Page 47 of Ashborne Forged

“Which part?”

“Listen… and obey.”

My heart flipped in my chest. “You haven’t given any instructions yet.”

His grin flashed. But his eyes gleamed. “Then here is your first: Stop struggling, and take instruction. Or I will do this here—and I won’t be gentle.”

Desire exploded in my belly. “Do you give your word?”

“Grace,” he growled, no longer smiling.

“I want you, Voski,” I rasped, trying to raise my hips. “I want you to show me all the ways.”

A shudder rocked through him, and his lips went tight. “Do you remember the safe words?” he rasped.

Tend the fire.

Douse the flame.

I nodded quickly, my heart racing.

“If anything hurts, or you grow afraid—”

“I’ll tell you,” I rushed to reassure him, nodding, my ears rubbing the insides of my arms because he had my hands pinned over my head. “I promise.”

“Grace…” he growled, dropping down so we were eye to eye. “Are you certain?”

I nodded, then on a flash of inspiration, pushed up the bare inch available to me, and kissed him.

And he erupted.

16. My Beautiful

~ VOSKI ~

The audacity of my mate was astounding. And fucking brilliant.

When she arched up, stretching to kiss me, the leash on my control snapped.

I took her kiss, sucked her tongue into my mouth and pinched it between my teeth until her eyes flew wide and locked on mine.

‘Mine.’

I knew she heard the thought because she sucked in.

I released her with a growl, but didn’t soothe her. I sat back, straddling her thighs and smiled as she spluttered and twisted, wriggling out from under me.

I let her go for a moment, just until she’d pulled her legs free, to give her a moment of hope—thank God she was still giggling. But the moment she tried to scramble to her feet, I caught her foot. She tumbled to the ground from her half-prone position, and I yanked her back, sliding her on her belly until I could flip back her cloak and reach for her leathers.

Still on her stomach, she continued to struggle and laugh breathlessly, but it took little effort to hold her foot up, off the ground, so she couldn’t get purchase with it. I dragged her to me, leaving her hands free to claw and try to pull herself away, as I slipped the other hand around her waist to find the buckle of her leathers and flick the button free. Then the next. The third was tougher, wriggling and bucking as she was—but she was weak with laughter.

The moment her fly was open, I slipped a hand in to cup her, then released her foot and clamped that hand on her shoulder, forcing her flat to the earth, using my superior weight to pin her. I clamped a kiss to her neck, that turned into a suck so fierce she threw a hand back to clap it to the back of my neck, gasp and writhing, one moment trying to wiggle free, the next tipping her head away to give me better access and arching into the kiss.

“Voski… oh god.”

The beast that lived in the dungeon of my heart, snarled with delight.

Still sucking, using my teeth on her neck as a warning against pulling away. Using my weight to pin her to the ground, I grasped the waistband of her leathers with both hands, lifted my hips, and yanked them halfway down her thighs.