Still, I can’t help playing with him. Toying with Arionismy favorite pastime. “Earn it, warlock.” I bend over, undoing the first button of my vest. The blouse beneath is already loose and open, and the first button earns him a small glimpse of my golden skin. I trail fingers along the soft slopes of my breasts. “Is this what you want?”
Another flash of teeth. Another growl. I can feel his magic building around us, pulsing and swelling and suffocating the room. I flick his nose. “No magic, warlock. Not right now.”
He seizes my wrist, now pinning me against the post as his other hand continues its sinful ascent up my thigh, right toward my core. He stops a second before he reaches it, however.Fucking asshole.His smirk widens, dimple flashing, as he teases the crease of my upper thigh. “How badly do you want it, mermaid?”
I squirm.Tryto squirm, but his grasp is unyielding. He may be too strong, but I’m too stubborn for him to win this little game. I’m desperate for his fingers to be on me. Inside me. I glare down at him. “Are you saying I’m the only one who wants this?” I lick my lips, and his eyes could be pitch-black. Not a fleck of silver or gold in sight. “Are you saying you don’t want to taste my pussy, Arion? You don’t want tofeelhow wet I am for you?”
He snarls, and his touch hardens.“Siren.”
“Nope.” I grin, undoing another button. “Come on, warlock. Taste me.”
Another button. Another. But before I can shimmy out of the vest, Arion rips it off me. He rips the blouse off next. Tears it almost cleanly in two. I gasp at the abrupt cold, at the feel of his heat being near but not near enough as I stand here, naked, above him.
My pink hair tumbles over my breasts, and he brushes the tangled waves out of the way. He looks at me, and looks at me, and looks—for so long I begin shaking.
“Fuck, Zephyra. Just—fuck. You’re so beautiful, it shouldn’t be real. Shouldn’t be fucking possible to look this good.” He sounds reverent, as if he’s praying to me. But that’s not the sort of worship I want right now.
“Your turn,” I breathe. “Please—”
Just as before, I don’t have to finish begging. Arion slides a hand over my cunt, his palm rubbing me with delicious friction. He curses. “You’re fucking soaked.”
I tilt my head back, hips writhing, bucking against his hand. I don’t even need his mouth or fingers. His touch fills me, as it always does, with so much pleasure, stars explode behind my eyelids. “Shit,” I hiss. “That feels so,so—”
He curls one finger inside me, and it nearly sends me to my knees. I thought the cavern had been amazing. Mind-blowing.Earth-shattering. But this…his touch… sears through my veins. Melts me into a puddle at his feet. “Fuck yes.More. Another finger. Please, Arion.”
He adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously. Then he curls them. Thrusts them inside me. Again and again until I’m riding his hand, tits bouncing and wild moans spilling from my lips. He stares at me, at my lips and breasts and body with rapt, unwavering attention. “Gods,” he murmurs. “So fucking beautiful.”
I can’t hear him. Can’t pay attention to anything but his hand, his touch, and the way it sparks like flint against my skin. He is kindling.Mykindling. And I am his fire. I can’t—can’t stopmoving. It has never felt like this. Never, ever,ever.
“Go on,” he says. “That’s it, Zephyra. Ride my hand like a good girl. Let me make you happy.”
My gaze snaps to his face, and I glower at him. He grins at the sight of my petulance, his other hand trailing over my belly, up to my breasts, where he rolls my nipple between his fingers until I moan again. “You don’t like that, huh? You’re not a good girl at all.”
I shake my head as my hips continue undulating. Because I’mnota good girl, and I wasn’t made for happy.
I was made to hurt.
Leaning forward, I grip Arion’s dark brown hair and tug. Painfully. He snarls again, fingers plunging deeper now. Faster. Angrier.Fuck.My knees buckle, but he splays his palm against my chest. Pinning me harder. Finger-fucking me harder. It feels so good, I can’t breathe. A roar of pleasure crashes through me as my muscles tense, waves cresting higher, higher.
“Myloathsome mermaid,” Arion murmurs. “Mywicked, wicked girl.”
I come undone. To the feel of him, the sound of his voice, the brand of his words. He chuckles darkly, and I ride the high of it—ride his fingers—until my breathing eases. I smooth my hand over his scalp. Gentler this time. He glances up at me, greed and lust hot in his gaze. He’s gorgeous. He’s devastating. He’s—
Mine, I think suddenly.
He tilts his head back to nip at my fingers, and a shallow laughspills from me as my legs quake with aftershocks from the world’s best orgasm. He slides his fingers out of me slowly. I try not to pay attention to the mess I’ve made on the floor, but his gaze snags on it, and he growls. “Fucking sexy as shit. You’re incredible.”
He teases my nipple once more before removing his hand. Leaving me cold and trembling against the post. Though, his gaze doesn’t leave me.
I swallow hard, wondering what we do now. How do we go back to being… whatever we were? That was the best sex of mylife, and it was just some foreplay in a darkening cabin. How do we go back to being enemies, or strangers, or even friends, when his fingers are dripping with me?
Clearing my throat, I muster up the ability to say, “Thank you. For… that. It was—”
He arches a brow. “While I appreciate your gratitude, we’re not done here, Zephyra.”
My stomach swoops low. Lower still as he leans back on his heels to peel off his shirt and reveal those massive muscles. Taut and tan andmouthwatering. The silvered cord lashes around his middle, glowing brighter and brighter as his hands fall to his belt. I lick my lips, and even though I just came—I immediately crave more. Debate dropping to my own knees, pushing him down, and taking his cock in my mouth. His gaze snaps to mine as if he can hear my every thought, and he undoes his belt slowly. The clink of metal against leather makes my core pulse with longing. I stare at his hands, his dick, his face, as if I can manifest them on me. In me.
“You’re greedy,” he says.
