I didn’t have shame. Not when I felt like this.
“Yes,” I hissed, arching my back, thrusting my nipples up toward him. My hands flew to my tunic, the material too scratchy against my skin. I tore it off, dropping it down onto the floor as his eyes flashed, narrowing in on my breasts. “Come here.”
I was pulsing between my thighs. Wet and aching. Needingsomething.
“Touch me,” I pleaded. “Gods, Alaryk, please!”
His hands were rough when they tugged at the laces of my trews, the only sound in the dwelling my rapid breaths and the strong thud of my heartbeat. With one firm yank, Alaryk had me naked, spread out on his own personal dining table, like a willing feast.
I didn’t even have the good sense to be embarrassed. How easily I’d folded. How desperately I would beg.
I’d done this to prove that hedidn’tcontrol me. That I could still have power over him. The flicker of that realization made me reach up and grab the back of his neck. I pulled him down until his head was at my breast.
The only thing that brought me some semblance of comfort in the tumultuous maelstrom was that Alaryk was panting hard, that his cock was so thick and pulsing that the laces of his pants had begun to come undone of their own accord. I thought he might split the leather.
When his mouth latched onto my breast, I cried out, stars exploding behind my closed lids. My nipples had always been sensitive, and the heat and silky rasp of his tongue made me tremble.
“Fuck, I feel you,” he breathed against the taut bud, pressing a little kiss to it. “I feel how much you like this.”
My brows furrowed.
A stray, fearful thought filtered into my mind, even as I arched into his mouth. Had he done this to me? Had he used his power on me, when it had been all I’d asked him not to do? Had he…twistedme into this? This ball of need and pleasure and flesh, where nothing else mattered but relief?
“What did you do to me?” I asked, feeling the spark of my anger intertwine with the heat. “Did you do this?”
A scoff of disbelief whispered over my breast. The bright blue of his eyes met mine, the glare hot. His hand skimmed to my other nipple, his gaze never leaving mine as he gently plucked it, making me stifle a moan.
“You think I’m a liar? That I would break my promise to you?” he asked, his tone like a purr, but I heard the cutting barb to the words.
His head dipped, but his eyes awaited my answer as the flash of his teeth gently teased my nipple. Back and forth. Back and forth, making my gut tighten more and more, a flood of wetness bathing my thighs.
I was too far gone. I didn’t even think it mattered. If he admitted to me right then that hehad, would I have the strength to stop this? Or was I too frightened of what would greet me if he left me to the hunger of my own magic?
I thought he saw the flash of surrender in my eyes because he chuckled, low and taunting, making me grit my teeth.
“Youdid this, Amaia,” he accused. “You spun us both up so tight, we can’t escape it now.”
His words made a shiver race down my spine.
His mouth returned, clamping down over my breast, suckinghardlike he was ravenous for me, making me cry out. The scratch of his vest, the silver catches lining the front, abraded my soft belly, likely leaving marks in their wake. And even still, my hands dove into his thick, silver hair, holding him there.
The heat of his tongue dragged through the valley of my breasts as Alaryk slowly rose. He licked up my collarbones, up my throat. There wasn’t much space between us, but I felt the urgent pulse throbbing through my veins, likely shared between us. He tugged roughly at the laces of his pants, shoving them down, and bodily dragged my hips to the end of the table.
When my gaze dropped to his cock, my lips parted.
The rumors are true,came the delirious thought.
Silver metal piercings were lining the bottom of his cock. I thought I counted eight…nine? I couldn’t be certain. Like a ladder, the piercings were straight metal, capped with a small metal ball at each end.
It wasn’t only the piercings that gave me pause. He wasmassive. Much, much larger than my previous two lovers. Pre-come was dripping from the slit, a silver sheen to it, making the swollen head slick and glistening. Hisdakke, the protruding, pleasurable bump at the base of his shaft was firm and perfectly positioned to hit my clit when he was deep inside.
My core clenched in shockingwant. A flood of wetness dripped from my pussy, pooling down onto the table underneath me. Alaryk’s nostrils flared when he saw it, running a hand down his mouth and jaw, his teeth seemingly clenched.
Briefly, he stooped, as if unable to resist. Between my legs, I watched with parted lips as he licked up the wetness, tasting me, his hot tongue flattening and running up my pussy slowly as I held my breath. The drag of it made me buck, made me see stars as pleasure coiled tighter. Once more, he licked me slowly, and my thighs shook around his face.
He murmured something, perhaps in Hartan, under his breath before that gaze flashed up to mine. I nearly gasped at the intensity there. So visible I almost mistook it for anger. But it was desire. And then he was shooting up, leaving me shaking.
I gasped when he laid his heavy, hot cock against my pussy. My eyes widened when I registered the cold gleam of the piercings against my delicate flesh. And when he gave a few small, teasing thrusts of his hips, letting the metal glide over my clit?
