by Jaime Marks
Marcus rose to his feet. “It feels…wrong somehow.”
His twin studied him. “You were mated to Reyana before, brother. I may not have known her flesh but you cannot convince me that when the two of you mated it was always calm and subdued. I know her too well. Aside from that, you are mine twin. You are every bit as aggressive and focused as myself. Surely you were prone to be more…forceful with her on occasion.”
“It wasn’t the same. I was always fully in control of myself,” he argued. It had also not been this intense, with this need to possess her in this way.
“But you do not believe you are now.” It wasn’t a question, they both knew the answer. He felt Cymeryn’s hand on his shoulder. “Marcus, are you still struggling with coming to terms with all this? With the three of us? Are you keeping this turmoil from me?”
Marcus sighed, “It is not the three of us I have issue with. I love you as mine twin and Reya as mine mate. I fully accept the love you both share and enjoy the benefits of it, our shared bonds and intimacy.”
“Then what is it you struggle with? There is something you hide from me. I have been aware of it but it is not always prudent for me to push you. You need to learn to trust me with such things on your own, brother. You are still pushing me away and keeping your secrets every bit as much as you draw me close.”
He turned to face his brother marveling at how well the Fae read him. “It is not that I do not trust you, Cymeryn. I love you.” He turned away again. “It…”
“Take your time, Marcus. It is not easy for you to rely on others in this way. You spent seventy-five years alone and another twenty-five so close to Reyana without being able to really interact with her outside of a dream state. Your level of connection to any was limited. Even after the others joined you your contact was minimal and you kept them at arm’s length. It is only the last few months that you have begun to reform these connections and attachments. I understand all this, but you must understand it as well.”
He groaned in exasperation. “Why are you forcing me to discuss this? You can easily sense what I’m feeling and uncover any secrets that I hide. What purpose does it serve? Discussing something that I must come to terms with on my own?”
His brother smirked. “Because you need to discuss it. Sometimes merely sharing the information through our minds is not enough. You need the catharsis of releasing it and you will only get that through verbalizing it. Besides, if you cannot communicate with me verbally how can we ever expect you to do so with the rest of our family?” He turned Marcus by the shoulder and met him in the eye. “Tell me what it is that has you so conflicted.”
He glanced back at Reyana. Her hands were wrapped comfortably around her womb. The glow of her aura lit up the grove in gold and silver hues.
“Stop avoiding this, mine twin. It has the power to tear you from us if you continue to do so.”
He averted his gaze. He couldn’t look at him. “When I look to her, I see all the time we lost because I was too blind to see or accept the truth. I see all the pain she has lived in this life because I was too stubborn to allow even her in. I could have prevented all of this simply by letting her in.” Marcus cursed under his breath. “Star could have been mine and free of all the pain that plagues her.”
Cymeryn sighed seemingly relieved. “It was not your place to intercede in that manner and there is no guarantee Staryana would even exist today if not for the manner in which Reyana’s life occurred; just as you pointed out of our sister and Kyle.”
“Perhaps, but if I had brought her here, protected her and told her who she was…”
“Then they would have found her another way. It is obvious that Lazurys knew the Realm of Balance existed. He would have found another means to reach her. Besides, what would you have done, Marcus? Raised her as a Father? We both know the course of Reyana’s history. You would have had to take her very young and that would forever alter how she sees you. Could you have handled her never accepting your affection?” Cymeryn shook his head, “It was not meant to be that way, brother. This is how things were meant to occur.”
Marcus glared at him. “You know full well you would have told her the truth of her origins. You would have trusted her to handle it and taken her for yourself.”
Cymeryn watched him with an amused look. “Yes, but even as Shade I would not have done so until she was of age. Once she was near enough to twenty I would have made a presence in her life and taken her even if it meant killing Syneous and taking her young. Lazurys likely would have discovered her and forced her awakening. He may have allowed me to keep her, or he may not have, but the damage would have been done. Then what would have happened to Staryana, hmm? What of the fate of the Fae?” He shook his head. “We must accept that the way our history has played out was by design and while there are things that could have been done to alter our lives they may not be the solution we believe. Otherwise the what ifs, as humans say, will drive us insane.”
Marcus grunted. “Perhaps.”
“Your guilt and pain are causing surges in your Darkness,” his brother stated with a shrug. “You are not shifting, just merely feeling the Darker aspects of your personality more intensely. The cravings to take her body forcefully when your desire surges, to own and possess her body completely. The need to drive your blade into the gut of your enemy and slice it through their flesh. It is your uninhibited base needs and desires coming to the forefront.”
He rose a brow. “You don’t seem surprised or alarmed.”
“I am not. It is a part of who you are. It has been for some time, but you refuse to accept it.” He reached out and squeezed his shoulder. “You must release the guilt you feel if you wish to maintain your careful self-restraint, but that will not solve this turmoil you feel inside. Sooner or later you are going to have to come to terms with the fact that you were born of both the Night and the Light. The Darkness in you is not evil, Marcus. It is merely how one chooses to wield it that taints the aspects of Night.”
