“Open your thighs,” Orin demanded, slipping off the rock and back into the water between my legs, nipping one of my knees on the inside.
I let them part a few inches.
He nibbled a little further down my leg.
“Ow, ow, ow,” I said with each bite. The skin was sensitive there. So far, Loren had Orin beat.
—I hope you enjoyed it because that Fae is never getting between your thighs again.—
Orin scissored two fingers inside me. I hadn’t even felt the second one going in with all the nibbling, but it was tender. Not enough to ouch over again, just a reminder that his fingers were stretching me.
“I thought you were going to stay out of my head,” I said, panting as I looked down and saw two of his fingers disappearing into my body, thumb testing my clit. My hips gyrated of their own violation, eyes fluttering closed. He could do that again.
—I said you could ask, not that I would heed you, little Houri.—
His fingers plunged in and out of me to punctuate the endearment. I thrust up and he pinched my clit between his thumb and his fingers inside of me.
I threw my head back, a shock of pleasure shooting through me and my pussy tightening on his fingers in memory of my recent orgasms.
“So responsive,” Orin commented. He sounded a little breathless himself.
I thought about something. “If I climax will you feel it, too?”
Using his free hand to hold himself up on the rock, he surged over me enough to bring his mouth in contact with his Mark on my neck. His other hand kept rhythm, fingers fluttering and twisting and curling as his thumb mercilessly played my clit.
My hips rocked, and I moaned. This was going to be fast. “So close,” I hissed, curling my lower legs around his ribs, heels digging into his sides.
“I don’t plan to spill outside your pussy, little Houri, so your mind is your own now.”
I was too far gone to care. The way he said Houri in his lyrical Fae voice strained by desire sent me over the edge. My hips were forced off the blanket by the force of my orgasm, back arching and toes curling as I rode the waves, each spasming harder than the last, Orin’s fingers fucking me until I squeezed so tight all he could do was flutter them as my greedy pussy milked him for more.
His cock slid past the slippery mess of my thighs and bobbed against my buttcheeks, feeling impossibly large standing fully at attention. He caught the back of my head with his free hand and lowered me to the blanket, lips brushing against mine as my tense muscles finally shivered down from my peak.
The hand between my legs came up and he held out three glistening fingers for my inspection. “So much better than a stolen pair of panties,” he said, licking his fingers.
“I need a moment,” I admitted.
“Should I lick your pretty nipples while you recover?”
He didn’t wait for my answer, fingers quickly finding the release for my bra with a curse. “We need to find you clothing without metal,” he explained. The offending bra was removed from me and tossed aside before I could comment on how much the custom-made piece of lingerie had cost me.
“Kheelan,” Orin muttered, looking down at my chest. I did my best to look, too, bringing my chin to my chest and seeing little bruises all over my boobs.
“Uh, we needed a distraction,” I said.
“Did you like having your breasts bitten?” Orin asked, fingers trailing over one hickey.
“Yes,” I whispered, feeling my pussy clench as Orin licked a bite-tender nipple and blew on it.
“Were you bound for it?”
“Yes.”
“I won’t,” he said, those dark indigo eyes looking back up at me with possessiveness. “I’m going to take what I want from your body, bite, suck, lick and fuck until you feel owned by me, little Houri. You can scratch, pull my hair and yell, but you will open yourself and accept everything I give because you are mine right now.”
My nipples were peaked almost painfully, pussy clenching at his proposal of wild sex.
“Say yes,” he prompted me.
I threaded my hands through his hair and yanked him to my aching breasts as an answer. He gently licked me, and I yanked harder, squirming under him for some sort of relief. His words made me want to claim my own pleasure from him. We would see who would take what they wanted.
His fingers plunged into my pussy. I don’t know how many but more than one. The sudden invasion bordered on painful compared to the tame licking he was doing to my nipples. I released my grip on his hair and he looked up at my face, eyes glittering with dark promise while he plunged his fingers ruthlessly in and out of my body.
