by Heather Long
They were like silk against my face, and I stroked down the midnight and indigo feathers. He let out a harsh groan, and then we were in the previously mentioned green room. Instead of putting me down, he spread his hand against my ass and gave it the gentlest of slaps. “Stop squirming, Lovely. We’re not staying.”
I’d pout, but it wouldn’t do any good, since he couldn’t see me. Instead, I tried to follow his actions as he moved around the room, and then he stepped again, the indigo and black light swarming up and over us. When we emerged this time, we were in a very different room. The oversized bed in the middle definitely had possibilities.
“Before we settle in, Lovely,” Zhan said. “Do you wish to return?”
Return? Return where?
It took me a moment to put the pieces together. “Oh. It hasn’t been two hours, has it?”
“Yes,” he admitted, and the reluctance in his voice made me smile. While I didn’t want him to be unhappy, the measure of need there improved on the lonely loss of just a few minutes earlier.
“Well, you did tell them it might be four hours.”
“I did,” he agreed.
“Totally reasonable.”
He flipped me forward, and the rush of going upright left me dizzy as he set me on the bed. Above me, backlit by the sun spilling in the windows, Zhan’s dark hair seemed to shimmer, like his wings did as he stretched them. “I think it’s reasonable,” he agreed. “This is our time.”
“Yes,” I told him, before I bit my lip at how he seemed to change. His olive skin seemed to darken a fraction, as if sun-kissed. The fat pupils nearly swallowed the dark brown of his eyes, but his smile softened, and his whole demeanor seemed to transform.
Everything about Zhan had been beautiful before, but as a smile pulled at his mouth, he seemed somehow younger, more vigorous, and almost cheerful. “Would you allow me to play with you, Lovely?”
Stretching my arms over my head, I didn’t miss the way he tracked every motion, and while the appreciation in his eyes proved very gratifying, I lived for how he focused on my face, specifically on my eyes. There was just something about how he seemed to see me.
With care, I toed off one shoe, then the other before sitting up on my elbows. “Define play.”
Holding up a length of silken rope, he murmured, “I want to share this with you. You would look exquisite in these knots.”
Heat swept me from head to toe. “Are you telling me I don’t look exquisite now?” I raised my eyebrows, daring him to meet the challenge. If it were Seth, he’d probably take my challenge literally and immediately deny the charge. I had a feeling Tarus would only tease me, then pop me on the ass for my trouble. A shudder rippled through me at the prospect.
But Zhan’s reaction?
I couldn’t have predicted. A chuckle began in his chest that expanded to a full laugh. The deep, masculine laughter intoxicated me in a way I couldn’t have imagined. I wanted to push him, to tickle him into that laugh again. Lines of stress I hadn’t even realized were present erased as he gazed at me.
Awareness swept me from head to toe. He was still Zhan, but he was so much more.
“You don’t need me to tell you how beautiful you are, Lovely,” he declared. “Not when I can show you.”
Heat flushed my cheeks, and I sat up slowly. Zhan hadn’t moved, but the whole room seemed to have shifted. Above, there were hooks placed in the ceiling, several of them. He pulled at his lower lip as he waited for my answer.
It struck me then, that he was doing exactly that. Waiting. The impulsive creature who kidnapped me, tied me up, and then tortured me in the best, most sinful way possible—trust me, I wasn’t complaining. Okay, honestly, I complained that I’d had my clothes on and so did he, but the rest? No.
Definitely in the top ten experiences of my life. Something these three seemed intent on taking over.
The penetrating stare he favored me with threatened to strip me bare. But I didn’t fear the threat. I did want the promise.
Gripping my shirt, I stripped it up and over. Zhan didn’t move as I unhooked the bra and let it fall away, then I unbuttoned my shorts before I slid off the bed to stand, and I let them fall. When I would have hooked my fingers into my panties to remove them next, he stopped me with a cluck of his tongue.
“Please,” he said in a deeper voice, one that seemed to tingle my bones. “Allow me.”
Then he moved his hands over mine, his thumbs stroking my hip bones before he rolled the panties down, dropping to one knee as he did. His lips brushed my abdomen, and I swayed, but toward him, not away.
