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She moaned again, sounding like she said words we couldn’t understand.
“Now you’re going to keep that pretty mouth quiet,” Comet said, placing his hand around her throat. “If you don’t, we might draw an audience. And that will be on you. I’m not going to send them away.”
Skyla’s eyes widened even as I saw chills run over her skin and scented the burst of arousal from her. She liked that idea.
Interesting.
He hauled her off the bed and tossed her over his shoulder. Fuck it. I pulled out the camera and turned it on, focusing on Skyla in the dark, following Comet and letting the small light on the camera catch the tears in her eyes and the spit gathering around the sides of the gag. But the way she looked at me? No fear. Only that same glazed arousal I’d seen when I tightened the locks on her cage.
My mate was kinky to the core, and I loved it.
Comet strode through the doors of the church, down the center aisle to the altar. He’d spent some time this afternoon adding rings around the edges so he could tie her down to it.
The dim light of the waning moon fell through the stained glass, painting Skyla with the image of roses and thorns. She fought Comet as he placed her down, but he was ready, threading rope around one wrist and securing it before slicing the tape off the other, never letting her go so he could bind the second hand.
She wasn’t even fully bound, and I couldn’t see straight. Arms spread wide, bound legs making her arch against the stone. She was a glorious sacrifice, painted in light. I moved around, making sure to record every possible angle. I took a picture with my phone too. Hell, I wanted to blow that up and hang it on my fucking wall.
Comet sliced through the tape on her legs, pulling one to the side and wrapping rope around it before binding her ankle to the same point as her wrist. Our mate was a dancer, and a good one. Which meant she was flexible as fuck.
I heard her groan as Comet secured her other leg, binding her open on the altar, legs spread wide, so she was a feast. “Look at you,” he said. “Just open for the taking. Are you imagining what I could do to you, little hybrid?”
Undoing his belt, he dragged his gloved fingers down the insides of her thighs. Her whole body visibly shuddered.
“I could leave you here,” he murmured. “Open for anyone to take. Both of these holes are begging to be fucked.”
Before he did anything else, he lowered his head and sealed his mouth over her. “I can taste your cum, hybrid. And it’s fresh enough to tell me you like this.” He licked her again. “What a naughty girl. Taken from your bed and tied down. You can’t even see my face and you’re coming for me.” His hand fell on her clit, the smack loud in the empty church.
Skyla screamed behind the gag, head sinking backwards off the altar. “How many times will you come on my cock? Knowing you tried to fight me off?”
Bracing his hands on the inside of her thighs, Comet lined himself up with Skyla’s gorgeous, soaked pussy, and drove himself balls deep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
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SKYLA
THE PERFECT SACRIFICE
Iscreamed into the gag in my mouth. Comet’s cock filled me up, and I was so turned on I nearly came. He growled, grabbing my hips and driving himself into me hard and fast.
When I woke up to him over me, instinct had taken over. But the minute he called me beautiful, I knew it was Comet, and every ounce of fear disappeared, replaced by feral desire. My fae side was here with me, making everything better and brighter and savoring the roughness and the pretend bubble we were in, where he took something I didn’t want to give.
My body strained against the way he’d tied it. So far open, he could do exactly as he threatened and leave me open for the taking.
A red light stepped closer into my vision. Someone else was here, and… oh sirens, they were filming it. Slow, honeyed heat fell over my body, blocking out everything but this feeling.
One big, gloved hand pressed to the center of my chest, holding me in place while Comet fucked me. He didn’t take it easy.
His piercing dragged inside me, tantalizing, pressing, hitting places that made me moan. But it was an accident. I shuddered, the thoughts in my mind twisting through me and making me dizzy.
Comet wasn’t fucking me for my pleasure. He was using me for his. Why did that make this so much better? Sharp, slicing bliss ruptured through me, an orgasm hitting me through the thought of such total submission that my own pleasure didn’t matter.
Which somehow brought me pleasure.
I was so fucked up.
Low laughter scraped over my skin. “That’s one,” Comet growled. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous, letting you steal orgasms from me. That’s not what you’re for.”
