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“It’s just the bond,” she panted, her hands fisting the sheets as she looked down at me.
Unlikely, given the pool she was making, but I let her have it just so I could taste her again. Pleasure pulsed down our bond as I closed my mouth over her. Flattening my tongue, I licked her, then swirled over her clit.
The gasp I tore from her was pure ecstasy. She shamelessly pressed into my face, so I gave her exactly what she wanted: my tongue inside her. Already, I knew what she liked, which strings to pull to make her a mess beneath me.
I fucking hated it. Yet I couldn’t stop myself from doing more, wanting more from her.
“Rokath,” she breathed, head tipping back. Her walls fluttered over my tongue, and another thought slipped down our co
“That’s because no one has ever pleasured you like me, little imposter. You didn’t know the meaning until I licked your cunt last night.”
I pressed my thumb into her clit, spearing deep inside her. She was going to come all over my face, flood me with her arousal. A scream tore from her throat again, but this was all pleasure. A satisfied growl slipped from me, encouraging her to keep coming. I wasn’t nearly done with her.
Only once she started to calm did I retreat. I stood at the foot of the bed, eyes raking over her perfect body. The perfect peaks of her nipples. The way her legs remained open. The way her pussy begged me to fill it.
The tip of my cock was already weeping for it. I made quick work of removing my pants, the pain finally abating as I sprang free.
Assyria’s jaw dropped again, though for an entirely different reason this time. “Is that going to fit?”
A smirked down at her, fisting myself to relieve some of the ache. “If you want it, I’ll make it.”
“That doesn’t make me feel any better,” she replied, tone laced with breathy need and a hint of trepidation.
“It wasn’t supposed to,” I growled, climbing back onto the bed. It dipped beneath my bulk, and Assyria examined me with the same hunger I had her as I settled between her thighs.
“Relax,” I said, trying to encourage her rather than frighten her. I trailed the pads of my fingers lightly over her skin, then brushed the hair out of her face so I could see her expression the moment I seated myself fully.
“I’ve only been with Vagach like this before,” she whispered, her teeth raking her bottom lip.
Fuck.
A primal urge to claim overpowered me, nearly making me spear right into her and likely hurt her in the process. I gritted my teeth, battling for control with the raging beast inside me. I dragged in a breath, trying to count to calm myself.
“Probably not the best time to mention that,” I gritted out, bunching the sheets in a white-knuckled grip. Anything to contain this feral part of me that wanted to take her like a wild animal. “The bond wants me to claim you even more now, erase the memory of him from your mind, body, soul.”
“Do it. Let’s get it out of the way so we can go back to hating each other,” she said, her tone breathy and wanton. My dick jumped as she pressed into me.
She was so, so wet.
“Let’s,” I groaned out. Then finally, fucking finally, I pushed into her. The moment I was seated fully, lightning stuck, taking with it all sense of self. It stole my breath, my reason, my judgement, only leaving me with the knowledge of how to make her irrevocably mine. The mark on my mate’s wrists was nothing compared to what would happen the first time she came around my cock.
A cry ripped from her throat and I swore, my eyes rolling back into my head as the most divine pleasure I’d ever experienced swept through me. Nothing, fucking nothing, compared to this.
I could slaughter every Angel single handedly in a the span of a day, and yet it wouldn’t remake the fabric of my being like this fucking moment.
I dragged in a serrated breath, then ripped my attention back to my mate. With a feral growl, I crashed my hips into hers, then captured her lips. She shot backward with the force of my thrusts, her core gripping me so tightly I thought I might come right then and there.
“Assyria,” I rasped, brows pinching as I buried myself to the hilt. Her cunt pulsed around me. “Fuck, you feel incredible.”
I slipped a hand under her lower back, angling her hips down so I could get even fucking deeper inside her. I didn’t relent on my bruising pace. The need to erase every other male from her mind, her body, her soul was overwhelming. Never had I felt so compelled to possess.
And with the wet sounds coming from where we joined, with how fucking slick my thighs were, I knew, deep down, I was gone. She was going to be my greatest craving, and I hated it.
“More,” Assyria demanded, over and over and over again. So I gave it to her, her walls tightening down with each subsequent drag of my dick from root to tip.
A tremble wracked her tiny frame beneath me as I moved my lips to her neck and dragged my teeth over the soft skin there.
“Rokath.” My name, my real name, slipped out, half-plea, half-prayer. I answered her with a deep thrust and circle of my hips so they brushed over her clit.
