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Without any warning, Ryther shifts us both, lifting one leg so his knee rests on the side of the pool, and bending me over it. I think he’s only done it to get a better angle.
“That’s an even ten on each side,” he tells me. “And you took it quite well. I thought you’d pout, like the spoiled little brat that you are, queenling.”
“You don’t know anything about me,” I retort weakly.
I meant to snap, but I just sound tired. Defeated. A little whiny.
“Don’t I?” He scoffs.
I want to confirm that he absolutely doesn’t, but his free hand returns to my ass—not harshly. Oh, no. It’s much, much worse. His fingers trail along my sensitive skin, caressing it in slow circles.
“I suppose you don’t feel restless. Like there’s an itch under your skin, demanding your attention right now.”
I glare. “Stop reading my mind.”
“I can’t,” he states simply. “But I wouldn’t have to to know you’re positively yearning for more of what I’m giving you. You reek of lust.”
I huff in distaste.
I want to tell him he’s wrong, but the words refuse to come, blocked in my throat.
At the very least, I should demand he stops.
But then he might.
“You need a good fuck because you used your core power,” Ryther says. “You fed a little on the lower lords, of course, but in the light of your recent ordeals—chafing under Junis’s spells, getting out of the lake, and that song—you crave more.”
I frown as I twist to stare back at him.
Those unsettling eyes seem brighter, despite the dim lighting of the bathroom, and they’re fixed on my butt, as the hand not currently holding my neck keeps caressing it, his touch featherlight against the battered, red skin.
His voice remains matter-of-fact, like a professor running a lecture. “Magic is never without price. Releasing energy into the world demands you absorb energy again. It’s one of the fundamental laws of nature.”
“So, you’re saying you spanked me, but it’s for my benefit, becauseI’mtaking your energy?” I grumble.
I’d love to say I don’t believe him. And yet…and yet. As he touches me, I feel more grounded, less out of sorts.
Ryther snorts, those maddening fingers sliding right underneath the swell of my ass cheeks, teasing the apex of my thighs. “Oh, little one. I’m feeding on you too. I’d ask if you’re familiar with the notion of mutual satisfaction, but I suppose after Valdred’s idea of fun, you might not be.”
I grimace at the memory. Whatever is happening right now, it’s not even in the same universe as what that prick did to me. I am fully in control of my own body—and my mouth. I could tell Ryther to stop. And he might. Instead, I’m poking the bear, throwing light insults, trying to get under his skin.
Pushing him. Why can’t I stop myself from doing it?
“I told you earlier. What we call magic consists of taking the feelings inside you and empowering them to transform energy into matter. Use too much—more than you’re accustomed to—and you need to replenish. Either by resting, or by taking them from someone else.”
He’s giving me a magical 101 while palming my butt and doesn’t seem bothered at all, while absorbing information with his hand right there is a struggle for me.
“Feelings?” I echo, voice raw with need.
I’d like to say my butt isn’t wiggling, but I wouldn’t put my money on it.
“Mmhmm. It doesn’t matter which kind, hence why pleasure and pain work a equally well. Empty yourself of your own reserve, and you’ll flirt with madness.”
“I’m takingyourfeelings?” I repeat, dubious.
He’s so cold, calm, collected. The only thing he seems to feel is amused, and that’s at my expense.
Though considering the hard cock I felt against me earlier, I should add aroused.