He turned to Reyana glancing back to him. “Come. Let us return to our chambers. I much prefer our mate to sleep comfortably in our bed.”
Marcus stood staring across the grove a moment or two longer pondering what his brother had said. He didn’t know if it eased his mind at all, but there was a logic to his words. Sooner or later he needed to sort out the contradictions in his mind and soul, but now was not that time.
He walked over to them resting a hand on each of them completing the circle as they misted her back to their bed. They settled in beside her and drew up the covers. Allowing the turmoil to drift from his mind he wrapped his body around hers, his and Cymeryn’s arms and legs intersecting as they both held her between them.
In these moments, knowing she was safe and at peace in their arms, he found his own peace. There were no questions in his mind, no turmoil in his soul. The hunger to possess her that sometimes took root was gone and all that remained was the love they felt. These moments were when he knew all was as it should be without question. He just wished he could hold the feeling and keep it.
Chapter 27
Byryn could feel her hunger as he waited in their chambers, her need for him. He was about to see if she could handle what she wanted. He stood in the black leathers they used for Earth combat, waiting for her to get back from checking on Kylion.
The world felt crazy, out of control. It was driving him insane. He needed to regain that feeling of control and stability somehow. Her submission to his dominance did that for him. If she wanted to give him that gift he would take it.
She walked in and he misted to her before she knew what was happening. The second that door was closed her grabbed her by the hair and kissed her hard as he slammed the seal on the room locking out the rest of the world. She had tensed and pushed back but only for an instant. He’d caught her off guard which was exactly what he wanted. He released her shoving her to her knees and she presented herself naturally despite still being dressed.
God how ea
sily she released her body to him. It made his dick hard as a rock. She’d always drove him wild. No one else had ever come close, but owning her like this was on an entirely new level. She wasn’t like his slaves used to be. Staryana had the strength to stop him if she wanted but she gave him everything freely, even as she challenged him. She desired this every bit as much as he did and that was an extreme turn on.
He didn’t talk to her as he walked around her deciding what he wanted to do to her first. Leaning down he gripped her hair and pulled her to her feet. She gasped but didn’t complain, she just stood with her eyes lowered and her hands clasped behind her back. Such a good girl but he she needed to understand something.
He hooked her chin and met her eyes. “When you kneel and present yourself I have you lower your eyes because I want you wondering, baby. Any other time I want your eyes on me. You and me, we’re not about that. You’re not my slave and I might own you, but you are still my Princess. What you think, how you feel, it still matters to me. I don’t ever want you feeling like an object. Understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good girl.”
Holding her gaze he slid the dagger from his hip showing it to her. She didn’t even flinch as he ran the edge down her neck between the valley of her breasts and then cut the gown open straight down the middle. The level of trust she gifted him tugged at his heart.
“Naked. Now,” he commanded and went to the desk grabbing the rope he’d bought.
It was a violet purple, her favorite color when they’d been in school and soft so it wouldn’t cause too many abrasions to her skin. He walked over and bound her hands behind her back. Looping and knotting the rope over her body he proceeded to sculpt her artfully. He pushed her to her knees continuing to bind her into the position he wanted her.
He left her ass and pussy completely exposed this time but next time…God, he was already plotting her next scene and how badly he was going to tease and abuse her perfect little pussy, threading the rope through her luscious lips so every movement tweaked her clit. He was almost tempted to do that now, but he had already decided on other things.
He studied her as he walked around his masterpiece. “God, you are so beautiful. Your body is like clay for me to mold into my perfect pleasure.” He reached down playing with her tits. “Who are you baby? There’s only one answer that matters right now.”
“Yours, sir.”
His cock throbbed. “Good girl.”
He leaned down and kissed her softly then lifted her and placed her face down on the bed. Contemplating each item, he laid some of the gifts he had gotten for her out near her face so she could see them. Her pulse quickened but she remained quiet. Her only reaction was when her tongue slid over her lips moistening them.
Picking up the flogger he ran it over her skin in sensual strokes before cracking it across her ass causing her a little yelp that made him smirk. There was so much he wanted to show her, so much he pleasure he could bring her. He alternated between sensuality and pain until she began to whimper with each lash.
He set it aside and ran his hands over the red lines on her body enjoying how her muscles tensed when he hit more sensitive areas. His hand slid over her ass dipping down into the core to see how wet she was. It might turn him on, but he needed to know that she was enjoying it as much as he was. He had to bite back his groan when he felt her slick folds. Damn she was just about drenched.
Byryn slid his fingers in her few times lubing them up and dragging her moisture up and down the crack of her ass massaging her rosebud. She pushed back against his touch straining against the ropes. “You like that, baby?” He pushed his the tip of his finger in her opening. “You enjoyed when I fingered your ass this morning. You want me to make you feel good, don’t you, baby?
“Please sir,” she breathed so willing for him, so trusting.