The whisper of his breath against my thighs teased, but he didn’t touch. Glancing up at me, he studied me while sinking his teeth into his lower lip. “Lovely, is that a yes?”
Hand on my hip, I smiled down at him. “I thought I’d cool my lady bits. They get awfully warm when you’re around.”
That pulled another husk of laughter out of him. The intensity in his gaze didn’t diminish one iota. When he slid a finger along the inside of my thigh, I turned my leg out, just enough to allow him a view. His grin grew. “Yes, I think you do want to play. But you’re going to have to say the words, or I’ll just curl up and cuddle you for an hour.”
“How is that a threat?” I had to know. Zhan cuddled so well.
Somehow, that seemed to do it, and he dropped his chin as laughter shook him. To my utter delight, the merriment even set his wings shaking, and I folded my hands together and pressed them against my lips. The cloud of sorrow that seemed to leave him half-in-shadow evaporated. Kneeling at my feet was this brilliant angel with his ink shaded wings and indigo feathers. The contrast of dark and light wasn’t lost on me.
Zhan was practically a dark prince. Seth was a Viking warrior. Tarus?
Fuck, Tarus was just the bad boy of them all.
But the Zhan here right now, his eyes shone with a dark light, and I was more than willing to surrender to the laughter rolling off him in heady waves.
Touching my tongue to my teeth, I dropped my hands and stepped forward so that I could run my fingers through his hair. When he focused on me, he gave me this heart-stopping grin, and fuck if I didn’t understand the word swoon all of a sudden. It didn’t matter that I was naked and he was dressed. It didn’t matter that we were alone in his bedroom and he was asking to tie me up.
“I said I was yours,” I reminded him softly, and joy crashed through his expression. “But if you need to hear the words, then yes, Zhan. Do whatever you want with me.”
Capturing my hands, he kissed them, and his excitement seemed to flood along my nerve endings, sweeping a path of heat along my skin that left me shivering and flushed in the same breath.
“Thank you, Lovely,” he murmured before he formed a cuff around my right wrist with the rope first and then the other. The binding was loose, yet I couldn’t mistake them for anything other than what they were. The red looked beautiful against my skin. Once he’d tied them together, he rose and pressed a kiss to my nose. “No pulling.”
It wasn’t a request, but I nodded anyway. I was an avid audience and participant as he looped the rope around my waist, then secured my wrists to it. The action pulled my arms in tight to my sides and pushed my breasts up.
“Chin up,” he murmured, before pressing a kiss to the swell of each breast just above my nipples. Both of them tightened in anticipation, but only his breath grazed them. Exquisite torture he prolonged as he drew the ropes across my chest, framing my breasts with an X.
He moved around me in a circle, tugging, looping, and weaving the ropes until he’d framed my thighs and then up across my midriff to my breasts and then back over my shoulders. Each time he created a new loop, he pressed another kiss against my skin.
The competing sensations robbed me of urgency, even as my body seemed to wind tighter and tighter. Or maybe it was the way he stroked his fingers against my skin, or how he would pull at his lower lip when he paused to study me.
Need simmered, b
ut the caress of his gaze made me feel beautiful, like he admired me and his work. All at once, I wanted to see what he’d done and I never wanted the moment to end. The soft brush of his feathers against my bare shoulder sent another ripple through me. It was like the feathers stroked me everywhere.
Zhan was just behind me, and he pulled me to his chest as he worked a new length of rope against my skin, and I floated as he wrapped me in his wings and the feathers tickled my breasts to my thighs. Head back against his shoulder, I drifted.
“Flying, Lovely?” The lure of his voice beckoned to me as he whispered against my ear. Then he pressed a kiss just behind it and below. My pussy clenched as if he’d kissed me there. How could such an innocent touch of his lips trigger reactions elsewhere?
Cool air brushed against me as he opened his wings, and then he whispered, “Because you’re going to fly.”
