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This sight of Pey's bare chest made my pulse pick up. The way his pants hung low, showing the creases by his lean hips, had the blood flowing down to my dick. The feel of his eyes running over my body had me breathing just a little faster. Slowly, I pushed myself up to sitting, thinking about the sounds he'd make as I shoved him against the wall.
Then Wraythe cleared his throat. "Limits?" he asked.
"No limits," Pey said, but his words were for me. "I'm not into pain, Ela. I'm not the kind of guy that's going to ask you to cut him. I can also guess that you're clinging to limits as a way to hold yourself back, so no. I'm not playing that game. If you want to hurt me, then hurt me. If you want to test yourself, then I believe that either my god or yours will keep me alive. More than all of that..." He looked over at Wraythe. "He won't take the risk of pushing you too far, Wraythe. Me? I'm a passing fancy. You aren't."
Wraythe murmured at that. "No death, Ela."
And then he went right back to reading as if completely unconcerned about what we were doing. I knew better, though. I could feel his excitement rising to match my own. Not his lust, but his awareness, concern, and the thrill he got from watching me when I did this, which was all I needed to get me going.
So I pushed myself off the bed, caught Peyron by the neck, and shoved him against the wall beside us. The man's pupils flared in surprise, but he didn't try to fight me off. Instead, his lips parted, and his chest was heaving, proving that I turned him on as much as he did me.
"What do you want me to do to you?" I asked, my voice just a little deeper with the need I felt for this man.
Pey's eyes dropped to my lips. "Show me your darkness," he whispered.
Leaning in, I crashed my mouth down onto his, kissing him so hard. Peyron melted, letting me take what I wanted, and I loved it. This urge to take control, to use him, and to listen to him beg me for more than he could take began to fill my mind, driving me on. My free hand dropped down to cup his balls, sliding upwards to caress his quickly hardening dick.
"Consent," Wraythe said, reminding me not to skip that part.
So I pulled my mouth away and looked into his soft brown eyes. "If you don't stop me, I'm going to have my way with you."
"Sounds like a promise," he teased. "Tonight, I'm all yours, however you want me."
I wanted to shove him to his knees, right there. Instead, I kissed him again, using my body to hold him in place so both of my hands could caress his bare chest. My palms slid over his nipples, and I felt the breath he sucked in. This sweet, sensual man was so amazingly sensitive, pressing into the contact, so I did it again. This time, he pulled his mouth away to whimper in pleasure.
My lips trailed a line down his throat and my hands moved lower. One cupped his ass. The other grabbed him through his pants, loving the feel of his hardness. Pey pumped into my grip. He didn't ask. He didn't moan. He took what was mine to give, so I paid him back with a sharp bite of pain.
My teeth closed on the side of his neck, pinching the skin hard enough to make him suck in a breath. I felt him flinch, but Pey didn't pull away. His hand shot out, grabbing my ribs to hold me there, so I bit again. This time was softer, and I kissed the wounded flesh in between to soothe it.
"You really need to take off your pants," I growled, my voice rough.
"I think I've just found a new fetish," he panted, but he also obeyed.
Releasing me, he fumbled at his pants, wrenching them open without care. The moment the cloth parted, I shoved my fingers inside to feel him. Hot, hard flesh was waiting, trapped against his skin by his underwear, but I could work with that. I just wanted to trail my fingertips up his length and see his eyes close when I touched the parts he liked.
"Unbutton my shirt," I told him.
He let go of his pants and pressed his palm over my heart. "What happens if I refuse these orders, Ela?"
The smile that claimed my lips was only in small part from amusement. The rest of it was because of the thoughts running through my head. In a split-second, I imagined the ways I could punish him for that. Slapping him across the face, choking him on my dick, throwing him against the wall - without any care this time. So many ways to break this man, and I knew he'd let me do it.
And yet my answer surprised even me. "I'll let you go, unlock that door, and head home."
Peyron leaned in until his lips were so close to mine. "Then I suppose I had better obey."
I felt his hands tug the end of my shirt from my pants, and he started with the buttons at the bottom. When the second one came free, I took a small step back, and my new toy followed. He opened another pair of buttons, so I stepped back again. By the time he had my shirt spread apart and my chest bared, we were almost to his bed.
So I kicked off my shoes, not caring where they went. "Get out of those pants, sexy."
"Aren't I supposed to take yours off first?" he taunted.
Just to make it clear that I was the one calling the shots here, not him, I popped my belt open. "Nope. You're supposed to give me something very pretty to look at."
"Coming from the man who lives with Nari..." Pey pointed out.
I braced against the rage that usually came when one of my lovers dared to speak her name, but it wasn't there. Instead, I actually heard him. I realized that was his insecurity talking. Peyron truly had no idea how appealing he was. He looked at Nari and me, saw the faces a god had picked for seduction, and assumed he could never compete.
"I have a feeling that Savi and Zeal fought hard for you," I assured him. "Although Zeal would've put you on the Path of the Word, you also would have done very well on the Path of the Body. Trust me, your beauty is one thing that Nari and I enjoy talking about."
