criticized her for speaking to me as though I were her equal, then threatened to put her on her knees like this to teach her a lesson on the topic.
But what I don’t admit aloud is that she’s already acting like a Strigoi Queen.
Shecriticizedme. Told me everything that displeased her. Then dared to demand that I request consent.
I could.
I might.
However, not now. Not in this moment. Because I need her to learn when to bow.
And most importantly, I need her to understand where the power exists in this relationship.
Because while I might be the one towering over her right now, I’m the one in a vulnerable position. I want to feel her mouth around me. I want to experience bliss…with her.
A first.
A dream I’ve never allowed myself to indulge in.
But I’m trusting her to share this with me. To be mypartnerin this sensual journey.
She has no idea how important this is or that she’s actually the one with the control here. I could truly force her, coerce her with my mind, make her swallow me whole.
Yet I’m not doing that at all.
I’ve said the words, threatened her by putting her on her knees, and told her what I desire.
