Fate Undone (The Mythean Arcana Series Book 5)

by Linsey Hall

  “Um, yeah.” She nodded, trying to play it cool. But how could she, given what she’d just decided? She took a running start off the cliff of stupidity and said, “I’m going to take you up on your offer. For my magic.”

  “Okay,” Logan’s voice was rough.

  She looked up to see him watching her with blazing midnight eyes. His fists were clenched on the table and his entire body was taut. She swallowed hard.

  “There have to be some restrictions, though,” she said.

  “All right.” He unclenched his hands and laid them flat on the table. She watched avidly as his long fingers stretched out on the wood. He had strong hands. And if he touched her with them, she’d utterly lose it.

  “You can’t touch me,” she said.

  “What?” His voice was sharp with disappointment.

  “Seriously. You can’t. And I’m not going to come.” She couldn’t have all those feelings, all the lovely endorphins, and still keep her mind separate. If she had an orgasm, she’d end up a pile of messy emotions right afterward and then she’d really be in trouble. She’d just have some pleasure, but not all of it.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  “That’s a terrible idea,” Logan said. “I saw what you were like last time. You were miserable. How long does that last?”

  She shivered a little at the thought. “A while. I’ve done it before when I needed the magic but didn’t really like my partner. I can take care of myself.”

  When she didn’t really like her partner? Where had she been that she’d been desperate enough to use herself like that?

  “Don’t feel sorry for me!” Her voice was sharp. “I see it in your face. Don’t pity me. My choices were my own and I’m content with them.”

  He hated the idea that her life had brought her to that point, no matter how far in the past it had been. When he’d kicked her out of his life, he’d put her in that position. It was his damn fault.

  “Let me take care of you,” he said. “I don’t want you to suffer.”

  “I’ll be fine.” She bit off the words. “We do it my way or not at all. You can’t touch me, and we don’t go all the way. I make you come, then I use the magic to unlock the knowledge and you leave me alone.”

  Her gaze was so hard it was clear she wouldn’t budge. This was by no means perfect. He wanted her all to himself, unbound by restrictions. He wanted to be able to touch her and taste her and bury himself within her heat. To feel her clench around him. But the best he could get was her rules.

  He would take it.

  “All right,” he said. “However you need me.”

  “Good. Go into the bedroom.” Her voice brooked no arguments. This was not the Sylvi he’d last been with when they’d both been inexperienced and naive. They were both different now.

  He got up and preceeded her into the small room, ducking beneath the low doorway. Old houses weren’t built for a god’s height. She followed him in, not bothering to turn on the lights. The illumination from the hall spilled into the room, highlighting a moderately sized four poster bed, end tables, and dresser.

  “Strip,” she said.

  Holy shit, she was giving him orders. His cock got hard at the thought just as his mind rebelled that he didn’t take orders from women in the bedroom. But he yanked the shirt over his head and set to work on his fly. Clearly, he was wrong. It was just that the right woman hadn’t yet tried to boss him around.

  Soon, he stood before her, naked and hard as a post. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Her eyes raced over him and her lips parted. His shoulders went back involuntarily.

  “On the bed.” Her voice was now hoarse, the businesslike edge shaved off.

  He lay down and watched her go to the dresser and dig around in the top drawer. When she turned to him, she held a number of silky scarves in her hand. Her eyes glinted.

  His cock throbbed and his breath grew short. “What the hell?”

  “So that you can’t touch me. Arms above your head.”

  He swallowed and put them up near the posts, his eyes glued to her as she walked slowly toward him. The contrast of his nakedness and her clothed form only added to the tension. She tied his left wrist, her hands quick on the silk. Instead of walking around the bed to tie the other, she leaned over him until his lungs filled with her sweet scent.

  He stifled a groan as she bound his other wrist. His cock was now unbearably hard, his mind a fogged mess of desire and desperate need. Apparently, he liked being used by her like this. He’d never let anyone tie him up before, but with her…

  She stepped back and eyed him from the center of the room. His gaze was riveted to her as she pulled her shirt over her head. Dim light glinted off of pale skin and blue silk. He swallowed hard when she shoved her trousers down, taking her panties with them.

