“The kind that punish unruly little mortals with smart mouths.”
“Oh yeah, and just how do you do that?” I pushed with a smirk, one he matched with his own when he lowered further and replied,
“By giving you something else to do with that mouth of yours.” My eyes widened slightly at that, and I had to give myself some credit for not immediately choking on my own swallow. But instead of letting him get the last word, I rose up to meet his lips and whispered,
“That doesn’t sound like punishment… but more like a reward, Lord Oblivion.”This time, the growl that rumbled from him was one I felt vibrating against my breasts as he pressed me down to the bed and kissed me. His hands instantly found my wrists before shackling them and raising them up to pin them above my head. Then he sucked in my bottom lip and bit it, the slight sting, one he soothed as he lapped at the small drop of blood.
“Fuck me, you taste so fucking good… and make it near impossible to leave.” And with that admission, I swear if it were possible for my girly parts to high-five me, they would have. But other than me slapping myself down there, which would look insanely weird, then we would have to be content with knowing I turned him on. Something I could most definitely feel, thanks to the heavy erection that made me feel like shouting, ‘batter up!’
Thank the goddess I didn’t and thank her twice for restraint.
After this, he kissed my forehead before shifting off me, as we both knew what would happen if we started making out again.
He pushed himself off the bed, and I was left wondering if my eyes were bulging comically. Because there he was, in all his naked glory, and like every line had been chiseled by some divine hand. Especially with the delicate swirls and artistic script woven between the harsher lines of his mixed tattoos.
A sight that only offered more when he turned to walk towards the dressing room, as my eyes wandered freely downthe expanse of his back. My gaze quickly landed on the nicest, firmest male ass I had ever seen, and this time a slight moan escaped my bitten lip.
“See something you like, Miss Shadowmere?” he asked, and this time I wasn’t even embarrassed to reply,
“That depends.”
“On?” he asked with a grin,
“On who gets to bite who, the next time we are naked.” His eyes flashed silver, but not only that, his tattoos did as well. Each of them shimmering darker under his skin like untamed power trying to escape.
“You play a very dangerous game, my Inanna, and lucky for you, it’s a game I always intend to win,” he rumbled in that deeper tone.
“And what makes you so sure you will win, huh?” I asked with fake confidence that he could definitely detect.
“Because my Siren…”
“…You are the prize.”
16
SHADOWS AND STEAM
After calling me his prize, he winked at me and had officially won this round by a landslide. As I had no comeback for that, and he knew it, which was why he walked his delectable-looking ass into the dressing room. As for me, I flopped back on the bed and pulled the covers over my head, groaning into them, wondering if I would ever get used to this. But that thought alone brought on a whole new amount of worry, questioning what the future held for us both, and where we went from here.
A sudden movement shattered the quiet, and the covers were suddenly gone. One second, I was safely hidden beneath them, cocooned in my own temporary denial. Next, they were being dragged clean off me, leaving me completely exposed to the cool air and, far more importantly, to him.
I yelped, twisting instinctively as I reached for them, my hands grasping at nothing as he held the fabric just out of reach. His gaze was already sweeping over me in a way that made heat rise instantly to my face.
“Hmm, should I be concerned that you’re hiding under the covers?” he mused, far too calmly for someone who had just robbed me of all dignity.
“I wasn’t hiding,” I shot back quickly, which was a complete lie. My attempt at grabbing the covers again only made things worse when he lifted them higher, entirely unbothered by my efforts.
The worst part…
He was fully dressed, and I very much wasn’t.
But now, instead of the sharp, well-dressed businessman, or the demonic overlord, was something else entirely. That formal edge I was so used to was now replaced with something far more relaxed, far more dangerous in its own way. Dark jeans, fitted just enough to be unfair, paired with a black shirt that sat perfectly against him, open at the collar in a way that somehow made it worse. More casual.
More…real.
My gaze flickered over him before I could stop it.
Which was a mistake because his eyes didn’t miss it. No, if anything, they darkened.
