Moon-Kissed

by Amelia Hutchins

  “I’ve endured worse,” I whispered through dry lips.

  “I know you have,” he agreed. “I could give you relief, or you could try to ignore it. You could also come with me into my dreamscape, and I could give you relief there, which won’t be real, but it would be enough to fool your mind into thinking you’re finding release.”

  “I am not going into your dreamscape,” I groaned, feeling him pushing into my body while I shuddered so violently that I almost came.

  Torrin sensed how close I was, withdrawing from my body instantaneously. “I’m trying to help you keep your oath, woman. You’re about to lose control; I promise you that. I’m giving you the option not to lose it here and come with me into my mind.”

  “You planned this, didn’t you?” I accused, rubbing myself against his leg like a dog who was trying to establish dominance. I was so going to kick his ass when I stopped writhing!

  “No, but I didn’t stop you either. From the sound of things outside this room, neither did the other women. Unlike you, they seem to be enjoying themselves immensely. I could always go find one who is interested in being shared and given unimaginable pleasure.”

  “I hate you,” I groaned, turning onto my stomach to dismiss him. My hips spread apart, and my hands twisted in the blankets. Burying my face into the pillow, I whimpered. My ass lifted with need, and Torrin growled, slowly sitting back to watch me gyrate my ass.

  I squeezed my eyes closed while violent waves of lust rolled through me. I was soaked in need, arousal painting my thighs while Torrin stood at the edge of the bed, watching. I felt him moving away to return to the desk.

  I focused my mind on one thing, and that was where Torrin was and why he wasn’t within me, driving me to the abyss of pleasure that his body could give me.

  Hours passed, and wave after wave of need sent me wafting on the swells of the ocean. One minute I was inside the room at the inn with him, and the next, I stood in a large, opulent bedroom that had been in Torrin’s memories. Slowly, he turned, facing me with a dark smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

  “About fucking time, woman,” he growled.

  Chapter Eleven

  I swallowed hard past the dryness of my mouth as Torrin stepped out of the shadows. His body was covered in sweat, which forced my attention to latch onto one droplet, following it down the V-line of his body before slowly rising to hold his wintery gaze. Dark, seductive tattoos pulsed on his bronzed flesh, capturing my attention as a loud whispered groan of sexual need escaped my throat.

  “If I find release within your dreamscape, does my body also live it outside of here?” I asked, needing clarification.

  “You won’t experience a full climax if that is what you’re asking,” he stated, his eyes sliding down my body. “You will still feel the need for release, but it will stop that throbbing ache in your soaked, very delicious tasting cunt that you’ve left needlessly neglected.”

  I groaned, clenching my fists tightly at my sides. Tearing my stare from his, I looked around the empty room. In his mind, I was in a dreamscape that allowed him to do whatever he wanted with me. I wasn’t sure who had brought me here, him or me? Did I necessarily care? No.

  Slowly, I moved to the table that the book had been on, leaning against it, rolling my head on my shoulders. He’d brought me to a room that whispered of sin and lust. I was beyond caring about how we had ended up here, as long as it happened.

  Heat enveloped my back, and before I could turn to face him, he slammed me down on the table. My hips bit into the wood, and I whimpered at the full control he held. His foot parted my ankles, and I gasped the moment his hand landed against my backside.

  “That’s for making me wait to taste you,” Torrin growled raspingly, leaning over my body to trace kisses down my spine. His hand landed again, and I cried out loudly, rocking my hips for his touch. “That’s for driving me insane with the need to be in this tight body.” Again, it slapped against the round globe of my ass as his nose brushed against my ass cheek. “That’s for dancing with another male when I wanted it to be me against your pretty curves.”

  His tongue slid through the sleek arousal, sliding from one end to the other. Torrin flicked my clit hard with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth and pushing his tongue against my opening. His hand still held me down against the oak table. I could barely breathe past the pleasure his mouth forced upon me.

