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As I calmed the fog of passion that had been clouding, my thoughts began to fade, even though my body still acutely missed the tingles of pleasure and pain from the tug at my hair and the way his taut abdomen had rubbed against my core.
He stared at his fingers as if he couldn’t quite believe I’d made him bleed. I squirmed and tried to straighten my legs to get down from him, but he tightened his hold possessively. He then flicked his gaze back to me, eyes boring into mine as he smirked, black flaring to his irises, before lifting his fingers up to my lips. Without thought, I opened my mouth, sucking at the fingers coated with the coppery substance that mingled with cinnamon.
And that’s when he moved, allowing me just enough of a descent to feel the hardness between his thighs rub directly against my core. I moaned, and he slammed his lips back on mine, narrowly avoiding the clash of teeth from the first go around.
I closed my eyes, scoring my nails across the back of his neck as I felt the scorch of liquid fire from his arms brand the side of my breast, oh so deliciously close to the tip of my already hard peaks. Deliciously languid heat coated the bottom of my ass where he held me. Before I had time to register, he moved us at a speed that put even the shifters to shame, slamming me up against the closest wall, the rough stone texture scratching at the skin of my back. I squeezed my thighs around him tighter and dug in my heels as he released the hold that had been around my ass, part for balance and part to feel more of that agonizingly addictive friction against my dampening core. I was no stranger to self-inflicted orgasms, but this was something else entirely.
He allowed me to dip a bit further, moving down the length pressing against my jeans to rest on one of his thighs. Releasing my breast, he grabbed both my wrists, stretching them up above my head to pin them there as he continued to devour my mouth, his tongue stroking in and out, bringing more of his deliciously spicy blood into my mouth.
He rumbled low in his chest, a familiar sound that had made my body answer. But as I felt his burning forearms press down on mine, I bucked my hips, resisting his domination - longing to run my fingers across his sweat-dampened skin. He rumbled again, eliciting another buck, that delicious friction bringing me closer to that oh so very sweet precipice.
I continued to buck and grind against him, and he moved his leg up and down with every thrust. Then, before I could think about anything beyond the sensations licking at my core and that release that was so damnably close, he brought his now free hand down to my throat, squeezing it just enough for me to feel the strain, but not steal my breath. Gods but it burned, and I screamed against his mouth before he released me, savagely ripping his mouth from mine as I snarled with my inner entity’s rage. Lust beat at the surface of my void, and I felt it glow with a blue fire that threatened to break the surface to coil around him until he felt as mad with want as I was.
He smirked at my discomfort, his voice taking on a layered tone as the line of black around his irises leaked into the whites of his eyes. I was momentarily awestruck as something else inside him crept dangerously to the surface.
“You dared to doubt my control over you,” the demon snarled, and I vaguely registered the conversation we had just had. The only thought that would center was the feeling of his knee, still poised between my legs. “I won’t allow it again.”
His words hit me like a bucket of ice.Allow me? It was one thing to bring me to the precipice of an orgasm pinned to whatever the fuck surface he could find handy, another to control all the filaments of my life. My inner rage boiled, the taste of his blood emboldening me as I kicked my ankles into his ass and growled. When this didn’t work, I pulled at my void, dragging a spark of sloth to my palm and pressing it into the hand that held me so tightly that I knew I wouldn’t be able to move without his permission.
He choked back a gasp as the spark hit its mark, and he shoved away from me, stepping back and allowing my body to scrape down the wall as my tailbone crashed into the ground. Gods did it hurt, the pain in my coccyx ratcheting up my spine, and I audibly cursed. He folded his arms across his massive chest and stared down at me with a look much the same as the Sisters would give a petulant toddler.
I wanted to slap that expression clean off. Permanently.
“I don’t take kindly to orders,” I said.
“No?” he chuckled, but no humor touched his eyes. Instead, they continued to glow like a predator who had found his next prey.
“Nope.”
“You’ll change your tune when we buy you in the end,” I couldn’t help a flinch. “That’s what we’re here to do after all, isn’t it? Buy ourselves a pet caster?”
I hissed, anger boiling over the surface, and I lashed out, leaping from the ground with a sting at my backside, clawing at him as he dodged.
Marik blocked my strikes much as he would a flea. Even his breathing had calmed - which stung my pride and dug deeper than I cared to admit. I pulled a spark of sloth into my hand again, holding it tightly in my clenched fist. This time, when he went to block my hand, a bright flash of red and turquoise burst from where our limbs connected, knocking me back away from him while he still stood like an immovable object.
“Enough,”
I involuntarily froze. But just as quickly as the feeling had come, it released me. “You used Gods damn hypnotics on me!”
He rolled his eyes.
“Is that what you must do to get a girl into your bed? Growl at her until she does your bidding? Have you ever heard of, oh, I don’t know....consent?” I shrieked at him. But as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew they were the wrong thing to say.
Before I could register, he had vanished, just to reappear in a blur of black mist and fire as he pinned my arms from behind so I couldn’t move my torso. I struggled, but the way he snarled behind me, his mouth dangerously close to my ear, caused my self-preservation to kick in.
“Do you really think that’s what happened?” he snaked his tongue out as he spoke, licking gently at the back of my earlobe. I quivered. “Do you think I have to force your body to my will?” This time he moved his lips to the side of my jaw, and I sucked at my teeth, desperately trying not to tilt my head to give him better access. “Do you really believe this isn’t you responding right now?”
I clenched my fists in his hold so tightly I was surprised I didn’t draw blood. He trailed down my neck, breathing in deeply as I felt the sting of a bite at my pulse point.
I knew he was right. Nothing about my response to him had been forced. I had wanted him. Still did despite the highhanded methods he employed.
“Much better,” he cooed.
“What is?” I gasped as he sucked on the spot, soothing the tender bite with languid strokes of his tongue.
“Your compliance.”
I froze as I remembered what had started this mess, and I went to pull out of his hold. This time, he let me go at the peak of my struggles, and I shot away like a taut rubber band, losing my foothold as I went. Damn it, but why did I always end up on my ass with this guy? I swear to the Gods there were newborn colts more graceful than I was.
