“I don’t know if I’m strong enough,” Lyra panted. Her brows bunched together, and her lips puckered as she tried and failed to hide the pain from her face.
Burning, razor-sharp pain took hold of my neck. Like someone was filleting the flesh away from my bones. My lightning sparked, desperate to be free. To be unleashed. But there was nowhere for it to go.
I watched in horror as blood trickled from my little witch’s nose. But I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. “Stop!” I roared, but the stubborn witch kept going. Repeating the chant over and over as if it was her salvation instead of her damnation.
My insides blazed. The searing pain forced a scream from my throat. Followed by one after another, but even through the ear-deafening shriek, I heard the collar crack.
She hadn’t removed it. But she managed to weaken it.
Lyra stopped the chant, swaying from side to side on her knees. Blood gushed from her nose, staining the front of her shirt.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall against the floor, trying to catch my breath.
“Anything?” she asked, and the hope in her voice twisted in my gut.
My silence was answer enough.
“We’ll try again.” Determination laced the words.
“No. We’re done.” I seethed.
She wiped away the blood dripping from her nose down her chin.
“Let me out,” I bellowed, my mouth dry as sandpaper. Anger dotted my vision as I repeated, “Let me the fuck out.”
Something devious flashed in her hazel eyes, darkening them. The brown flakes were more prevalent than I’d ever seen them. “No.” She shook her head.
“Excuse me?” My entire body shook, releasing my last bit of self-control. Fangs and claws tore from my fingers and gums. Blood filled my mouth, staining my other canines red.
Lyra rose to her feet and stepped toward the trap, but she didn’t free me. Instead, she slowly pulled her blood-spattered shirt over her head. My gaze fell on her hardened nipples visible through the thin fabric of her bra. She continued to strip for me. The mini skirt I’d wanted to rip to shreds earlier pooled around her feet.
I needed to move. To touch, fuck, and tease. I was in real danger of coming right then and there at the mere sight of her silky skin.
“Be a good girl and let me out of here, because remember, Lyra, bad girls get punished.” I scented her arousal at the threat.
She dropped to her knees and crawled, yes, fucking crawled to me.
“It’s my turn to make you feel good.” A slow, wicked smile spread across her face.
She fumbled with the button of my pants, freeing my hardened cock. The first lick of her tongue had me crawling outof my skin. I never thought I could experience such pleasure from a single touch.
“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long.” She teasingly licked the tip and wrapped her lips around the shaft. A mixture of saliva and lipstick coated my cock as she took me further into her mouth until she was choking on it, tears filling her eyes.
“You’re doing so well, little witch.” My words seemed to stir something inside her because she quickened her pace, taking more of me each time.
“Look at me.” Lyra’s eyes flew open and met mine at the command. She was a fucking mess, and I loved it. Drool covered her face and those beautiful hazel eyes watered, ruining her makeup.
Tension built in my balls, but before I could come, she stopped.
I was so goddamn hard.
“Sit on my cock.” I practically begged. I’d give her anything if she just fucking touched me again.
A moan tore from my lips as her teeth grazed over my stomach and up my chest. She stopped before she got to the ruined flesh around the collar, placing feather-light kisses on the area. Her finger traced the crack along the collar.
The smell of jasmine and lavender mixed with her arousal was the hottest thing I’d ever smelled.
Luscious thighs wrapped around my waist as she settled on top of me. The underside of my dick slid between her slick folds, and she started to stroke me that way, adding enough pressure to make sure my cock pressed against her clit.
