Firm fingers pushed into Tate, and Tate’s back arched clean off the bed.“You’re right about that,” Adelais said, a toothy smile coming with her words.“Youwillgive me anything.”
It felt good to resist, to say no.To be forced to take what Adelais was giving her, because that way she didn’t have to ask for it, she didn’t have to weigh if she’d atoned enough to deserve it.She didn’t have to wonder if it was selfish to take just one thing, one moment, for herself when the abbey needed her so desperately and always would.
Adelais slid her fingers free and then braced both hands on Tate’s naked thighs.She could feel her own wetness against her skin from Adelais’s touch, and it abruptly felt so raw, so carnal, that she could hardly stand it.Then came the Wolf’s mouth, a hot slick of tongue, and Tate uttered a broken groan.She hadn’t felt someone’s mouth on her in so long, hadn’t felt that symphony of soft lips, slippery tongue, blunt teeth in what felt like forever.Since before Edwin had died.
Adelais ate Tate’s cunt with a sort of greed that made the dynamic perfectly clear: this was not for Tate.Tate was bound and helpless forAdelais’spleasure, not her own, and that alone ratcheted up Tate’s pleasure even higher.
Heat, tickling and seeking, twined through Tate’s core, twisting up into her chest and throat.Adelais licked and swirled like Tate was the only food she’d had in years, and then she pulled Tate’s clit into her mouth and sucked.
Tate cried out, squirming, reaching down to thread fingers through Adelais’s hair, and then remembered all over again that her hands were tied and she could do no such thing.
Adelais lifted her head from between Tate’s legs and looked up at her with shining eyes and a shining, wet mouth.“It won’t do to be so noisy, sister,” the Wolf said.“I’d hate to have to flip you over and make you bite the blanket as I feel this lovely cunt for myself.Are you going to be quiet for me?”
Tate nodded quickly, sealing her lips together, although she couldn’t deny that the threat wound her up too.
“I think I know the problem,” Adelais said, a thread of malice weaving through her words.It made Tate shiver to hear.“You’ve been hiding this sweet thing away from everyone for so long, and it needs to come before you can behave.Don’t worry.I can help with that.”
Adelais reached down to her hip, and there was a flash of metal in the dark.Tate twisted instinctively—no matter how much she trusted Adelais, no matter how much she loved this depraved game of theirs, there was no escaping the urge to shy away from a knife.
With an annoyed sigh, Adelais splayed a hand on Tate’s belly to pin her to the cot.Adelais put the blade between her own teeth and held the knife in her mouth while she unpinned her cloak and wrapped part of it around her hand.“It’s for your own good, beautiful.”And then she did something that Tate, abbess of Far Hope, leader of secret prayers in the star-ceilinged chamber, couldn’t understand.Adelais took the knife out of her mouth and licked the smooth, unornamented hilt.
Tate blinked, wondering if the darkness was playing tricks on her, if she’d missed something in her twenty-five years of life that would have indicated that hilt-licking was a sexual act.
But then it became shockingly, exquisitely clear when Adelais took the knife and gently eased the hilt inside Tate.
Never—not even since she’d been initiated into Far Hope’s rites—had Tate done such a thing, had she evenheardof such a thing, using an object this way.Not even at Thornchurch, where she’d admittedly been too young to stay at the Beltane fires past dark, had she heard rumors or whispers of anything like this—and what happened by the fires was the most popular topic of conversation among her friends before she’d left for the abbey.
And yet it was happening, the handle of the knife was moving inside her, slow and good and intoxicating.Tate had seen the wide knob at the top of the handle when Adelais had held the knife between her teeth, but now she felt the knob inside: cool and hard against her soft places, and every slide and press of it was like a bright light moving inside her.
It was different from clever fingers or a thick penis, and it felt even more depraved for that difference.It felt wonderful.She couldn’t get enough of it.She didn’t ever want to.
But she also couldn’t move, she didn’t dare, because even with Adelais’s cloak-wrapped hand over most of the blade, it felt like any movement could slice her right open.So she stayed as still as she possibly could, shivering in place as Adelais slowly worked the hilt in and out of her sex.
Adelais tilted the hilt in such a way that the knob pressed into the very front of Tate’s walls, and she cried out again, unable to help it.Adelais didn’t scold her this time, however, and there was a wide, wolfish smile in the dark as she did it again, fucking Tate better with the handle of a knife than anyone had ever fucked her with their body before.
Still unable to move for fear of the blade, Tate trembled in place, panting, her body not her own.Her body was Adelais’s now, the Wolf’s, and every rush and sear of sensation felt like it was coming from outside herself, coming from heaven above.A falling star, a burning bush, all kindling deep in her core.
“Oh, abbess, I wish you could see what I see right now,” Adelais said.“You getting fucked like this.It’s beautiful.”
Tate was past speech.Whatever the hilt was rubbing against now was so fundamental to her existence, so frantically necessary, that she couldn’t eventhinkof the words she might speak.There was only surviving this onslaught of pleasure, there was only holding her body ready for this, and then Adelais finished her off.
Adelais leaned forward—hand still working the hilt inside Tate—and licked Tate’s clit, thoroughly polishing its little tip with her tongue and then pulling it into her mouth with a hot suck.
Tate broke apart, a quake followed by a shattering followed by another quake, and on and on, her body contracting around the thickness in her cunt like it was the only thing she could hold onto in this world, her thighs locked and her chest heaving with short, wild breaths as her body shuddered and clenched and sent shivering release to every single part of her body.
Her lips tingled, her toes and fingertips too, and over and over again she came on Adelais’s knife and against Adelais’s mouth; she came like no nun should at the touch of her abbey’s invader.
And yet she did.
Adelais pulled away to watch as Tate finally, finally subsided, going limp as if her spirit had left her body.Adelais slid the knife free, and even in her stupor, Tate felt how careful the movement was.She was making sure no part of the blade was at risk of cutting Tate’s thighs.
“A real Viking wouldn’t have been so considerate,” Tate murmured, barely able to move her head to get a better look at Adelais wiping the hilt of her knife on her cloak.
Adelais laughed as she sheathed it.“Hard to say.Maybe a Viking would have known good treasure when they saw it.”A peremptory hand played over Tate’s sex, which was slick and swollen now.“Even very greedy people can take very good care of their treasures.At any rate, I’m not finished with you yet.”
She stood and pulled off her boots and hose with rough, dangerous motions.The moonlight illuminated the high curves of her ass and firm lines of her thighs as she moved, and then she was pushing Tate’s bound hands over her head.
“Snap your fingers if you want to stop,” Adelais said, more cheerful than cruel now, and then she climbed onto the cot.
