She rocked over him, dragging her clothed core across his cock. After fumbling to find its edges, she drew the illusioned-veil from her face with annoyed hit-or-miss tugs—right, she’d claimed she couldn’t feel or see it. She settled the veil roughly across the back of her head and tugged her fingers into his hair. The Rillis rope thumped softly against his back. After yanking his head back with more violence than was necessary, she angled her bare neck in front of his mouth with a clank of her iron collar he heard as a muted thud. When he didn’t react, she nudged his teeth against her skin, above the band. Wide for her slender neck, it sat heavily at its base, like a macabre necklace. When he hesitated, she dragged his head back and forth so that his fangs scraped that tender, smooth skin of her neck.
She was his enemy.
He should resist.
He didn’t.
Couldn’t, really. She was the very definition of an irresistible temptation.
He sank his fangs into her Majora, piercing the skin with a crisp pop he’d heard thousands of times over the centuries but only imagined now.
Everything was still buzzing dully.
But something finally sliced through it.
When Baz took his first pull from her vein, his vicious viper moaned so loudly it reached him through the ringing.
He sucked her blood, allowing it to dance across his tongue, to explode with flavor—she tasted like everything he’d ever wanted, which really shouldn’t have been possible—while he pumped his hips against hers. With how hard he was, maybe his dick would succeed in piercing the leathers they both wore.
He drank more, much more. Velle moaned again. And when Zi groaned in complaint, this time he heard her, loud and clear.
He just pretended he didn’t.
Chapter 23
No One’s Little Shadow
Insisting that Baz drink from me was a necessary compromise. I needed answers; I needed solutions; and by the fucking Ethers, I needed them before I went mad locked up in this castle, all but Baz’s slave. I was bound twice over. All that spared me from being a true slave was that Baz hadn’t commanded me to do much I hadn’t wanted to do—once we got past when he locked me up in his dungeon and starved me, of course; there was always that.
Screwing him was no burden. In fact, the sex was good, concerningly good. Baz had to be the sexiest man to ever strut across the Opalese.
At least I couldn’t be blamed for not resisting his dubious charms. He was my captor. Anything I did while working to secure my escape was fair play. It didn’t matter that Rafaela wouldn’t see it that way. All she’d see would be me slowly softened by our most terrible enemy. She could never find out about what had transpired since I’d flung myself onto Ombrash Island.
Baz sucked hard on my vein. A fresh wave of ecstasy rolled through my body, warming me from the inside out. I realized his compatriots and even the ghost would be scrutinizing my every move. Even so, I couldn’t help but writhe with my pleasure.
Baz suckled at my neck while he drew hard at my blood and I damn near ethercrested. My eyelids slammed shut while I squeezed my core, wrestling it under control. There was absolutely no way I would allow myself to climax in front of Aziza. The others might be more understanding, but she would never let me live it down.
Another suck of my blood. Another clenching squeeze of my inner walls.
Keep it together, Sora. You must get yourself under control!
I had offered myself up to the very last man in the entire Opalese I should have because … shit, I knew there’d been reasons. Lots of really good reasons. Great reasons, even. What the fuck were they?
A moan loosed from between lips I could clamp together no harder, and I discovered myself grinding on Baz’s lap. He was so rigid it felt like he had an actual rock for a cock.
My head flung itself back of its own accord as I warred with my impulses, fighting to wrangle my thoughts. I’d always been one to play hard whenever I got the chance, the harder the better. Life was no gentle mistress. The demigod was as violent and petulant as the rest of her siblings. Her twin brother Death could cast his pall at any moment.
But, I’d given myself to my captor for very good reasons…
“For dragon’s sake,” Aziza muttered. “They’re seriously going to start fucking with us right here, aren’t they?”
“No,” Ed said. “They wouldn’t do that.” She hesitated. “Well, Baz wouldn’t do that.” Another considering pause. “Yeah, they’re gonna screw right in front of us.”
Their brazen discussion should have yanked me back from my abandon, if only to dish some shit back at them.
“Stop,” Night said. “No more drinking.”
“Baz … brother,” Félix said. “You’ve fallen under her spell.”
