Fae Unchained (The Mage Shifter War Book 2)

by Ann Denton

  Based on her moans, I took that as a yes. No wonder she always smelled wet and ready when we argued.

  "Rules," I growled. "Absolutely no touching me. I am going to use you and you are going to come more times than you can count, but only if I allow you to. Got it?"

  She nodded beneath my grasp, her chest heaving, pushing her hardened nipples into my forearm. "Yes, sir."

  She lowered those brown eyes, the way she never would in real life. In real life, she’d fight me tooth and nail. But now, watching her completely give in and submit made my dick harder than a rocket. I was gonna blast off so hard I’d shoot cum into space.

  A shiver of delight raced up my spine and I fought the urge to smile. There were so many ways I wanted to torture her…

  "When you're submitting to me," I said, snarling slightly, "I want you to call me Alpha. I know all those douchebags at Syn have stage names and shit, but that’s not what this is. I am an alpha. This shit is real. Okay?"

  "Yes, Alpha," she replied, and fuck if I didn’t love hearing that word on her tongue.

  I growled at my own ridiculous thoughts. "What's your safe word?"

  She rolled her eyes. "How about dino?"

  My brow lifted. "Like, dino dildo?"

  "How'd you know about that?"

  This time, it was my turn to roll my eyes. "Please. I've heard you talking about the damn things. Besides, you were my target. I watched you meticulously for weeks. I've seen what those dinos can do."

  My cock swelled as I watched her eyes widen. I grinned as I recalled peeking through her windows, hovering just outside the Intrusion Spell on her sill and watching her arch those hips up on the bed and deny herself an orgasm over and over until finally she grabbed that toy from her nightstand and went to town. I’d nearly sprayed her window with cum jerking off to the sight.

  "That's right, Dollface. I watched you get yourself off every single night. But you wanna know a secret?"

  She bit her bottom lip and her breaths came in shallow waves as she nodded.

  "I can make you come harder."

  I spun her back around, so she faced the lockers then lifted her ass up, sliding the head of my dick through her hot, creamy, wetness. God, she was so tiny in my grasp. I was afraid for a second that I might tear her in half if I tried to enter, but then I reminded myself that she'd fucked, not just Bodie, not just Easton, but Easton and Bodie together, and all those reservations faded away.

  I thrust forward and pulled her hips down to meet me, jabbing all the way to the end of her tunnel before I'd even gone balls-deep. Her pussy clamped down around my cock and my beast tugged at my control. Mmmmmm.

  Deeper, my dragon urged.

  Shit. She really was small. I was nearly hitting her cervix already. But my dragon and my fucking cock decided to make it their ultimate mission to weasel in as far as they could.

  My fingers clenched down on her hip bones. Her body tensed as I drilled in deeper, shoving her roughly against the lockers with each thrust. My dick pushed against her cervix. Fucking yes. Her pussy squeezed in response to the sensation, surrounding me tightly, and it was fire and bliss and heat and everything.

  Perfection.

  Aubry hissed through clenched teeth. That made me pause.

  I wanted to dominate her, to use and humiliate her, make her beg and submit to me, but at the other end of that spectrum, I also wanted to please her and pleasure her. Being a dom was a delicate push and pull, a tango of pain and decadence, of power and freedom, of giving and taking.

  So I eased out a bit and fucked her slowly, shifting her hips back so she wasn’t quite as smashed against the lockers, changing the tempo, rubbing her sexy ass that fit in my palm like a perfect little peach. A peach I very much wanted to eat... but couldn't.

  I pulled my hand away and slapped her right butt cheek. God, I loved the sight of a freshly smacked ass. That jiggle and the warm pink color.

  Aubry gasped and her body loosened slightly. She bit down on a moan, but I heard it anyway.

  "You like that, Dollface?" I murmured into her hair before quickly pulling away, just in case my lips got too close.

  "Yes, sir."

  I smacked her ass again, pissed this time. She was too smart to have done that on accident. "What's my name?"

  "Alpha," she all but shouted, trying to amend her mistake quickly.

  But I wasn’t done punishing her. "Tuck your wings in tight."