  When she stood, pale blond curls glinted at the apex of her thighs.

  “Fuck,” he breathed. She was so damn beautiful. He fought for the breath to say, “Take your hair down.”

  She looked at him appraisingly. After a moment, she complied, pulling the band from her hair until it flowed like golden silk over her shoulders and down her back. She left the bra in place, and part of him was grateful for it. Between the sight of her and the knowledge of what was to come, he felt like he’d go off at the lightest touch. More sensory input would just end him faster. If this was the only time he’d ever have with her, he wanted it to last.

  She walked toward him, her steps torturously slow. Unable to help himself, he strained at the bonds, desperate to break them and touch her. In an instant, he could. They were just silk and he had the strength of a god. They were symbolic more than anything. Symbolic of her control of him. Of her trust in him not to break them.

  That thought alone made him force his arms to relax. She noticed.

  “Good,” she said and climbed atop the bed.

  Time slowed in the dim light as she straddled him and settled on top of his stomach. He hissed at the wet heat that pressed against his abs. The musky smell of her clouded his senses.

  Finally. He was with her.

  Sylvi tried to still the trembling in her hands as she touched the broad expanse of Logan’s chest. His muscles jumped beneath her palms. She dug her nails into the firm flesh, delighting in the low moan that rumbled up from his strong throat.

  His fists clenched. He wanted to break the bonds. But he wouldn’t. It’d be so easy for him, but he wouldn’t do it.

  Sylvi let out a shaky sigh as she ran her palms along the tensed muscles of his chest and shoulders, reveling in the strength of him. She’d wanted this for so long and now that she finally had him beneath her, she wanted to savor it. For just a little while.

  His dark eyes were bright with hunger as he looked up at her, his jaw clenched. The hair that swept back from his forehead was black as night. He was so damn handsome it hurt to look at him. It was made worse by the desire that was so plain on his face. Desire for her.

  Her gaze swept south to his chest. In her mind’s eye she saw him as he’d looked when he’d stood tall and strong in front of her just minutes ago. The sheer size of him had come as a bit of a shock.

  He looked bigger without his clothes. He was so tall, roped with harshly cut muscle. His cock had been long and thick, beautifully shaped. It had bobbed heavily between his thighs, ready to push inside her if she but gave the word.

  Her mouth watered and she licked her lips. He twitched beneath her, his cock bobbing against her ass. She shivered.

  “Sylvi.” His voice was gravel. His hips thrust up beneath her, inching her forward on his stomach. “You smell so damn good. Let me taste you.”

  She gasped, her sex clenching. He wanted that? He’d never mentioned it in the past, but she’d had a feeling he was taking it slow with her back then.

  “No-no,” she stuttered. That would make her lose it. She leaned down and pressed her lips to the side of his neck.

  He threw his head back and groaned. She sunk her hands into his hair and
moved his head left. She licked down to his shoulder and bit lightly. Every muscle in his body tensed, as if he was fighting not to break the bonds and throw her under him. The thought sent a shiver of desire across her nerve endings.

  Desperate to taste more of him, she dragged herself down his body and gasped when her pussy rubbed over his cock.

  “Sylvi,” Logan bit out. “Fuck, you feel good.”

  She bit his pec and he groaned. Encouraged, she moved south until her mouth hovered over his erection. Veins stood out in stark relief against the smooth, dusky surface. She licked a long line from the base to the head.

  “Fates, Sylvi,” Logan growled. “I’ve wanted this forever.”

  She took him in her mouth, moaning lightly at the salty taste that hit her tongue. Logan shuddered beneath her and she brought her hand up to stroke him in time.

  “Sylvi,” Logan groaned, his tone utterly pained and worshipful. His hips arched uncontrollably beneath her. “You feel amazing.”