  His fingers entered my core, and I clenched down tightly around them, needing more than Torrin was giving me. I bucked against them, fighting the hand that held me down on the table. A deep rumbling sound from his chest sent vibrations pulsing against my sex. I cried out with need, feeling arousal drenching my sex with readiness. Torrin stood swiftly without warning, turning me toward him with only his controlling hand at the back of my neck.

  My mouth crashed against his in an earth-shattering kiss. His hand held me at the base of my skull, forcing my mouth against his while he walked us toward the large, dark bed covered in midnight-colored silk. I pushed my hands through his hair, holding him tighter against me while my tongue speared into his mouth, thrusting in to capture his tongue while I showed him what I needed from him. His other hand lowered to my ass, lifting me easily to grind my body against his.

  Slowly, he settled me back onto the silken sheets, staring down at me with ribbons of lust and need glittering in his stare. His hands captured my legs behind the knees, and he pushed them up against my shoulders, allowing his greedy mouth full access to my pussy. He didn’t devour it like I craved for him to do.

  Instead, his heated gaze took in the arousal coating it, beckoning him to indulge in sin with me. The look in his eyes was pure hunger, splattered with stars of intoxication that begged him to get drunk on me. His face darkened with savage lust, and then he was there, devouring me with urgency.

  Tongue deep into my core, Torrin growled wickedly while holding my hooded gaze. My moans were loud, unleashed from the ability to cry out for him without being heard. I released the cries that exploded with his name on the edge of my tongue, pleading for more. My body started to unravel, but he paused, stepping back to watch me as he sat up.

  “You don’t come unless I say you can. You don’t have any control here, woman. You’re at my mercy, right where you belong. Now, get up and get on your knees. I intend to fuck your throat, and then if you’ve been a good girl, I’ll let you come before I wreck your pussy.”

  I stood, glaring at him with defiance, and he smiled, daring me to argue as anticipation mixed with excitement filled the room, crackling with the intensity of it. Torrin stepped back as I climbed from the bed, dropping to the floor to stare hungrily up at him.

  Silently, he pushed his pants down his narrowly tapered hips, freeing his thick length to my starving gaze. My tongue snaked out, licking my lips while he groaned. The moment he stepped forward, I reached for him, but he shook his head.

  “Hands behind your back, and don’t touch me unless I say otherwise, Lexia. In this room, if you do as you’re told, you’ll get rewarded for being good. Do you understand me?” Torrin asked, and when I nodded, he bent, gripping my jaw painfully. “Use your words, little birdy, so I can make you scream for me.”

  “Yes,” I whispered huskily, shocked by the sultry tone that escaped from my lips.

  Torrin positioned himself in front of me. His breathing grew harsh and labored as he pushed his cock against my lips, holding my gaze.

  “Open your mouth and suck me off, woman,” he purred, watching my mouth do as he’d demanded. He stroked my hair before sliding his fingers through it, fisting it while he watched me. “Breathe,” he demanded, and I did.

  The moment I exhaled and took in the air around his thickness, Torrin thrust forward. I moaned around him, fighting the fullness he created in my throat. His girth blocked my airway while he used my throat to sheathe his impressive cock. His breath hitched as he used my hair to guide himself deeper. He thrust deeper, then growled as
he held my head still, and I felt hot spurts hitting the back of my throat. All at once, he withdrew, and I chased him, needing him to fill me any way I could get him.

  Torrin didn’t allow it. Instead, he picked me up from the floor and kissed my shoulder, biting it softly while I groaned. His fingers slipped between my thighs, tracing the soft folds with the tips.

  “I love how wet you get for me,” he growled, turning me around before he pushed me backward onto the bed. I gradually backed up while he watched me, and I wondered what he’d do if I made him fight to take what we both needed, wanted. “Spread your legs and show me what belongs to me.”

  I groaned past the swelling in my throat. Slowly lifting my knees, I let them drop open, watching Torrin’s eyes glow with wickedly dark desire. He moved onto the bed, prowling toward me. His dark head lowered, nipping one nipple before the other, chuckling at my response to his heated bites.