  I pulled out and she tucked them away, but I guided them ever so slightly apart and toward each ass cheek, so I had room to slip back inside. I thrusted into her a few times, then lit a ball of fire in my hand. Leaning over her shoulder, I reached around her tucked wing and encased her right nipple in my flames.

  God. Fuck. The sight of the fire and her breasts bouncing in the flames… I had to stop thrusting or I was gonna blow my load.

  Aubry gave a wanton moan.

  "Tell me you love the fire," I demanded in a rasp.

  God, my hand was shaking. I’d dreamt of doing this to a woman for so long. Mixing fire and sex until they exploded like TNT. But no woman could have handled it—other than a dragon shifter, and L.A. was apparently fresh outta those—no other woman was fireproof.

  Except for my little Aubry here, writhing and moaning in my heat.

  She pushed her breasts further into the fire and breathed, "I love it. The heat feels so damn good, Alpha!"

  The shocked pleasure in her voice made me hotter than before. I’d shown her something new. That thought made my cock swell inside her tight passage. I grinned to myself since I knew she couldn't see it. "You want more?"

  Again, she said, "Yes, Alpha."

  "Too bad." I dropped the flame, reveling in her pouty sounds as I smacked her ass a few more times before rubbing out the sting with gentle, kneading hands. Then I thrust again, pressing my dick deep inside until her body gave a bit more, relinquished some space it didn't seem to know it had. But not quite enough. I repeated the process of stinging shock and then followed it up with another round of gentle caresses.

  By the time I was done turning her ass red, she was nothing more than a whimpering puddle of heat and need in my hands. She was dripping. And her tucked wings were caressing my balls.

  Fucking hell.

  I took a deep breath, savoring the smell of her desire as it rode the air and swirled through my lungs.

  "You have my permission to come," I told her. "Once. If you start getting close after that, you tell me."

  She nodded, keeping her forehead pressed to the smooth metal locker before her.

  I went back to fucking her slow and deep, rotating my hips so that the head of my dick rubbed her g-spot almost constantly.

  "Who's your Alpha, baby?" I asked her quietly as I corkscrewed into her.

  "You are," she replied on a moan.

  That admission forced me to wrestle with my self-control. Like an alligator, lust reared up and I had to tackle it and strangle it in order to subdue it. God, I loved this. The struggle to wait for the delayed gratification. The hot feel of my woman around my cock.

  A woman, I corrected myself. Not mine.

  I took a breath and leaned forward to bat at her breasts where they hung down, trying to focus on her instead of my own stupid head, which was getting just as out of control as my cock. It was being stupidly possessive. "What's my name?" I asked again.

  "Alpha." Her voice quivered and I felt her clench around my shaft tightly.

  I didn’t know what the fuck got into me, but suddenly, knowing she was about to come on my cock for the first time ever, Alpha just wasn't what I wanted to hear.

  "What's my real name?" I coaxed her quietly, feeling conflicted even as I did so. This was crossing a line. A line between dom-sub sex and reality. I could feel it. She could feel it.

  But I didn’t take the words back. My dick and heart both swelled with fear.

  Then Aubry muttered, "Drake."

  Oh hell. Fucking Superbowl confetti cannons went off inside me. My
name on her lips drove me wild. More than wild. My beast wanted to spit flame and burn the building around us and fuck the first and only fireproof woman I’d ever taken in the beautiful yellow-orange cocoon of our magic.

  I fucked her a bit faster, reaching around to circle her clit while I focused on hitting her pleasure center inside.

  "Say it again."

  "Drake," she moaned louder.

  "Louder, Dollface."

  "Drake!"

  Oh, fuck yes. The ripe scent of her arousal permeated the room like a fog, getting me high. She was so close to coming even I could barely see straight. One more thrust of my hips, and one more circle of my finger, and she was shattering apart in my hands. Her pussy strangled my cock like the bastard it was.

  I was close, but I held back, instead gazing down at Aubry, watching her shudder in delight.