I tweaked my own nipples and lifted my hips for him.
“You’re such a sexy, defiant Houri,” he said, taking my lips.
He kept it so soft and tame, little licks that didn’t really foray far and nibbles that didn’t really sting. His fingers in my pussy kept up their sensual assault, slipping out to rub wetness back over my perineum and circle the rosebud Kheelan had already tried to torment. Orin’s baby finger pushed in to test the tight ring of muscles.
It burned and stung and felt inexplicably amazing. My mouth opened with a gasp. Orin sucked my tongue into his mouth and forced it to stay there, nipping me as soon as I tried to leave, making me tangle with his tongue while his pinky pulled out to circle and slowly enter me again. He took his time, working his little finger in and out, barely penetrating but each time it burned a little less, then he shifted his long fingers back to my pussy and clit to get me good and wet, letting the juices slip back to my stinging bum.
“Beg for me to pluck your flower, little Houri,” Orin whispered against my lips as he finally released my tongue back to my mouth.
I seemed to have forgotten how to use it, rocking against his wicked fingers, little whimpering gasps as he plunged a little deeper in my ass to punish my silence.
“Orin,” I screamed, knowing I was only seconds from another orgasm.
He had been keeping me on the edge all the while he was playing, pulling me back with his leash on my inhibitions. I wasn’t quite ready to plunge my own hand between my legs and finish myself off in front of him.
He grabbed my knees and really spread them. I pushed up on my elbows and looked down and saw the big cock about to breach me bobbing as he kneed me even wider, hands slipping under my butt to lift me up and position me, thumbs on the inside of my thighs keeping me open. The head of his cock butted my entrance and he looked up at me.
His eyes were so dark with desire that I couldn’t even see the blue.
“You can fight me with your hands and eyes, little Houri,” he reminded me. “But no matter how you yell for mercy, I’m going to pierce your maidenhead and take what’s mine,” he possessively declared.
He pushed a tiny amount in, my pussy lips spreading wide to accommodate his girth.
“So small,” he said, voice strained as I rotated my hips, trying to spread the wetness. “Hold still,” he ordered me, sitting back on his legs and resting my ass on his thighs.
His fingers plucked my clit. I bucked, and he spanked my pussy once.
“Geezus, fuck,” I said.
It didn’t really hurt but it shocked the hell out of me. My pussy quivered around the inch that had slid in when I bucked. I felt so aching and empty inside, but he couldn’t get deeper.
His fingers plucked my clit twice more, stopping just moments from my climax. I bucked again and screamed in frustration. He pushed in another inch, hands moving to grab my hips, wrapping around with a grip I couldn’t wiggle loose from, although I tested it.
“Pinch your nipples, you naughty Houri,” he ordered.
I licked my fingers and played with my nipples, but I refused to pinch them even if I normally liked it, not with him ordering me. I rotated my hips as much as I could with him holding tight to them.
“Just fuck me already,” I gritted out as another inch slid in, not quite as difficult as the first couple. I think he had man
aged to breach my hymen already, hoping it would get easier now.
This time he rotated his pelvis and I felt him slide in further, hands leaving my hips to reach up to my breasts and massage them both.
“How should I punish my disobedient Houri?” he silkily asked me, pinching my nipples hard as I met his probing look.
He was bent over my body, close enough I could lick his lips if I shifted up. The black of his pupils swallowed up the ring of indigo and the skin over his cheekbones tightened as he pushed slow and strong, hardness plunging another couple inches into me. His eyes turned fully black.
I screamed, my climax ripping through me unexpectedly.
He shifted up my body, hands back in my hair and pulling my head up to meet his kiss. This time he thrust in my mouth, expertly avoiding my fangs as he took my mouth deep, making up for the way his hips had been denied sinking his cock further into my spasming pussy.
As the ripples against his partially sheathed cock weakened, I felt him release one hand from my hair and pull one of my legs up over his flank. He rocked his pelvis against me and took another inch, my pussy tightening again against his invasion, still fluttering around him.