  His heavy erection pulsed at my opening as he continued towering over me. He fisted his hands on either side of my head, caging mine in, while his ice-blue eyes sparkled with excitement as he tensed.

  My breathing grew shallow, need driving my hips to rock against the tip of his cock while he studied me. I needed him. It ached within me with ardor, sparking until it was an inferno of lust that had me moaning loudly. I whispered his name on my lips as he remained still, watching me until I shuddered against him, pleading for him to enter my core.

  “Do you want that?” he asked gutturally, his voice running over me like gravel.

  “Yes,” I breathed, unable to deny what I craved from this warrior who watched me with the eyes of a predator. Fire blazed in my belly, and my entrance soaked with need. The blush of awareness started to spread, and his mouth lowered, sucking my bottom lip between his until he bit into the plump flesh, and growled. “I need you, Torrin.”

  Torrin shivered at my declaration, pulling back. He peered down, staring at where he rocked against my entrance. His gaze watched me while he pushed a single inch into my body. I gasped, lifting my legs while my ass arched, knowing I wouldn’t fit him into my body without being positioned to take his length.

  He entered me painfully, even though he wasn’t even in my body yet. He grinned, staring down at where my body clenched and tightened while muscles ached, screaming from neglect. He’d only added the tip of his cock, and my body was a mass of burning tension, aching from being stretched.

  Torrin withdrew, sitting back on his knees before his mouth lowered, lapping against my core while I sat shocked that he’d withdrawn. I tried to sit up but could not. He curled his arms around my thighs, jerking me closer as he used his tongue to fuck me. My body tensed, and the moment his nose brushed against my clit, everything fired up all at once.

  I screamed as the orgasm rippled through me, starting in my toes, moving into my thighs, and spreading through my belly to end in my fingertips that dug into the blanket. I twisted the sheets with my hands, fisting them as my entire body trembled without warning. It was like everything within me had felt Torrin, felt the violence of the earth-shattering climax that rolled through me in wave after wave of passionate pleasure.

  My core tightened as Torrin pushed his fingers into me. He watched as he held me in the throes of the release shooting through me. Every thrust forced me to climb higher, cresting the peak as light burst into my vision. I screamed his name on repeat as if it were stuck on my tongue and would never leave it. Galaxies erupted as blinking lights, and my hips bucked harder, begging him for more while he sucked my clit. Torrin fucked me with his fingers in a steady beat that mirrored the ragged breathing that expelled from my lips. Every thrust forced the orgasm to burn brighter, boiling through me until his scent filled me, and I fought to get away from the pleasure he created.

  Pain entered my mind, and he lifted, mouth glistening with my arousal coating it. Torrin tilted his head, showing me darkening eyes while the smile turned cold and unfeeling. Obsidian darkness flooded his irises, and he climbed up my body, claiming my lips hungrily while I lay spent and unmoving. He growled, leaning his head against my shoulder to nip at my collarbone before he lifted his stare, exposing wintery-blue eyes that cooled the fire he’d created within me.

  “When I take this pussy, it won’t be muted or within a dreamscape. I want you to feel every inch of me stretching your tight body as I fuck you. I want to hear you scream and watch your pretty eyes filling with wonder and pain as I destroy every part of you, Lexia. Now, wake up because it’s time to go, and I’m fucking exhausted from you ignoring the need to come all night. I have to applaud your strength and merit; you’re committed to the oath you took. In two weeks, you will be mine.”

  I sat up in bed, searching the room for Torrin as I took in the familiar brothel. He sat across the room in a chair, staring at me through the shadows, with a smile playing on his sexy mouth. I gasped as a tremor of lust shot through me, my hand sliding down to where my sex was still soaked with need, but it wasn’t swollen from his mouth or red from being pleasured by his rough, unshaven face. I sucked my lip between my teeth, watching him licking his lips while his eyes sparkled with naked hunger.

  “You didn’t fuck me. Why?” I demanded.

  “I told you why, woman.”

  “You remember everything that happened in there the same way I do?” I asked, blushing to my roots with how insane I’d been with need.