  She rode my cock like a wave, gliding on a weightless high until crashing to the shore and gently receding back to the sea. As soon as I saw it start to ebb, I let my fingers change tempo, slowly building her up again. And just like a wave, her pleasure mounted and started gaining speed. She moaned and I prepared to rake her across the sandy beach yet again and wring every last drop of ecstasy from her body before retreating.

  "Alpha..." she panted, chasing after her breath like she couldn't quite catch it. "I mean, Drake. I... I'm going to come again soon."

  "I know, baby, I can smell it."

  "But I... I don't have your... permission."

  Mmm. Every muscle and nerve in my body thrummed in harmony to the same invisible tune. Sweet servitude. Sweet submission.

  Sweet soulma-

  Whoa! No fucking way!

  My eyes burst open and I immediately stopped moving. Sweat trickled down the side of my face and meandered over the highs and lows of my abs. I was breathless, and terrified of my own mind and thoughts.

  Contemplating murder? Fine. But contemplating that? Twice? The first time, I thought it was just a possessive slip. But soul—I couldn’t even think the word. I’d never thought that word before. Ever.

  Don't think, Drake, I told myself. But I was shaken, like I'd just woken from a nightmare to the exhausting relief and realization that it wasn't real.

  "Drake?" Aubry questioned again. She was still slick with need and shaking with an unfulfilled orgasm.

  I took a deep breath and regained my composure. Alright, fine. You can think. Just as long as it's with your other head…

  I reached out and threaded my fingers through her long snowy hair before squeezing tightly and pulling her head back until she arched enough that I could see that beautiful face. As her big, doe eyes gazed up at me with longing and need, I completely lost myself. Those chocolaty brown irises captivated me, drawing me deeper in every way until I no longer knew my way out.

  My dragon wings flared out as I unintentionally went into a partial shift.

  "Drake," she whispered—pleaded—as a tear streaked down her face.

  I knew some sub-dom relationships got intense like this, but I'd never been a part of one. It froze my mind, heart, and soul, but apparently not my cock or my mouth.

  "You can come now, Dollface," I whispered, pulling her hair with one hand and lifting the other to wipe her tears away. All the while, I slowly stroked in and out of her, angling to hit her g-spot as I gently pushed her over the edge.

  'I want to watch your eyes turn gold when you come.'

  Her words suddenly echoed in my mind, and as her body jerked and convulsed from the inside out, and my pleasure built to incredible heights, I couldn't help but give her what she wanted. Staring deep into the watery depths of her gaze, I felt the heat of my eyes flashing just before I exploded, rooting in extra deep as I blew my fucking load inside of her with a roar.

  My wings stretched wider, shivering like leaves in a breeze as I came.

  There were several moments where I felt suspended above the ground, just like I felt when I was flying, right before I went into a dive. It was perfect. Pure. Addicting. Slowly, I returned to reality, stroking a few more times to draw every sensation out for the both of us.

  Coming inside a woman. That was new for me.

  I knew she was clean and protected. I'd heard Bodie talking to Easton about the spell that fae royalty placed on their children at birth in order to protect against mothering or fathering any bastards. But if I was being completely honest, I didn't really give a fuck. Not in that moment. The stakes were too high, the emotions too raw. There would have been no backing down no matter what. Hell, even the thought of soulmates and shit hadn't stopped me. It had scared me, but not enough to stop me.

  But now...

  Now that she'd climbed off my dick and slowly spun around in my arms... Now that she smiled softly as she stared adoringly into my eyes... Now that my throat had clogged up 'cause I was starting to fucking catch feelings... Now, I needed to get the hell out of there.

  "Drake..." she whispered, taking a step closer before I could move. Her breasts pressed into my stomach, and I took a moment to simply breathe her in—like an orange orchard and a drizzle of honey.

  She searched my eyes for something—I had no idea what, nor did I want to know—as her palms glided ever so softly up my pecs. I swallowed hard, caught between the irrational yearning to wrap her in my arms and never let her go, and the urge to flee, to run as fast and as far as I could and never look back.

  My dragon snorted, annoyed at me for thinking about fleeing anything. Ever.

