Not his horns.
Not his blue skin.
Not his eyes the color of twilight.
We exchange words I won’t remember later, because my mind is stuck on just the few that leave his lips: “Drop your top, show me your tits, lift your hips, and show me that pussy.” And just like that, I don’t care about any of that other stuff either.
Instead, I sit there, looking at the monster on the floor between my bare legs, who’s unrecognizable to me in appearance and yet whose soul I know I’ve met before.
There is nojeongin him. There is nojeongshared between us—no we or oneness, no random acts of true kindness to bind us. But there isinyeon. Layered over years, over lifetimes,inyeonis a concept in Korean Buddhism that provides an explanation as to why two people may meet in certain times and certain places. It’s a concept I’ve always found deeply romantic. Could it beinyeonthat brought Taranis and me here and now, together like this?
Or what if it isn’tinyeonat all, butagyeon—bad connections layered atop one another for so many lifetimes that our meeting here can onlyhave a terrible outcome? Taranis is a narcissist. He’s a murderer. He’s bigger now and, if the Wyvern’s reversion is anything to go by, more powerful. What if this leads to a dark end? Maybe we’ve met before and hated each other just like this so many times. Maybe Taranis’s reversion leads to destruction on a massive scale. And maybe it’s me who triggers it this time. Maybe we are a doomed fate.
But it doesn’t matter at all if we’reagyeonorinyeon. My mind and body have already decided that I’m going to do whatever he wants. I’ve never met a bully like this, one whoseesme just like I see him. One who, without judgment, will give me exactly what Ilike.
“Please,” he all but begs me, the single word shaking my soul.
As soon as I say the words, “Yes, Darius ...,” he leans in and licks a line up my shaved center with his fat. blue. tongue.
I release a wild scream, only to feel a current of electricity skitter across my chest that causes me to spasm. The words any other woman might think to shout—how dare you speak to me like this, who the fuck do you think you are, stop the car now—don’t come out. They don’t even surface in my mind. All I can think is how I might have found a dom worth my time.
“Your safe word isnirvana,” he says before licking me again. He’s teasing me and it’s torturous. I whimper, my back arched so badly I’m going to need a chiropractor when this is all over. “Repeat it.”
“Ni ... Fuck ... fuck, Taranis ...” My tits are out, my pussy’s out, my dress is bunched around my waist. Taranis has shed his shredded tux, and I’m pretty sure he’s pulled his cock out, though I haven’t had a chance to look at it with how his tongue has been burrowing between my folds, working me up toward a monstrous crescendo.
He slaps my tits hard enough to make me scream. Bright, hot pain flashes through my chest. He might have held back, but not by much, and I fucking adore him for it. Oh no. Oh God. He’s going to have me wrapped around his giant claws before the night is through.
I bite my bottom lip and whimper as tears swim in my vision. He glares at me sternly, and I know I’ve done something wrong, deserving of punishment.Please, God, yes ...
“Do you not understand simple instructions? What did I tell you to call me?”
“Darius,” I whisper, realizing my slip.
“Since you can’t even get that right, don’t make another goddamn sound in my presence until I give you express permission. Watching you humiliate yourself for my pleasure, like you humiliated me by bringing me to this goddamn event, is the only thing I want from you right now.”
I’m so wet. I have half a mind to be humiliated anew by the fact that I’m going to leave a huge puddle on this seat that Taranis, the bastard, will inevitably make someone else clean, but I can’t speak. He told me not to. Instead, I watch and wait as he pulls on my right arm until I’m lying down, sprawled out on my back across the long bench seat. This time, when he opens my legs, placing the right over the back of the seat and draping my left knee over his shoulder, and ducks his head back in between them, he avoids the risk of impaling me with his horns.
They’re huge, his horns—at least a foot long each, maybe more. They stand straight out from his head, unlike the Wyvern’s, which arch down first before curving up and ending above his crown in terrifying points. And Taranis’s spiral. The spirals catch the light and make the glitter coating them look like diamonds. They’re beautiful. But I can’t focus on them now because his tongue is long as hell.
I take the hard thrust of his tongue in silence, every nip of his sharp teeth on the soft skin of my thighs terrifying. Every dizzying ministration of his lips over my clitoris, my vulva, my every little inch leaves me paralyzed. I’m sweating with the effort it takes to stay quiet, writhing on the bench seat, opening my mouth wide, and, as the first orgasm hits, giving in to it with rapture.
Electricity shoots through my body at the same time that the orgasm blasts through my lower half. I’m embarrassed by how quickly I come, but not embarrassed enough to somehow stop it even if I could have. Pleasure thrusts itself over me like the tide over the shore. I can’t do anything about it. I also can’t stay quiet anymore.
I scream, shouting Darius’s name amid a chorus of curses that I’m sure can be heard by Nicoleta up front. I’m hotter than an ember. I’m shaking all over, spasming as the orgasm drifts away from me. I call it back, but Taranis—Darius—has released my clit from his lips and is yanking my hips forward, moving his mouth lower, all the way to my asshole. I feel super uncomfortable and squeeze my knees around his shoulders, but he sends little shocks across their outsides, and I cry out.
He slaps the outside of my lowered thighhard.“You’re just a stupid little whore, aren’t you?” he says, his voice raspy. His face is blockier than it was, his features sort of similar but all wrong, and for a moment when our eyes meet, I try to jerk away from him, like he’s a strange monster I’ve never seen before.
I bite my bottom lip and whimper tragically, tears along the seams of my eyes. I don’t think he’d have any way to tell, but they’re tears of happiness. He knows what Ilike,and what I like is being a sub. A true sub—not that I’ve ever had the chance.
I’ve only had two partners in the past I’ve felt comfortable enough to ask for what I want. My girlfriend had a hard time giving me commands with any authority and was uncomfortable tying me up. Her discomfort made me uncomfortable, so after the first couple times, I just stopped asking ... and went back to what worked for both of us.
One boyfriend I had—fucking prick—took it too far. He punched me—punchedme—like he’d just been waiting for the go-ahead. I’d kicked him out and never talked to him again.
In Darius’s arms, I feel so fucking safe. Oh, the irony. Thebitterbloody irony. I am still 100 percent certain Taranis would have no trouble leaving me in an abandoned subway station, but I am equally sure that when it comes to this, Darius wouldn’t let me drown.
“Answer me, whore,” he hisses in this new throaty tone that makes my libido roar.
I all but scream, “Yes!”