  His reactions sent waves of heat through her, making her pussy so wet that it slicked her thighs. Her magic ignited and she felt the pleasure that raced through him. It joined with her own, but distinctly different. His was darker, more desperate. It was a clawed beast that erupted inside of him, ravenous to break free.

  Fear shuddered through her. He could tear free of his bonds at any moment and heed the beast that demanded he throw her down and bury himself in her body.

  Unable to help herself, she reached a hand down between her legs to rub her clit. Gods, she wanted him. She wanted more than just his cock in her mouth. She just needed a bit of relief to get her mind together.

  “Fates, Sylvi. You’re touching yourself. Let me.” His voice was as harsh as boulders scraping together. “Let me break my bonds and touch you. Let me taste you.”

  She moaned around his cock. This wasn’t enough, just touching herself while going down on him. She wanted to feel his cock against her pussy. She wanted to feel him hot and hard inside of her, pushing past her defenses and taking her for his own. She wanted to look into his eyes when he lost himself.

  Logan’s breath came harsher and faster. His balls tightened and he made an animal noise in his throat. She felt his pleasure inside her like a stallion galloping toward the finish.

  He was going to come.

  Panic flared. He couldn’t. Not yet. She wasn’t ready for this to be over. She released him and rose up over him. He shouted his despair and shuddered.

  She crushed her mouth to his, molding her body over his strength until his cock slid through the folds of her sex. The heat and hardness of him burned her while the head rubbed against her clit with every thrust.

  His hips thrust upwards and a rumbly sound of need burst from his chest. “Sylvi. Let me inside you.”

  “Can’t.” Her voice was reedy with longing. She wanted him so badly she hurt with it. He hurt with it.

  Her magic let her feel the need in him. The monster had grown. It swirled inside of her like trapped light needing to be released. Beside it was a roaring desire to take him into her, to throw away her hesitation and good intentions and reach for everything she wanted.

  She kissed him hard, burying everything she had in the kiss as she rode him. His heat and hardness teased at her entrance, whipping her into a furious desperation. It fought with what she denied herself. Him. A future she dreamed of that they could never have. Even just the feeling of his cock inside her, hard and strong and so wonderful would blow her into a million pieces.

  Tears slipped down her cheeks as their pleasure coiled to something like desperate pain inside her. The bindings and her rules might put her in the position of power, but it felt the opposite. She was the helpless one here.

  “Fuck, Sylvi.” Logan hissed the words through gritted teeth. “Don’t do this to yourself.”

  “Just come, Logan.” Before she lost it and demanded that he break his bindings and take her. He had to come for her to have enough power to start the spell. She sat up on him and sank her nails into his chest. He shouted his pleasure, his eyes hot upon hers, as she began to ride him. She was torturously careful not to take him inside of her.

  His shaft was hot and hard between the folds of her sex. A forbidden, terrified thrill streaked through her every time the head of his cock teased her entrance. She wanted to push down on him, to impale herself, but she ignored the desire.

  Instead, she rode him hard. He strained beneath her, not enough to break his bindings, but enough to make his muscles stand out in stark relief.

  His rising pleasure rushed through her, igniting the magic inherent in her soul and making her tremble with the power. Fates, she wanted to follow him over the cliff of pleasure. When he threw back his head and shouted, a jolt of his pleasure crashed through her. He shuddered and jerked beneath her, his fists clenched against the bindings.

  Jets of hot semen lashed the rigid muscles of his stomach. She shuddered with empathetic pleasure as his orgasm faded away. When he finally lay still, she rolled off of him, panting and trembling with the magic that flowed through her veins.

  By instinct more than anything, she found a spot at the end of the bed and drew her staff from the aether. Her eyes slammed shut as she ignored Logan and focused on the feel of the wood beneath her palms. It was warm and alive, her link to the aether from which she drew her power.

  It’d taken her years of practice with her magic to learn to control it in this way. Initially, it had been unconscious. Now, she could focus the power on the knowledge inside the staff. She sought out weak points in the spell that protected it that had previously been invisible to her.

