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She grinds down harder against me in response, her teeth nipping at my bottom lip as she whispers dirty words against it that send shivers down my spine. Her hips start to move faster, her body undulating with mine in perfect harmony as we seek heightened pleasure. The bed squeaks under the force of our bodies rubbing together; our moans echo off the walls around us while our hearts pound like war drums announcing our carnal connection.
“I’m coming, Oberon,” she gasps. “I’m coming…oh my god!”
My hips thrust upwards and my knot finally slips inside, and then we’re bound together here on the bed as she rides me, my wrists still tied tight to the bedposts. Aisling’s hands find my chest and she lets out a keening wail, her fingernails biting into my skin.
She slumps against me, fingertips moving to glide over my shoulders. I press a kiss to her forehead and relax, my fingers buzzing slightly from the tension of the bondage.
I could get out…I’m sure I could.
But for now…
“This makes you feel safe?” I whisper.
Aisling looks up at me and nods slowly. I’m still inside her, her pussy clenching every so often. We’ll go another round, I’m sure…and I’ll stay bound as long as she needs me to.
“Is that okay?” she asks.
“It’s more than okay,” I reassure her softly. “But will you talk to me about it in the morning?”
She nods. “Of course. I promise.”
Chapter twenty-two
Gunnar
Iblink awake, my skin crawling with a thousand pinpricks of sensation. Cool air hits where it shouldn’t—my torso feels slick, paint smeared across my flesh in patterns I can’t make sense of. Tree symbols. Culty stuff that sends a shiver up my spine. Lianna’s fingers dance over the painted lines, her touch light but unwelcome.
“Enjoying the artwork?” she teases, a smirk playing on those too-red lips of hers. She doesn’t stop, her fingers tracing the whorls and branches as if she’s reading a story etched into my skin.
“Knock it off,” I growl, trying to sit up. The room tilts, a wave of dizziness slams me back down. Whatever they dosed me with hasn’t worn off yet, and I’m still tied up. There’s no getting out of this. “What the hell is this?”
“Initiation,” she purrs, leaning close. Her breath is hot against my ear, and I hate that part of me leans into the warmth. “You’re one of us now.”
“Like hell I am.” I jerk away, the symbols feeling like a brand under her touch. “Where’s your husband?”
“Right here,” Caius’ voice comes from just out of view.
I blink hard, trying to focus on the scene unfolding before me. Caius Rossi stands with his back to me, phone in hand. Vance’s face fills the small screen—a stark image of contained wrath against the backdrop of Rossi’s smug grin.
“Vance,” I croak, my voice hoarse and laced with desperation.
“Been wondering where you scampered off to,” Vance replies, but his eyes scan my painted chest, darkening with every second he takes in the sight.
“Lianna’s got a new pet project,” Caius quips, tilting the phone so Vance gets a full view. “But I’m willing to renegotiate custody.”
Vance’s look flickers from me to Caius, the air thick with unsaid threats. “What are you playing at, Rossi?”
“Simple trade,” Caius says, as if he’s discussing the weather or stocks. “Nero for Gunnar here.”
I stiffen, my pulse hammering. Nero? That’s a no-go and we all know it. If Nero has decided to work with Vance, he’ll be his greatest asset. But me?
I’m just a nobody. A low-level grunt that keeps finding himself in the worst fucking situations.
“Nero’s not here,” Vance says.
“Oh, fuck off, Solace,” Caius says. “Nero isn’t in that den of vice off the coast, and I would know if he was running around in Echo Beach. He’s not in any of the places I have eyes, which would mean he’s in Celestial Hills. And if he’s in Celestial Hills…”
“He’s not,” Vance says, sticking to his story. “I haven’t even heard from—“