  “Everything, including how you were begging me to fuck you,” he rasped, his voice moving over me like honey warmed over a fire. “I even remember how wet you got when you came against my lips. You were crazed, screaming my name like I was your savior, and you were a follower who worshipped me. Now, I suggest you wash off that pretty pussy, because you’re soaking wet, and I doubt there’s anyone here who didn’t hear you screaming for me inside this brothel. I’m pretty sure that everyone assumes you broke your oath since you screamed my name to the rafters. If I’d been a better man or cared to, I’d have covered your pretty lips. But I’m not, and I didn’t. I enjoyed my name coming off your tongue as I ate your greedy pussy as it came so hard I actually fucking felt your arousal dripping down my chin.”

  I swallowed past the tremor of need his words created, hating that my body ached, and my nipples hardened from the silkiness of his tone. I couldn’t even argue that I hadn’t wanted it because I had. I’d never come so hard in my life, and if that was muted, then I needed him more than I needed the air feeding my lungs.

  Chapter Twelve

  The ride was filled with an uncomfortable silence, yet it was almost deafening as we moved deeper into the Darklands. I surveyed the rough terrain, memorizing how we traveled through it, free of attacks on our lives by creatures. We’d been riding for hours before we encountered anyone.

  We dismounted, and I was told to stand with the women while Torrin moved to a group of men approaching us. Behind them was the wall that divided us from them, dark from light. Sliding my gaze around the high guarded wall, I frowned.

  “That’s a problem,” Amo chuckled. “You got fucked last night?” My head spun at her change of topic, which I was certain she’d done on purpose.

  “No, I didn’t. I know that is a problem. Find a weakness because it has to have one. We need to know what it is, so we don’t end up stuck behind it for longer than needed,” I returned.

  “I heard you screaming Torrin’s name at the top of your lungs,” Tabitha ground out, her eyes slowly searching the wall. “There, far right. That’s a crack, and with a little help, the wall should come down easily.”

  “I was in his dreamscape, and he gave me release after I partook of the moonflower-spiked whiskey. I am pretty sure they were showing us our weaknesses. I think we should be more careful about the food and drink we consume.”

  “Back up, dreamscape? How is that any different from just fucking him?” Amo asked curiously, with no judgment in her tone.

  “Because my body didn’t find release,” I supplied while blushing. “My mind, howev
er, had the longest, most intense orgasm of my life in that place.”

  “Did he fuck you?” Tabitha asked and turned as the other girls listened. “Lexia, come on! You’re the only one clinging to that oath, and we’re all left to deal with your painful screams when the moon calls you. Give us the goods!”

  “No, because he wants me to be fully aware when he takes me,” I admitted, watching their eyes get large and wide as they nodded. “I think he may be man enough to sate whatever is wrong with me that keeps me unsatisfied.”

  “You are missing your mate,” Amo announced. “That’s why you can’t come with some boring ass dick. You’re a forever kind of woman. You cling to the idea that sex should mean something more than just basic needs,” she scoffed, buffing her nails on her chest while looking at me pointedly.

  “Like I’d get a mate, asshole? No, I’m not anyone’s mate. Could you imagine being saddled with me? The poor prick would probably off himself before allowing me to claim him, anyway.” I breathed and then noted Amo’s eyes had moved over my shoulder.

  I turned, staring into the frosted glare of the male who had been silent behind me for most of the ride. Hell, Chivalry had even kept his distance from Torrin, choosing to nudge my leg instead of his. I wasn’t sure what had changed, but something had. He’d been cold and distant the closer we got to the gate guarding the way into the Kingdom of Night.

  Maybe it was because Torrin thought he’d subdued me with his mouth and was no longer interested in me. Or maybe it was because he’d never been interested in the first place? I shook it off, waiting for him to speak, but something chilling passed in his stare, causing me to swallow down the urge to step back and run.

  “We will bring your horses into the kingdom through a secondary route. Their coloring will cause issues, and I’d rather not waste any more time in reaching the palace than necessary,” Torrin stated, nodding to the men who moved in to retrieve the white stallions.