“That’s right,” Calya said, letting her thumb circle his slickened head.
“Then I think it’s time I set new terms.”
Never first. The heart is never first.
The words jangled in Nocren’s head, Avenor’s and Calya’s both. Thin air currents flowed through the room, the wind omnipresent as ever. Yet it was silent now. He could feel its presence, but it didn’t offer any impressions. No warnings, no encouragement.
Whatever consequences awaited him in the morning, Nocren would incur them all on his own.
Despite Calya’s casual demeanor, something had changed. Not in her words or her voice, but in her eyes. The way she looked at him with a hint of wistfulness. She was quick to hide it away, donning her armor—her act of viewing everything through the dispassionate lens of business. Trying to distract him with her sly hands and self-assured touch.
Nocren gave in. If the wind could abandon caution, then so could he. He could live as simply as Calya did. He wanted her, and neither the fickle wind nor the gloriously naked minx straddling him gave any indication that he should stop.
But their positions? No, that wouldn’t do. If Calya claimed to want him, Nocren would educate her on what it meant to be his.
Before his murmured words of setting new terms were finished, he spun Calya around in his lap so her back pressed into his chest. His legs wound around hers, holding her open for his hand to trail across her pelvis. When she tried to struggle, he pulled her arms behind her back, looping his own longer one above her elbows to keep her restrained.
Letting his free hand resume its lazy journey across her mound, Nocren brought his lips to her ear. “My terms, Calya. You come twice for me. That’s reasonable, isn’t it? Only then do you get to ride.”
“How gentlemanly of you,” she said, wriggling against his hold.
“You didn’t want a gentleman, remember?” He gave her pussy a light slap, just enough for her to start in surprise, an indignant gasp escaping her lips. He slipped his fingers between her folds, and smirked against her neck to find her already wet with desire. “Take your orgasms and thank me after.”
“Thank you?” she scoffed, struggles renewed as she tried to angle her hips away. “You want my gratitude. My submission.”
“I’ll have it, too.” Nocren’s legs kept her from moving far, not that she was trying to escape. More just being contrary, fighting him because she could. Gods all break before Calya Helm made anything easy.
Gods all break him the day he wanted her to.
“My submission is a gift, and not one freely given,” she said. “You want it, you have to earn it.”
She turned her face away from his lips with a haughty sigh. Nocren took her bared throat as an invitation, latching on, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Let his tongue feel her pulse, the beat rapid beneath his mouth.
His fingers traced around her entrance. She was slick with her arousal, and he parted her, savoring the tremor that ran through her frame.
“Earn?” He tugged at her ear with his teeth. “Is that the mistake whatever boys you’ve fucked in the past have made?”
“Prove you’re a better lover then, ranger,” Calya said, all breathless impatience as her hips tried to sink down on his teasing fingertips.
“Are you going to ask me nicely?”
Hands scrabbling behind her back, Calya raked her fingernails across his abs. “Never.”
Nocren’s dark chuckle ruffled her hair. “Then you won’t mind if I’m not gentle.”
He put two fingers in her, rumbling with pleasure when her inner walls squeezed tight as if trying to break him. Her back arched, hips rolling with his rapid thrusting. Each motion made her tits bounce, nipples forming little points that tempted his mouth. Her head tipped back, hair brushing against his shoulder, a soft moan buzzing in her throat. He painted wet kisses down her velvety skin, inhaling her innate musky scent, memorizing it.
Nocren’s thumb swiped over her clit, eliciting another moan. Another clench. He repeated the motion, sometimes only flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves, other times making slow, firm circles. When she whined, he ground the heel of his hand against her, his fingers curling, pressing. He found the spot that made her hips buck against the cage of his legs and focused on it.
“So cute of you to try and resist.” He nuzzled at her ear. “My Heartless, such a fighter.”
“You think this is resistance?” Calya panted, face turning toward him, mouth offered up.
“Definitely not a challenge.” Nocren’s lips sealed over hers, tongue licking in to taste her mouth. Her pussy was tightening around his fingers, her hips no longer straining to take him but rather moving as if of two minds, one still hungry for him and the other growing too sensitive as she neared her peak.
But there was nowhere for her to escape. When she bit at his lower lip, it only sealed her fate.
Nocren deepened the bend of his wrist, rubbing across the sweet spot on her front wall. Kept his fingers buried, his pressure and pace unrelenting even as she began to writhe in his grasp. Her back arched again, her breaths a series of cries as her pussy bore down.
