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A simple roll of his shoulder was given. “You’re only allowed to come for me. I controlled that first one. I let you have that one. You don’t get to come for any other Fae but me. That’s mine and mine alone.”

Was that what I had asked? Was it what I had wanted to know?

I didn’t want to know that. I didn’t want to feel the clenching lurch of my heart as the branches of his words sank in and speared me with a foreign sensation that was a soup of too many conflicting and alien emotions for me to track each one. “But you’ll let some stranger fuck me? Without even asking me? Or telling me! And letting him trick me?”

I tried to push him away, tried to shove him off me, but he walked me back to the wall behind me, gripping and hiking the cloak over his knee that wedged between my thighs and, with lightning precision, was grinding my sensitive clit against his thigh. “Oh yes, little bug. Every day and twice more if I had the choice. I would let you take your pleasure from any Fae you wanted, whenever and however you liked it, as long as I got to be there.”

His gloved fingers slid between his knee and me, sliding into the mess left by Brittle Spear. His fingers were a slow tease, letting the texture of the leather taunt my clit, only to bury them within me as deep as he could get them while he hiked me further up the wall. “Watching you take your pleasure, riding a cock and being worshipped like the goddess you are is as close as I can get right now. But even when I can finally claim what’s mine, I’ll still love sitting back and watching that. Because this?” He slid his fingers from me, eliciting a whimpering plea for him to return.

His gloves were coated, glistening with the mixed cream of my unsated, still hungry pussy and Brittle Spear’s cum. He let me watch it catch the light as he turned his wrist, watching it slowly drip before ravenously shoving them into his mouth. His eyes slid shut, savoring every single second.

I watched, too stunned and turned on by his enjoyment to interrupt him.

“That will be my favorite thing until I can shove my face between your thighs and force you to come for hours on my tongue.”

The emerald fire in his eyes, a near madness level of lust, unbridled and unhindered by any sense of civility incinerated me leaving only whispers of ashes in its wake.

“And why can’t you?”

I wished I could reach out and lick the slight sheen from his lips before kissing him until one or both of us passed out from lack of oxygen. Instead, I settled for grinding my slick pussy against his intruding leg.

He groaned and took hold of my hips, grinding me down faster and harder on him, until the both of us were panting with need. My hands were locked behind shackles, behind my cloak, but they weren’t completely useless. Awkwardly, I fumbled for him, stroking him through the infuriating layers between us. My wrists ached from the strain of it, but he helped. He couldn’t help himself but let his hips pull back and slowly stroke himself against my hands.

“Fuck, Sóna.” My name was a sacred hymnal on his lips, resting there in supplication to the bliss as we drew down ancient magic around us. His fingers bit into my hips as he rocked me and tried to hang on for dear life himself. “Gods be good. More. Fuck, Sóna, more—please, gods don’t stop.”

“Why can’t you touch me?” I whispered, thick and husky and invitation for him to give in to the spell we were weaving around each other.

“I’m beginning to forget my reasons.” He scratched out between thrusts. “But you can’t make that choice until you are no longer property of the Ard Rí, little bug. Fuck, as much as I would kill every creature just to feel your fingers on me right now, that remains true.”

“But my orgasms belong to you?”

“For the rest of time. Your pleasure is mine. And mine, yours.”

“How does that work exactly? If I’m his property? Doesn’t he own that as well, then?” The razor of my tongue had come back, as sharp as ever. When he looked up, I could see the wound reflecting in his eyes as he saw the fire in mine.

“He could never own that. Never,” he growled, forcing me flat against the wall, one hand coming up to encircle my throat. His edge had come up to meet mine. That dagger in the weeds of his tone once more glinting in the sunlight of his rage. The other hand never stopped grinding me against him, driving pleasure through me with each slick slide of me against the texture of his leather riding pants. “Your flesh might belong to him, but you belong to me . . . Say it.”

I leaned into his glove around my throat, pressing harder as I stared him down. “No.”

A feral grin captured his handsome features and twisted them into something that bordered on nightmare. It was like the face of the devil, angelic and demonic all at the same time. His thumb stroked the hammering throb of my jugular vein. “You will. Maybe not today, but you will.”

“I will never,” I hissed out of pure spite and knew it to be a lie the moment that hand fell away from my throat and retook its place on my hip, grinding me hard down against his firm thigh.

I was a buoy staring down the hurricane building outside of the wake of my harbor. I bit into my lip and tried to force back the moaning purr of delight at the friction and slip against him.

“You’re a beautiful little liar, Sóna Mac Raith,” he whispered against the tip of my ear. “I know your secrets I know what makes you detonate. I know what makes you cry. I know what makes your heart race. Do you think I’ve forgotten the way your hungry pussy strangled my fingers every time I sliced into you?”

Shivers raced up and down my spine, chasing each other as the swell within me grew. I was teetering on the edge. The typhoon was coming for me, and I was anchored to the spot, waiting, and he knew it. The fucking bastard.

He bit down on my ear at the exact moment he shoved four fingers into me. Pain burst behind my eyelids, and his thumb pressed into my clit.

I was overwhelmed. Battered on every side. Sensation ravaged me. It swallowed every nerve edging and left nothing in its wake but a smooth, polished dance floor for pain and ecstasy to waltz across as he growled his own delight into my ear.

An ocean of stars, with a hundred dawning suns glowing white and gold, blew into evacuated space where thought used to live. I swam within the cosmos as my body quivered and clenched against his fingers, milking them for every drop of pleasure they afforded.

“Fucking hell, little bug.” His teeth unclenched from my flesh and left it electrified from the slightest glancing touch.

I needed him back, needed that connection. My breath seemed to stop the moment it went away.