He picked up a tube of lube and lubed up the plug he had bought for her and two of his fingers. He slid first one finger pumping it in and out a few times before pushing the second in stretching her wider as she groaned. His finger thrust in and out as he scissored them apart to get her ready for the plug. After a few minutes he pulled them out replacing them with the blunt plastic tip.
Her body shivered in anticipation but he could sense her apprehension and his essence flowed over her in reassurance. Slowly pushing the plug in he watched her reactions. She tensed and whimpered as its girth stretched her tight muscles.
He massaged her ass cheek, pausing as he softly hushed her, “Shh, you need to relax, baby. I’m gonna make your body feel so good, I promise. Do you trust me?”
“Completely, sir,” she breathed, the tension bleeding out of her somewhat.
“Good, baby. Breathe deeply and push back a little bit for me,” he instructed.
When he felt the tension in her ease even more he pushed the plug the rest of the way in and held still a few moments to let her body adjust before pumping it slowly in and out of her, making her feel that stretch over and over. When the soft whimpers turned to sweet moans he slid it into place and triggered the vibrator leaving it seated. He gently rolled her onto her back, her knees open and in the air, spreading her beautifully for him. Byryn watched her expressions, how she squirmed slightly against her binds, the way her breath hitched, how she bit her lip.
“When do you come baby?” He reminded her.
“When you say, sir,” she moaned staring up at him.
“So beautiful,” he murmured relishing in her as he reached down massaging and pinching her clit.
Leaning over her he flicked his tongue over her nipple and nipped it before sucking it gently into his mouth. He grabbed one of the clamps and pulled back attaching it to the hard pointed peak before suckling the other and repeating the act. Her lip was quivering now and he was so fucking hard he almost gave into his need to take her right there but he wanted her to beg for it. He needed to hear her beg him to own her body.
His tongue flicked out to steal little tastes as he kissed his way down her body. Sucking her clit into his mouth he relished in her soft whimpers and gasps. He drove her to the edge watching her body tremble as she bit down hard on her lip drawing blood. Moving up her body he captured her lip, drawing it into his mouth as he drank in her sweet essence. She was so damned delicious but it was a tease of a taste. He wanted more.
Pulling back with a smile he grabbed his dagger making sure she saw it before he used it. When she didn’t protest he carefully sliced open a slit in her breast and suckled her roughly, greedily drinking from her as his fingers teased her clit. Her body strained arching against the ropes as she shivered with need.
“Oh god please, Byryn let me come. I’m so close…Sir, please.” Her breathy moan more echoing through his mind than actually verbalized.
He smirked against her skin at how she saved herself. He almost wished she hadn’t remembered to call him sir. His cock twitched at the thought of punishing her but he wanted her pleasure more at the moment.
“Soon,” he promised sliding the dagger down her body. The blade glinted as he sliced a small cut at the juncture of her thigh and pelvis lapping the trickle of essence up with his tongue before latching on. He was drunk on her. Drunk on her essence, her submission, her trust. It was so damned satisfying.
“Please. Please sir,” she begged. “I need…oh god, please…”
He ran his tongue leisurely up her delicate folds, flicking it over her clit before drawing back. “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”
She stared up at him, her eyes pleading as her body trembled slightly. “You, please, sir. I need you.”
He watched her as he slid out of his leathers. Teasing her, showing her that he decided when and how to take her, he slid his hard length through her wet slit and pressed its tip into her clit watching her reactions. Once, twice more.
“Please, please fuck me…sir,” she gasped writhing in her binds.
He slammed the full length of his cock into her core and she cried out. He pulled t
he full length slowly from her and rammed her hard again sheathing himself to the base. She was insanely tight with that plug in and her pussy was so wet, throbbing with need. He withdrew and slammed into her again savoring in the pulses the vibe sent through her.
Grinding into her as he leaned down against her body he licked the exposed tip of her nipple a moment before loosening the clamp and removing it. She cried out as the blood rushed back into her now tender peak and he licked and gently sucked the nip into his mouth to ease the pain as he continued to rock into her core. His pace quickened driving her higher, taking her right to the edge as she begged and pleaded. Her body was literally shaking with her need for release.
“Come for me baby. Now,” he commanded as he released the second clamp gently taking her nip in his mouth as he thrust hard into her. Her cries rang out as her core milked him and he slammed into her hard and fast as the strong pulses of her orgasm gripped his length. His released rocketed into her. It was intense. She’d never come like that before and the spasms continued to roll through her drawing out his orgasm.
When their pleasure ebbed he pulled his sex from her core before sliding her onto her side. He laid there for a few moments, holding and caressing her in her binds as he gathered himself. She was phenomenal and she was his.
Knowing he needed to care for her Byryn pulled his attention to what needed to be done. Carefully he turned off the plug’s vibe before removing it and setting it aside. He quickly worked through the knots releasing her, massaging the muscles in her legs before lowering them. When she was free he pulled her into his lap gently caressing and comforting her. He kissed the places where the ropes had left marks and bruises, caressed the marks the flogger had left. Kissing her gently he laid her on the bed and pulled a blanket over her.