  She had no idea how long it took her, but by the time she had broken down the spell, she was sweating and exhausted. When the protection finally collapsed in on itself, the architect’s knowledge spread out before her like a great library, ready to be searched at will. All it would take was a question for the answer to be revealed. If she had the strength, she’d do it now. But she was utterly incapable.

  Relieved and exhausted, she dropped the staff to the rug and collapsed back on the bed. The all-consuming desire that had racked her prior to conducting her magic returned stronger than ever. It’d been so long since she’d done this that she’d forgotten how bad it could be.

  She curled in on herself, desperate for relief. When it did nothing, she flopped onto her back and reached a hand between her thighs.

  “Fuck,” Logan breathed when Sylvi slipped a hand down to her pussy. When he’d recovered from the cataclysmic orgasm that she’d wrenched from him, he’d broken free of his bonds and dragged himself up to a sitting position at the head of the bed.

  From here, he had a clear view of Sylvi’s long limbs and nimble fingers as she rubbed her clit. Sweat gleamed on her skin. Her hips moved beneath her hand. An anguished expression stretched across her face, as if she couldn’t reach the orgasm she so badly needed.

  His semi-erect cock hardened to full strength and need shot through him. He wanted to see to her.

  He dragged a hand over his mouth, debating his next move. She’d laid out the terms already and he’d agreed. The night was over between them.

  Her frustrated cry echoed from the end of the bed.

  “Fates, Sylvi, let me help you.”

  “No. Go away!” Her fingers moved faster between her legs, her hips arching off the bed.

  “I’m not fucking leaving you like this. It’s clear that what you’re doing isn’t working.”

  “Bastard,” she panted. She withdrew her hand and slipped her fingers into her mouth, wetting them before returning them to her clit.

  He groaned. “Maybe. But I’m right. And I want to taste you so damn bad that I can’t fucking bear it.”

  Another frustrated cry broke from her parted lips and he snapped. He was at the foot of the bed in seconds, kneeling before her parted thighs. Her pink flesh gleamed in the dim light, her pale fingers rubbing frantically at the small bud at her apex.

  He put his h
ands on her knees.

  “No!” she cried, then flipped over and attempted to scramble away from him. She was on all fours and the pink of her pussy flashed again. He grabbed her hips, dragging her back to him and swiping his tongue along her slit.

  She shuddered, stilled, then panted, “Oh, please, yes, yes, yes.”

  Her thighs trembled as he swiped his tongue again, from her clit to the sweet entrance of her sex. He thrust his tongue inside, reveling in the musky sweetness. She pressed herself hard against him, forcing his tongue deeper into her channel.

  A moan shuddered out of her before she attempted to pull away. “Bad idea.”

  “No,” he growled against her. She cried out at the vibration. “You need this. You’re not getting away until you have it.”

  He needed it too, but he told himself that this was about her even as he knew he was being a bastard and using her weakened state to get what he wanted.

  She whimpered and dropped her shoulders to the bed, leaving her ass in the air, her thighs spread so that he could see and taste all of her. Triumph flashed through him when she gave herself over.

  He leaned back to look at her, at the wet, swollen lips of her sex and the luscious curve of her ass. “Fucking beautiful.”

  He gripped her hips and shifted her, using his thumbs to spread her wide, then set his mouth upon her again. She shuddered beneath him as his tongue stroked her. His cock was so hard it hurt. More than anything, he wanted to thrust it into the lush wet heat of her pussy and feel her clench around him.

  Instead, he ground himself against the mattress and thrust his tongue into her sex to feel her muscles flutter against him. She cried out weakly, desperation in the sound. She wouldn’t go over until she had something inside of her.

  He moved his mouth to her clit and pushed two fingers inside her warmth. She was so wet and hot that his cock twitched in jealousy. Her hips jerked at the intrusion and a cry tore from her lips. She ground herself back against his hand, out of her mind with need.

  It took only a few strokes of his tongue across her clit for her muscles to start clenching around his fingers. Her back arched and her thighs trembled violently as the orgasm tore through her. The high, keening sounds coming from her made his cock throb with need.