I moan around him, and his hips jerk upward in response. His claws bite into the sofa beneath us as his control begins to slip, and a fierce satisfaction unfurls. I’m not alone in this dizzying storm they create inside me. He’s just as undone and lost in it as I am.
But before he can spill into my mouth, he growls and drags me upward.
“I think little Aura needs to learn some lessons tonight,”Ronyn says darkly.
“Lessons?”
Darial stands with me, clutched to his body. “She’s ready,” he says, already heading to the larger of the bedrooms.
“What lessons?” I ask again.
“You’ll see,” he murmurs into my ear, awaking sensations that make me shudder.
“But I’ve been a good girl,” I whisper.
Not so good, I remind myself. Magic tingles at my fingertips, and Darial’s step falters. He looks around the room distractedly, but I kiss his neck before he can ask questions, and he laughs, high on our connection.
“Good girls still benefit from lessons,” he says. “And hungry girls need feeding.”
I yelp softly as he drops me on my back against the furs of the bed, straddling me with one knee between my thighs. He’s flushed, eyes blazing, chest heaving with restraint, cock thick and proud.
His mouth crashes into mine, hot and demanding, as he anchors my wrists in his rough hands. I’m lost in his kiss, so isn’t until cool metal replaces his warm grip that I look up, finding Ronyn and Kelan fastening my arms into shackles already anchored to the wooden bed frame.
Fear vibrates through me until Darial unbuttons my shirt, pressing kisses between my breasts and over my belly, and his forked tongue flicks at my clit.
“What lessons are you going to teach me?” I ask breathlessly, arms tugging against the restraints.
“You’re going to learn how much pleasure you’re capable of taking,” Kelan says. “We’re going to take you to the edge, over and over, mixing pleasure with pain, until youunderstand your capacity for release.”
“I’m not fragile,” I whisper, moaning and arching my spine as Darial’s tongue pushes inside me and scissors against my G-spot. I search for fear in my gut, but there is none. When they showed me their souls, there was no darkness there. No capacity to be cruel to me. Nothing to inspire the terror I’ve felt at the hands of other men.
“You’re a goddess,” he agrees.
Darial groans softly against me, his breath a wave of heat as his tongue strokes deeper. The delicate twin tips curl inside me, stroking over that spot that makes my vision go white at the edges. My thighs tremble, straining open, held wide by Kelan and Ronyn as Darial’s tongue continues its slow, devastating dance.
Above me, the soft clink of metal draws my attention back to the cuffs.
I twist against them, testing the strength, and relax into the slow stretch of my body surrendering. My back arches involuntarily as Darial groans his approval into my pussy, and Kelan’s palm presses against my sternum, grounding me.
“You won't be able to stop what’s coming,” he murmurs. “No barriers this time. No holding back.”
Ronyn appears beside him, shirtless, his chest gleaming with sweat, runes etched across his torso pulsing faintly with golden light, and red scales blooming like war wounds. His grin is sharp, wicked, andferal.
“She’s already dripping,” he says, dragging two fingers along my inner thigh. He brings them to his lips, sucking them clean with a low, satisfied moan. “Our little queen’s going to soak the furs.”
My body clenches at his words, as a bolt of lust tightenslow in my belly. I moan, struggling against the cuffs.
“Please…” I whimper, but I don’t even know what I’m begging for. More? Less? My freedom? My delicious captivity?
Kelan leans in closer, his silver eyes dark with command. “Lesson one, my love. Begging means nothing.”
And then Darial’s tongue leaves me.
I cry out, a broken sound that’s both frustrated and desperate. He rises between my spread legs, his mouth glistening with my arousal. His cock is already hard again, ridged and flushed, resting against my thigh like a dark promise.
He strokes a hand over my side, mapping my ribs and the dip of my waist. “You taste like starlight,” he says hoarsely.
Kelan moves behind him, climbing onto the bed on one knee, using his fingers to trail the inside of my leg, pausing at the apex of my thigh. “No orgasms without permission,” he warns, thumb brushing softly over my clit. I twitch beneath him. “You’ll hold them back, little fireheart. Until we say.”