He released my mouth just enough to speak against my lips. “Wrap your legs around me and hang on. I’m going to ride you until you promise me obedience, little Houri.”
I dragged my other leg over him, impaling myself further with a groan. I had climaxed but already the ache was building, not satisfied. My hands reached for his shoulders, claws digging in as he drew back.
I dug my heels in, trying to stop the withdrawal. He nipped my mouth and told me to take a deep breath. One hand tangled in my hair and another on my hip to prevent escape, he thrust back in slow and deep, filling me with even more hardness. I squirmed against his invasion, but this only released a gush of wetness from my earlier orgasm and eased him in deeper.
He pulled back and did it again and again. No matter how I scratched his shoulders and dug in my heels, he didn’t hurry the pace, thrusting his tongue back into my mouth to silence my demands to mewling cries of pleasure and torment.
I was a sweaty mess by the time he let me up for breath, finally bottoming out. There was no respite. A moment later he had his mouth on my breasts, biting and sucking as rough as Kheelan, finding all the little tender spots he had left. His other hand left my hair and with my hips firmly in his grip, he pistoned his cock in and out of me.
I let my head fall back limp and buried my hands in his thick mane, alternately pulling and pushing him against my breasts to feel his devouring mouth. He growled and pulled my hips down harder against his thrusts, forcing my pussy to take every pounding inch, giving me a good swiving before changing up his thrusts. For some he withdrew until only the head of his cock butted my entrance and then shoved back in, making my muscles stretch like the initial impalement all over again. Shorter thrusts bounced against my ass, the slap echoing with every rebound of my pelvis as he fucked me into submission as promised.
His hands finally released my hips and his thrusts lengthened and strengthened, my nipples stabbing his chest as he leaned up and brushed his lips against mine. No deep kiss this time.
“Put your hands over your head, little Houri” he ordered me.
I did it, feeling my breasts rise against his chest. He stretched up higher and manacled my wrists with one of his hands, the other slipping between our bodies to find my clit. He pulled back and angled his cock while pressing with his fingers, so my clit felt every smooth inch as he plunged back into me. He did it again while I shivered, my whole body tightening, then released my manacled hands to sit back on his heels, sliding his hands down the inside of my thighs to cup my ass.
I whimpered as he pulled all the way out and looked at my spread pussy.
“Please,” I begged and thrust my pelvis back up at him. Another climax was just a few more thrusts like that away and I was greedy for it.
“Say, make me come,” he told me, grabbing his cock and rubbing it teasingly against my entrance.
We both had to be on edge. The words were on my lips, most of the defiance worked out with the hot, sweaty sex. He had to want it even more than me, having not released even once yet while he worked his cock into my virgin pussy.
“Don’t make me punish you further, Houri,” he said, hand on my ass slipping to brush his pinky against my second entrance. The hand on his cock gave himself a couple of strokes and kept rubbing against me just enough to keep me primed for orgasm.
I kept my own hands above my head, squirming under his watch as I thrust my chest out and my head back in submission, exposing his Mark on my neck.
“Make me come,” I whispered.
“Good, little Houri,” he praised, positioning his cock and pushing it back in one smooth movement.
He flicked my clit and that was all it took. As my pussy fluttered around his cock I realized this was what my other orgasms missed, this hard fullness and possession. He pistoned a few more times, grinding my pussy against his cock and emptied into me as I squeezed around him.
“Are you quite done yet?”
“Dain!” I screeched, legs locking around Orin’s hips. I was still coming around him and there was no stopping it. My back arched as I stared into Dain’s golden eyes and moaned, spastic muscles squeezing every inch Orin had given me. I hadn’t planned on facing Dain, especially in this vulnerable state.
Fear was squeezing me as hard as the orgasm. Dain had come back for me and he didn’t look pleased, face strangely devoid of any emotion. I should have asked Orin for a quickie.
“I see you made up the favour of her healing,” Dain commented as I panted through what I hoped was the last spasm.