  I knew it was my duty as a dom to take care of my sub afterward, but... she had Easton and Bodie for that. They'd take care of her after I crushed her... After I crushed us both. But who would take care of me?

  Her warm breath fanned across my throat as she fluttered her wings and her lips rose up to meet me. She was completely unaware of the battle inside me when she murmured, "Kiss me, Drake."

  16

  Aubry

  Oh fucking god. I felt like a cheesy high school love poem, all angst and bad metaphors: I’d thrown my heart up into the air like a volleyball and smacked it over into Drake’s court. Now, it was his turn to make a move. To bump, set, and spike his heart right back to me.

  I tensed, holding my breath as I awaited his response.

  The longer he took to answer as he stared down at me, the more nervous I became. The more the butterflies in my stomach churned things up until it was frothy and unsettled like the ocean before a storm.

  Drake’s eyes suddenly darkened and shuttered, his jaw twitching before he clamped it tight. He turned away from me. "No."

  That word stung like a whip. But no pleasure accompanied it. Only this discombobulated pain that made me wince and made my chest curl inward.

  No? After what we'd just shared? No?

  He'd tossed my hope into the junkyard and crushed it like a beat-up car.

  No.

  It hurt. Oh, it hurt. The locker room around me started to dim as the pain took over and eclipsed my other senses.

  I'd been so vain, so sure. I leaned back against the wall, unable to hold up my own weight as I processed the fact that Drake had said… no.

  I must have misinterpreted every glance he gave me, every touch, every word. Stupid. It had all been wishful thinking on my part.

  Drake strode away, his careful movements as graceful as a dancer, his chiseled body as beautiful as a sculpture. He shifted so that his wings and black horns retreated before he grabbed his swim trunks from the tiled floor and slid them on. He was just as fucking heartless as a man carved from stone.

  He’d used me and tossed me aside.

  No. Worse. I’d begged him to use me. I'd dug my own hole and then let him push me in.

  And now I was dead. He'd killed me, just like he'd killed my father.

  That thought sparked rage, and I clung to that tiny flicker of light like a cavewoman, breathing life into it until the flame grew bigger.

  Fuck him!

  "You don't get to tell me no!" I marched after him as he yanked op
en the door and exited the locker room. I threw the door open even wider so that it smacked the wall, and I followed him out.

  He didn't respond. He didn't even pause. Just kept striding down the hall like he couldn’t hear me.

  Stupid cold-blooded reptile.

  If he thought that being naked would stop me, he had another thing coming. I'd had doms parade me through parties before, completely nude except for a collar and leash. I hadn't given two shits when we'd run down the hall after that mage during our takeover of the college.

  I flew after him and yanked on his shoulder. "Fucking look at me."

  "No!" he roared, refusing to stop and shoving my hand away.

  Every rejection I'd ever had in my life hurt less than his literal brush off.

  "Drake."

  He kept walking.

  "Drake!" I yelled.

  He was nearly to the double doors that led outside.

  "I could just fucking force a kiss on you," I snarled. "Bodie and Easton would hold you down if I told them to. And I could fucking force you."

  That was when he whirled, and his wings came back out. The rest of him stayed human, but those big, gorgeous dragon wings flared in fury. Their black, leathery texture blocked the arc light shining through the windows of the double doors behind him. It made him truly look the part of The Shadow. The tiny claws on the tips of his wings scraped against the walls. That apple cider scent of his hit my nostrils, even from down the hall. Drake’s eyes glowed gold.

  "You. Will. Not." I could hear the alpha command flowing through his voice, his tone getting deeper and more resonant.

  "Your bullshit doesn't work on me." I planted my feet on the tiles and crossed my arms defiantly, glad that I'd finally evoked some kind of reaction out of him. Some kind of fight. Because after how he'd made me feel, I wanted a brutal fucking massacre.

  I wanted to wreck him. I wanted to make him bleed.

  Drake dropped his wings and strode forward, eyes locked on mine, his face hard. He stopped about three feet away. "You will never kiss me."

  His words swung down like a guillotine and sliced through my ire… and my heart. The despair that my anger had been suppressing welled up and filled my eyes. Drake's face grew blurry.