One moment, my feet were on the ground, and the next, he hoisted me up. I tilted my head at the dizzying change. But Zhan was already adding another layer of knots to my legs, until they too were suspended. Instead of pulling on all of me, it was like I floated in midair.
He moved below me, and then he was eye level with my breasts as he traced patterns against them.
“You are so gorgeous like this. How do you feel?”
“Floating,” I admitted. He’d barely touched me. Then again, Zhan had given me the most amazing orgasms while never once removing my clothes. “Will you kiss me?”
He brushed his lips against my breast, and I sighed. When he nuzzled the nipple, it sent a pulse straight through me and I arched into the contact.
“Yes,” he murmured. “I think I will.” The hot suction of his mouth against my nipple electrified me, and the need went from simmer to full boil. Every motion he took, whether it was the barest caress or a grip to adjust me, spreading my legs, freeing my arms so they could hang like I was mid-dive and they angled back, just increased the ropes of tension in my belly. I was on the edge, fuck, he was going to make me come just from those teasing touches.
Then he sucked against my neglected nipple, and I released a low keening noise.
“I have you, Lovely,” he promised. Though I hung suspended, he could move me easily. When he bit down on my right buttock, my hips thrust and I wanted to writhe, but he had my every movement contained.
Remember what I said about exquisite torture? This was so much more.
“Who are you, Lovely?” He teased a finger along the crack of my ass, a nudge of pressure against the puckered opening.
I knew what he wanted to hear, more what I wanted to say. “Yours.”
“Yes.” He nipped my left buttock. The scrape of teeth was so damn sexy. I wanted him to take a very big bite out of me. Then he moved away, and I wanted to whine. Even floating, my patience proved fleeting, just as a noise of complaint escaped me, he returned.
“Shhh,” he hushed me. Then something warm poured along my crack, and he began to work his fingers against me. “Has anyone ever had you here, Lovely?”
“No,” I admitted, not at all ashamed of the confession. “I always thought it would hurt.”
“It can,” he soothed. “If you do not take care with preparation. As much as I would love to take you today, we’re just going to work on loosening you up. Maybe something to give you a feeling for the sensation. Is that alright with you?”
I licked my lips. Honestly? Everything was all right with me at the moment. “You’d be my first, but I wouldn’t mind if you pushed that lovely dick of yours into my pussy.”
His laughter jolted through me as he eased a finger past the rim. Oh, he had lovely hands, but that felt so big. The pain I expected was absent, but there was a burn as he added a little more oil, maybe, and worked a second finger into me.
Oh, fuck. The full sensation wasn’t at all unpleasant.
“I will definitely push my cock into you,” he promised. “You are so eager and sweet like this. I’d have you tied up every day.”
“Not every day,” I argued as he scissored his fingers, and I groaned. The burn increased, and sweat broke out over my skin. The lick of his kiss to my lower spine had me pushing back against his fingers.
“No?” Was he pouting? “Fuck, you’re taking three fingers so beautifully, Dahlia. It’s like you were made for me.”
Maybe I had been. Who knew? “No,” I panted around the ever tightening ratchet of tension dragging at me. “I want to be able to touch you, too. To kiss you everywhere. To swallow your cock, and taste you as you come.”
Seriously, I’d never been a fan before, but right now? Oh yeah, I wanted to try it all.
His indrawn breath was a small triumph for me. When he pulled his fingers away, I wanted to weep for the loss. Then more warmth pressed against my anus again, and he pressed something into me that stretched me, not as wide as his fingers had, but the pressure was intense.
“So beautiful, you should always have a jewel here.”
Holy crap, he’d given me a butt plug with a gem?
But those thoughts soon waned as he moved away again and left me suspended there, breathless, ass tilted and back arched. I was on full display, and when he circled around to look at me, there was a wild flush of pleasure in his eyes and on his face.
He took such pleasure in seeing me like this, and that pleasure suffused me.
But I had to know… “What’s next?”
The sinful smile he blessed me with caused tingles to shoot up and down my entire body. The things this man could do to me without even touching me.
“Lovely, just enjoy.” The desire was as subtle as the sound of his voice, but he was just as excited as I was.
