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I try to laugh, but it comes out a high, keening noise as he slicks his finger through my folds.

“So fucking wet for me, all tied up and nowhere to go,” Nydo says, his voice a luxurious taunt. “Whatever will I do with you now?”

I’m practically panting. Every nerve is all too aware of him, ready for the next touch.

“Who does this belong to?” he asks again, lowering his face between my legs. I hold my breath, not trusting myself to continue to resist him. His hot tongue darts out, and he licks long across my pussy. His powers penetrate me, warmth gliding in and out of me, even as his tongue works around my clit.

Never quite enough, never quite where I need it.

“You are a tease,” I pant, squeezing my eyes shut, not wanting to beg.

That’s what he wants. He wants me to beg for more, to break down and tell him it’s his. That I am his.

It shouldn’t be so damn sexy, but it is.

“Look at me,” he rasps. “Eyes on me, little flame. Let me see you unravel. Let me watch while I set you on fire.”

He licks again, slow and sure and hot, and I lift my hips, the building ache too much for me to deny it now.

“Exquisite. Everything about you is exquisite,” he says. “Love it when you offer your sex to me, lifting your hips like such a good little mate.”

I groan again, tossing my head, his dirty talk only driving my need higher, harder.

“Do you need more?” he asks.

“Yes,” I manage, just shy of begging.

“Good,” he says approvingly, and I yelp as he slaps my pussy, then shoves a finger inside me with a wet, sloppy sound. Any blood that wasn’t already in my privates rushes there as fast as it can. His mouth moves back over me, languid, sensual, unhurried.

I’m going to fall the fuck apart, and he’s teasing me. This is his game. He wants to keep me on the edge, so fucking close, and then wait for me to beg him.

“Who does this belong to?” he asks again.

“Me,” I groan.

Sweat breaks out on my chest, my forehead. He smiles up at me, and it’s pure pleasure on his face. He’s enjoying this battle of wills.

I am too.

He reaches between us with the hand that’s not inside me, pinching my nipple.

I roll my hips, the increased sensation making it all build to a delicious, unstoppable high.

“I feel how you want me, my flame, my mate. I feel all of you clenching around me, so fucking tight. So fucking perfect. You are a work of art,” he says, and I inhale deeply. His eyes are full of emotion. “Everything about you calls to me.”

He crooks a finger inside of me, and I scream as he finds my g-spot, rubbing it in sure, steady circles.

His mouth pulls at my clit, and I’m so fucking close, tugging against the restraints, chasing the orgasm that’s just out of reach.

Then he’s gone.

His smirks up at me, and goosebumps pebble all across my skin, the loss of the building orgasm leaving me half-wild.

“Do you want to use your safe word yet?” he asks, teasing the insides of my shaking thighs with his delicious, warm fingertips.

"No," I choke out.

“Then tell me this is mine,” he demands softly, his eyes unyielding.

“No,” I repeat.

“Then let us begin again,” he says, his mouth raised in a half smile.

“Take your clothes off,” I say, unable to sit up, unable to touch him… but I want to see him.

His smile turns wide then, full, like he likes that I want to look at him, likes it very much. Slowly, sensuously, he tugs his pants off. He’s not wearing underwear, and my mouth waters at the sight of his massive, hard cock. His shirt follows, and then he’s as bare as I am.

“You’re so sexy,” I tell him, and I clench on nothing, needing more, needing… him.

His cocksure smile falters, then he’s really gri

“I am glad you like the way I look, my little flame,” he says.

His fingers track down my i

“Because I like the way you look. I love the way you look, the way you move. The way you fight me for every inch. The way you think, the way you are brave. I love all these things,” he says, and the teasing tone is gone from his voice.

I falter, because it doesn’t just sound like he’s saying shit to say it.

It sounds like… he means it.

And then he blows cold air across my pussy, only to slap it again. I cry out against the wet sound, my arousal returning with a vengeance, that orgasm that built so strong through me threatening to crest.

He blows on it again, studying my reactions, my face. I’m sweating slightly, my hands clenching the cords where they wrap around my wrists and tie me to the table.

His mouth and hands start to work me all over again, until I’m shaking. Time ceases to exist. There’s nothing but my body and his, nothing but this need to come, roaring, consuming.

I don’t know how long it’s been, how many times he’s brought me to the edge only to back off, but my heart is racing and I’m so strung out on needing to orgasm I’m not sure how much longer I can deny him the words he wants so badly.

He pauses, sitting back and staring at me.

I manage to open my eyes, lifting my chin and meeting his gaze.

“I want you to be mine,” Nydo says suddenly, and I realize this isn’t the game for him I thought it was. “I want you to truly want to be mine.”

“Nydo,” I manage, trying to focus, trying to think past the pleasure and need that threatens to tow me under.

His mouth falls upon me again, two fingers inside me working relentlessly. There’s no game anymore, just Nydo, working me inside and out, bringing me to orgasm.

I writhe on the table as pleasure bursts through me, nearly weeping from the intensity of it.

“I want you so badly,” he tells me, and it sounds like a desperate secret. “I need you.”

He doesn’t ask me again if I belong to him. Instead, he lowers his body onto mine, pressing a fevered kiss against my lips. His skin is scorching where it meets mine, and he drags his cock through my slick pussy, causing me to cry out again.

“Nydo,” I say, unable to say anything but his name. I’m too far gone.

“I want you to need me too,” he says, and it’s not the rough fucking I expected when he sinks into me slowly, stretching me all over again. His hand snakes beneath my head, protecting it, and he flicks his hips back and forth.

“Lift your hips for me, my little flame,” he grunts, and I’m only too happy to comply.

“Want to touch you,” I grit out.

A rush of heat sizzles against my fingers, and the cords tying me to the table snap. I wrap my arms around Nydo’s head, my mouth clashing against his. My legs wrap around him, and I dig my heels into his back as he drives into me harder, relentless.

“Leigh, my Leigh,” he says, and it’s full of need that threatens to break my heart. “My little flame.” He pulls out, painting cum all over my stomach again.

I kiss him again, unable to tell him what he wants so badly to hear.

Afraid that it might already be true.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

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LEIGH

Roth is miniscule out the window, all green and blue and too much like Earth for me to be anything but shocked.

It’s been three days, three nights, in flight.

He hasn’t left my side since he tied me to the table. I don’t know if it was the intimacy of that moment, those hours, the fact that he brought me to orgasm a startling amount of times, or if the hormones have simply worn off, but the need to have sex has slowly dwindled to a normal amount. It no longer encompasses every other thought.

Nydo hasn’t complained though, hasn’t asked me who I belong to again.