I jolted at the unknown voice.
But obviously mostly at the words themselves.
“Patience. All in good time.”
That earned more startlement from me. Ruxnoth’s familiar voice.
“No… I can’t… keeping me on the edge like this… it hurts.”
“A small price to pay for the end result.”
More slapping sounds followed.
Moaning and groaning.
Whimpers of need—physical need.
Oh no.
He wasn’t.
Was he?
“That’s right, miraculous boy, over to your right just a little more.”
I inadvertently turned at Ruxnoth addressing me—and immediately wished I hadn’t.
Because there, at the far end of the room was a large four-poster bed with gold drapes embellished with blue jewels cascading down and sweeping the navy stone platform.
And the bastard was on it fully fucking naked as he powered into a guy beneath him who he was holding down with a hand to his back, another shoving his head into the sheets. His fingers were tangled in the shoulder-length dark blond hair of the guy who was shirtless, but had a pair of jeans shoved down to his knees.
Ruxnoth smirked out at me and gave a brutal thrust into the guy that had him crying out in rapture. “My power woke you up very nicely.”
I screwed up my face and looked away.
But a spark of his power right in front of my face, forced my head to turn back to face the scene. I even tried to squeeze my eyes shut, but I couldn’t.
He tutted. “I specifically roused you so you could bear witness to this. Isn’t it an appetizing show to be treated to upon returning to consciousness?”
“No,” I ground out.
“It’s your treat, Winter.”
“Seems the treat is all yours. Not even your partner’s with you being such a withholding bastard.”
Ruxnoth’s eyes narrowed, but I caught sight of his sex partner’s lips quirking unbeknown to the dominating force behind him.
“Still so naïve due to your stubborn insistence to continue with your uncooperative approach. This is a demonstration of what will be for you. It’s to show you that you will have what you need in my domain.”
“What I need?”
“Your overabundant carnal appetite satiated.”
Urgh.
He went on, “You are sensually voracious. I’ve been within you, if you recall, cataloguing your nature, your responses, thought processes. You need a great deal of erotic stimuli. Many of my cherished helpers here have already expressed great interest in attending to your pleasure.” He stroked the hair of the guy beneath him, who he was now grinding into, no longer thrusting, so he could talk with me. “Not this one. He requires special care that only I can provide.” He gave a rough shove of his hips, and the guy cried out, digging his fingers into the sheets. “Isn’t that right, princess?”
“Mmm… fuck,” was the only response he got.