He didn’t seem jealous or all that interested in joining, although it was obvious we were finishing up. I had given left-over pizza the same look the next morning as his bored voice. If I ate a cold slice, it was mostly because of convenience instead of taste. Had he been faking attraction to me all along?
“Some of my Marks don’t consider me a pity fuck,” I muttered to him, unable to help myself.
Orin bent over and kissed the dirty words off my lips, plunging his tongue into my mouth. It was a nice try, but I wouldn’t be petted and calmed. He pulled out of the kiss before I nipped him or did worse damage.
Dain was sitting on a rock a few down from ours looking like he had all the time in the world, staring out at the horizon instead of us kissing. The sunlight seemed to find something to shine even in his black locks so they gleamed. He had partly undressed, with his shirt soaked and left dripping beside his chest armour on the rock, exposing the scarred chest that had seen many fights. His beauty was fierce as he faced the morning, a cliff perched over the ocean with hard angles to battle the waves as it reached up to touch the sky, so unyielding and breathtakingly stark.
I was caught staring by Orin.
—Go to him.—
Orin’s encouragement echoed Eloden’s suggestion, both likely thinking I ought to beg for Dain’s mercy, and now I understood why. Nothing protected me from Dain, not each Mark I had endured and bargained hard to accept or the Claim I had just used against Dain to bind him and protect Kheelan. There was only hope of mercy for my ignorance of what Kheelan had planned, and the black feather tucked into my sodden pants with a promise.
Dain gave me no hint of what he was thinking. He stood there and stared at my nakedness, considerably more clothed than us, wearing his pants and metal gauntlets. He could kill me with one blow wearing those.
—Dain isn’t going to kill you.—
“Stay out of my head,” I hissed at Orin, finally releasing him from my grip. I didn’t care if he was reading Dain’s mind. The Fae were so good at talking around the truth I’m sure it wouldn’t take much to trick their own thoughts. I would rather rely on Dain’s golden eyes for the truth.
“Stand up and let me see you,” Dain finally said.
Orin’s softening cock slipped out of me as he shifted to li
e beside me. So much for post-coital bliss. I wasn’t so quick to move or obey. Fear froze me more than I wanted to admit, not even overcoming my humiliation enough to protect my modesty. What was left to hide? Protecting my life was more important.
Dain was supposed to be on my side. His Mark burned on my skin as he approached, flapping his wings to hop boulders and loom over me. I wondered if the heat where he had bitten me was a warning, magic telling me to run before I was caught again.
Too late.
Dain bent down and grabbed my left hand to yank my naked body up without a word. Orin dropped back into the water to give us room. I wanted to hiss coward at him, but I figured thinking it hard would be enough for the mind-reader.
I had never felt more exposed. It wasn’t my nakedness. As Dain slowly looked over my body I felt every flaw perceived and previously spoken as if he was stripping the insecurities from my soul. My hidden fangs were pricks against the inside of my bottom lip, biting back my urge to tell him to fuck off.
Orin had lied to me. I wasn’t safe from Dain. There was no warmth or security in his arms. I was hung out to dry, no one coming to save me from Dain’s judgement. I feared I would end up on the losing side of it.
Did Dain think I had fucked Orin because we were all in cahoots with Kheelan? I needed to speak before Dain made up his mind about me without knowing the truth.
“Kheelan lied to you to save Aeric from his father, not you,” I said, although this wasn’t the complete truth. I was pretty sure Kheelan hadn’t said a word to Dain because he feared for Aeric’s safety from Dain as well.
“Did he, little Mouse?”
This was not going well. I hadn’t even mentioned the reason for sex with Orin yet. Trying to appear stronger, I returned Dain’s discourteous look, eyeing the slashes to his right flank. In my Fae form, I could smell the metallic scent of his blood. Had someone tried to kill him or had it been the other way around? I didn’t care. Facing a stronger predator, I needed to look for any weakness to take advantage.
“Why don’t you let me go and ask him yourself?” I suggested. Getting Dain away was the safest course.
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