I fall asleep tied up and gagged, with the taste of rejection on my tongue and the heat of desire pulsing in my veins.
Chapter Twenty
I’minmybedroomin Tundrayn—ice-white walls, heavy furs thrown over fevered skin. There’s an ache, an unbearable ache seizing my body. A breathy moan escapes my parted lips.
I’m not alone.
The scrape of stubble on my thighs, calloused hands spreading my legs.
Hot kisses on hotter skin. A nimble, searching tongue.
A quick swipe through pooled slick—too soft, too light. I needmore.
My back arches, a desperate mewl echoing in the cold room.
A low, sinful chuckle. Another decadent kiss.
“Is this what you want, baby?” a gravel-rough voice rasps, and I know, I justknow, he smells of smoke and pine.
A searing trail kissed up my belly, between my breasts, teeth nipping my fluttering pulse.
Warm breath fanning my neck, fingers skimming heaving ribs.
Too little. Too much. Not enough.
All I know is I’m empty. I’m so empty.
Muscled arms braced on either side of my head, stormy gray eyes dark with desire.
“Say it, Mayah,” he commands, his nose nudging mine.
I’ll say whatever he wants. Do whatever he demands.
“Zev.” His name is a plea, a prayer. “Zev, please.”
Wanton. Desperate.
His weight presses down, covering me—he’s hard everywhere I’m soft, and I’m ready, I’m—
Sunlight warms my face, chasing away the remnants of blissful sleep. I shift slightly, and my thighs slide together, an embarrassing amount of wetness pooled between them. The hazy dream flickers through my mind, and my face warms even more.
I try to sit up, but I can’t. My mouth is painfully dry.
I’m tied up.
“What—” My voice is hoarse and raspy, like I’ve swallowed broken glass. I try to move, but I’m unbalanced with my hands bound behind my back. Awareness slowly trickles in, anger quick to follow. “Untie me right now!”
“Are you feeling like yourself?” Zevayr asks, restrained amusement coloring his tone. He’s sitting a few feet away, watching me closely.
I’m about to curse him and his ancestors when my gaze snags on his neck—dark red bruises stark against his skin.
Ones I’d sucked into his flesh with my lips and teeth.
Last night’s events crash back into me with the force of a tsunami.
Tides drown me. Tides sweep me away into cold, unforgiving depths. Tides flood my lungs and make me yours.
It would be a mercy.