Her breath fled, and then she shattered. The pulses of her pussy only made my cock throb harder, and I gritted my teeth to prevent myself from coming before her orgasm finished. Slapping sounds filled the air as I pounded into her harder and harder, dragging out her pleasure.
“Fuck, keep coming, Assyria. I’m so close,” I grunted, my own breath coming in ragged pants. Sweat slicked my torso, but I was not going to surrender to my own orgasm until she was thoroughly wrung out.
Those dark lashes fluttered against her cheeks as her ecstasy eased. When she opened them and revealed those devious burgundy eyes, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
With a curse, I jumped back, my dick immediately hating me for leaving my mate’s warm center. Hot ropes of cum shot from me and spilled onto her stomach; I didn’t even have to grip myself to finish.
Breathless, I rested my forehead against hers. Our eyes locked, and she showed me such depth of emotion in that moment, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to unpack it all. If the emotion slipping from her side of the bond was any indication, she was utterly altered by our joining. Just like me.
“Wait here,” I ordered, needing a moment of space to process what the fuck had just happened. Shoving off the bed, I strode immediately to the bathing chamber. I rummaged through a few cabinets, finding clean cloths, and then I ran them under the tap. Satisfied they would work sufficiently, I returned to my bed.
Assyria was in the same position I left her, wrung out from the orgasms I’d given her.
Tenderly, I opened her wider, cleansing her skin of our combined releases. Then, grabbing a different rag, I lifted each of her slender arms and wiped the wounds too. I pressed my lips to each mark I left in her, the primal part of the bond purring with my outright claim. Yet at the memory of her scream, guilt nipped at me. She hadn’t wanted it, and I’d forced it on her.
I retreated as I grappled with myself for control.
She just made me so fucking angry all the time. I was a wreck because of her. My life was chaos because of her. So why did I feel guilty about trying to break her? To show her that I was in charge?
I grabbed my discarded clothes and pulled them on after I returned to the bathing chamber. Then, I swapped the used rags for clean bandages and some ointment for her wrists without thinking. Why did I care so much if they healed properly?
The reckoning happening inside me held all my focus until I found Assyria attempting to dress. I cleared my throat to get her attention. “If you sit on the bed, I can clean your wrists so they don’t get an infection.”
She glanced at the healing supplies I held, her brows rising off her forehead.
“Okay,” she said warily, pulling on undergarments. When she settled herself on the mattress, I sat beside her, studying her flushed face and wild hair. All the signs I’d made her come thoroughly. Yet it wasn’t enough, and I already wanted her again, despite my better judgement.
I focused on her wrists to dispel the disquiet in my head. Spreading ointment evenly, I ensured no bit of the H was left untouched. Then, I wrapped the smooth fabric over them, not too loose, and not too tight.
Before the bond got any more ideas, I rose from the bed. My armor lay scattered, and I picked up each piece, studying it for any marks or dings. I buffed out a few spots, but otherwise, they were unharmed in my rush to get it all off.
Meanwhile, Assyria finally dressed, allowing my dick to calm down.
“You should put those in your bag,” I said, indicating the ointment and bandages. She tucked them away without a word. Settling my ebony horned helmet over my head, I sighed, feeling more like myself again. “Are you ready to go?”
She lifted one brow with all the snark she was capable of. “Are we now asking nicely for things in our relationship?”
I wanted to growl at her. Clearly one orgasm around my cock hadn’t shaken her fire from her. “First, this isn’t a relationship in the traditional sense. Second, if you keep up with that smart mouth, I’m going to go back to demands,” I pronounced.
“Fine, I’m ready,” she said, her tone like ice. She hefted her bag onto her shoulder with a glare.
I turned on my heel and stalked away before I lost my temper and thought of other ways to control this fucking female.
She followed me all through the palace, quiet in the early morning, until we reached the stables, where my horse waited for us.
I took her bag out of her hands and threw it across his back. She didn’t protest as I lifted her by the waist and put her in the saddle. Then, I dug my foot into the stirrup and swung myself over. At our close proximity, the bond flared again. I gritted my teeth and willed it away.
But down it, more than a hint of pain caught my attention.
With smug satisfaction, I realized it was coming from Assyria. I urged my horse forward, and Assyria made a small noise, like the motion hurt her. Cursing myself, I wrapped a strong arm around her waist and lifted her ever so slightly out of the saddle, so the hard leather wouldn’t dig into her core.
I hated that I wanted to care for her in this way. I should have relished the pain I caused her. Instead, I was fucking carrying her in my arms as we made our way to the war camp.
What would happen when we reached it?