Walking about me in a circle, he touched and caressed my exposed skin, the feeling more intense from the binding. The way he had me suspended rocked me back and forth very gently, and the tightness of the bonds provided some strange sort of comfort under my need for sexual touch with Zhan.
When he stopped by my ass, he watched me feverishly as he tweaked and pinched my nipples. Tarus was right, I think I would look good in clamps if this was what it felt like. Then I lost sight of him as he dipped, but I didn’t have to wait for long to figure out what he was doing as his mouth latched onto my clit, sucking lightly before tracing my entrance with his tongue.
Soft moans slipped from my mouth as he overwhelmed me with pleasure from an immobile hold. He gripped my ass with his hands and rhythmically pulled me against his mouth, the pressure from the bonds across my body combined with the pleasure of his mouth raced so high, I came on a silent scream, shaking my head from side to side.
“That’s it, Lovely, let go,” he murmured against my pussy, and suckled harder, drawing out the intensity of the moment. Slowly, so, so slowly, I floated down, but he didn't let me stay there.
When I managed to open my eyes, he had shucked all of his clothes and slammed into me. I was so completely full from his long, thick cock and my gem, coherent thought was now a thing of the past. The feral savage noises ripping from my throat would have scared me if I wasn’t lost to everything but him. His long groan mingled with mine as he slid his fingers under the rope at my shoulders. It was the perfect leverage as he pistoned his hips to a beat that built into another orgasm almost instantly.
My walls fluttered around him as his groans turned to shortened grunts, letting me know that it wouldn’t be long for him. His head had fallen back, but he snapped it forward and snared me with a gaze so heated, I was seared in the rolling heat of sexual pleasure.
I couldn’t have looked away if I’d wanted to, but when his thrusts faltered, his face twisted into an expression of such blistering pleasure that it almost bordered on pain, I was lost again in my third wash of rapture. The entire time, our gazes locked as if we physically couldn’t look away.
Our pants were the only sound for several minutes as he stayed inside me, gripping the rope like he didn’t want anything to separate us.
“Are you okay, Lovely?” His voice was hoarse and
rough.
“Never been better.” Damn, my own voice sounded as if I’d taken a cheese grater to my vocal cords. “You really know how to wreck a woman.”
He chuckled. “That was nothing. Wait until I have you with Tarus.”
Oh man. If that was more intense than this, I didn’t know if I could handle it. A cheeky grin slid over my face, then again, I was more than willing to give it my all.
A gush of wetness ran down the inside of my thighs when he pulled out. There wasn’t a scrap of modesty left in me to muster up any embarrassment as he stepped back and ran his gaze over every inch of my trussed up body.
For a few seconds, he disappeared, then came back with a warm wet cloth to clean me up. He must have a drawer of sweats down here because he now sported a new pair when all of his clothes were still scattered on the floor. When he gently eased the butt plug out, I gasped from the unfamiliar sensation, and Zhan just grinned down at me. He was eating this up.
“If you were my sex slave, I’d keep you bound in my ropes for my viewing pleasure. I’d take you anytime I wished, making you feel so good, you’d beg to stay with me forever.” He smiled down at me with a hint of mischievousness.
“If it wasn’t for your brothers, you wouldn’t have to try too hard,” I huffed out a short laugh.
I couldn’t stop the mew when he unhooked me and began slowly undoing the knots. Feeling I didn’t even know I was missing raced to different parts of my body. Zhan used masterful hands to massage my sore limbs. The entire experience was delicious in the best way.
He sighed heavily like he didn’t want to say his next words. “We should get back to the others. They probably…miss you.” The small petulant voice he used startled a laugh out of me.
How could he be so strong and sexy in all his immortal badassery, but seem so pitiful in this moment?
“Yeah, that probably would be a good idea.” I covered my mouth to hide the smirk, but he grinned anyway. Probably because I did a shitty job of hiding my amusement. “But I had a phenomenal time here, and I loved seeing the ranch…and just so you know, this room is now the bedroom of boundless delight as opposed to the green room of eternal frustration.” I giggled and patted his hand like he had done a good job. Well, he had.
