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I watch, fascinated as he continues to dip his middle and index fingers into the mixture in slow, deliberative movements, as if he is dipping them into something else. My core clenches as my eyes refuse to leave the lurid display in front of me. Perhaps this is the punishment and not the spice at all?

All I can think about is his fingers sliding into me with such slow, agonizing precision, and the moan that slips between my lips sounds just as tortured as my thoughts.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to go too hard on you this time.” He clearly misunderstands, but I refuse to enlighten him. “Now, part those pretty lips for me.”

I squirm against the sheets as he brings the bowl closer to my mouth. The only saving grace I have is those damned respirators. They’re the only thing concealing the scent of arousal flooding the room.

“Please-. I…” I trail off, not knowing exactly what I’m pleading for.

“This will be over soon. Maybe now you’ll think twice about putting yourself in danger.” With swift, efficient swipes of his fingers, he smears the concoction over my lips, pausing for a moment before sliding the digits inside to coat my tongue.

Heat blazes through my system, but it’s nothing compared to the burn in my body at the contact of his fingers in my mouth. Closing my eyes, I wrap my lips around them and suck, mimicking what I’ve seen other betas and omegas doing.

“Gods, Ladria,” he groans, pumping them in and out in a decadent rhythm. “That's right. Take your punishment like a good girl. Lap it up and take the burn deep inside.”

He has no idea just how right he is. My body is an inferno, far more than the tingling of my lips and tongue. The scent of him, the sight of him rocking back and forth, it’s all so overwhelming. Thankfully, my hands are immobile, otherwise, I would have reached down to stroke myself, fanning the flames even higher.

After several moments, he pulls them out, and I can’t stop the whimper that claws at the back of my throat. The heat from the ignisradix ignites further as air eddies around my lips adding to the nearly indescribable yearning flowing through my veins. This isn’t normal. This is something else. Never, in all my years of eating spicy things have I ever felt like I was melting from the inside out.

Pinpricks of discomfort dot my lips as they swell from the mind-numbing reaction. There. That’s a familiar sensation I can hold onto, to keep my brain from drifting into dangerous territories filled with heats and mating. Letting my head rest against the headboard, I allow the moans I’ve been holding back the freedom to fill the space between us.

Davix sits back and crosses his arms, watching the display I’m putting on just for him. His eyes twinkle as he nods his head, as if this ‘punishment’ is having the desired effect. All it’s doing is making me crave the elicit foods I consumed with my friends, the late nights where we looked up at the cloudy sky eating junk, and a thick long cock I can ride until this itch is finally scratched.

CHAPTER 14

Davix

I sit there, watching Ladria’s pitiful display. The poor thing rocks back and forth as the searing heat no doubt fries her synapses. I want to aid her, to comfort her, but I can’t allow myself to follow the healer instincts.

Staring down at my fingers, I resist the urge to slide them back into her mouth. The innocent way in which she sucked on me is forever etched into my brain, and my body craves more, demands more. Now, more than ever, it’s imperative I force her into a heat sooner rather than later.

Even with the respirators in, I can’t stop the electric pull between her body and mine. But not only is she innocent, but she’s also determined to resist me. I don’t want to force myself on her, to be yet one more Alpha that takes advantage of her station, but the need to be buried deep inside, to pierce her flesh with my teeth beats about in my brain like a living thing demanding to be set free.

Reaching down for the small satchel that contains traces of patonsersa, a plain starch that’s excellent for neutralizing the heat from spicy foods, I coat my fingers and rub them against her lips. Once more, she parts them, leaning her face forward as I massage the powdery substance into her delicate skin.

I’m playing with fire, and yet, I can’t help myself as I slip into her mouth and rub her tongue, needing to feel the textured flesh against my fingertips. For a moment, she draws back, her face screwed up as she tastes the starch, and I can’t help but laugh. It’s short-lived, however, because soon, she leans forward again, wrapping those lips around my thick digits, sucking off every bit of residue.

My balls draw up to the point of pain as I watch her bobbing back and forth, alternating between licking and sucking. There’s an urgency there, a fervent need that I’ve never known from her before. It’s intoxicating. All I can think about is her pleasuring my cock in the same manner.

Pulling back, I wipe my fingers against my pants and clear my throat. One of us has to be the voice of reason, and judging by the way Ladria’s eyes are dilated, that person has to be me. This was supposed to be a punishment after all.

“Decide to put yourself at risk again,” I growl, “and I’ll coat a very different set of lips. Am I understood?”

Her mouth drops open as pink tinges her cheeks. “Yes, Davix. I understand.”

I pin her with a hard glare, crossing my arms as I stare down at her. “Are you forgetting already?”

Ladria looks about, her eyes widening as her brain clicks into motion. “Yes,” she pauses, grimacing as if tasting something awful. “Master.”

“Good girl.”

Choosing to ignore her slight faux pas, I pick the tray back up and set it in between us. As the fragrant broth wafts up, her stomach lets out a loud growl. Smiling, I dip the spoon in, blow on it for a few seconds, and hold it up to her lips.

She closes her eyes and opens her mouth, the pink flooding her skin until her face is bright red. As if feeding a child, I slip the spoon inside, letting the warm liquid drip into her before pulling it back out.

“I can feed myself; you know.” Her voice is soft and petulant, and again, I can’t stop the surge of arousal as it stiffens my cock.

Once she’s better, I’ll be able to turn her over my lap to give her the type of discipline I truly crave. “Yes. I know that, but why chance reinjuring yourself when I can do this for you?” It’s a bald-faced lie, but she seems to buy it.