by Alex Lidell
Before I can so much as undo a button, Tye catches my wrists in a viselike hold, the wicked sparkle in his gaze sending a shiver along my spine.
“What—” I start to ask, but he is already moving on.
Transferring both my wrists into his one wide hand, Tye binds them together in front of me with my own chest wrap. He drinks in my whole body with his gaze, brushing his palms lightly over my arms. Across my abdomen. Through the coarse auburn curls between my legs.
I release a long breath, my eyes shuddering closed, each touch of Tye’s callused fingers waking my body more to his presence. Heat plays along my skin, warding away the dampness of the dungeon’s stale air. Emerald gaze capturing mine, Tye drops his hand lower still and—
I gasp, rising onto my toes as he plunges two fingers into me. A tiny pang of indignant shock followed by warm pleasure ripple through me at the intrusion, my breath quickening. But before I can get accustomed to the sensation, Tye pulls the hand free and grins at the sparkling wetness coating his skin. The smile splitting his perfect face, deepening the lines around his mouth, makes it disorientingly beautiful. I feel dazed, unable to move.
“I think we are on the right track,” he says, sucking his fingers clean.
I’m still blinking at Tye’s antics when he cups my bottom, pushing me a few steps forward. With swift, sure motions, he lifts my arms and loops the loose ends of the wrap binding my wrists to the chained manacles hanging from the ceiling.
“Tye?” I yank, trying to bring my arms down. The restraint sways but yields nothing to my effort. I yank again, harder. My heart stutters, my blood swishing anxiety through my veins. Anxiety and excitement. “What—”
“Look at me, lass.” Tye’s low, self-assured tone demands my gaze as firmly as the knots he sets. The moment I lift my eyes to his all-consuming green ones, heat fills my skin. Despite my mind’s protests, a trickle of moisture slides from my sex and snakes down the inside of my thigh. Stars.
Feet wide apart, Tye steps in front of me, his bare chest and torso a shadowy field of muscle, lightly damp with sweat. His mouth curves appreciatively as his callused hands roam my skin once more, massaging my aching breasts and stroking my hips. “Almost perfect,” he whispers into my ear before settling his foot between my legs and pushing them wide apart.
Cold air brushes my hot sex, my fluttering attempts to close myself meeting Tye’s braced knees. Running two fingers skillfully between my slippery folds, Tye traces the hood hiding my quickly swelling apex.
“You can’t escape my touch, lilac lass,” Tye whispers into my ear, the words—which should rightfully make me cringe—sending a zing of excitement all the way to my sex. The mix of unyielding restraint and Tye’s utter focus on me is intoxicating, my emotions spinning between anxiety and safety. Desire and frustration. “You can do nothing but feel. And enjoy.” Tye teases the hood again, running the tip of one finger oh so casually across my bud.
I moan, my toes curling in my boots. More. I need more.
Tye pulls away.
My teeth grind together so hard, they squeak.
A small tug at the corner of the bastard’s mouth says he marked my reaction. Was planning it all along. With fingers slicked in my own wetness, Tye circles my nipples. One, then the other, until the sensitive skin tightens into peaks and my breasts feel so full, they ache.
“You have gorgeous breasts, Lera.” Eyes on mine, he puts his mouth on one thick nipple and sucks.
I gasp, the pull on my breasts joining the low throbbing in my sex. I try to cover myself, to close my legs to do something—anything—to ease the growing pressure. But I can’t. This is wrong, a voice inside me tries hollering again. You’re naked in a dungeon chamber, restrained and…and stars, if all that doesn’t somehow drive each sensation higher.
Tye’s hand drops to my sex again, stroking my folds in a maddening harmony to the insistent suckles above. Forward and back, forward and back, until my hips thrust toward him greedily, my toes so tightly curled inside my laced boots that my legs shake.
Without warning, Tye slides a finger into my channel just as his teeth close slightly over my tender nipple. The tiny sting of pain morphs into a scalding pleasure that washes through me like a storm.
“Stars.” I whimper. More. I need more. I need him. My arm jerks toward the pulsing bulge in Tye’s pants, the restraints catching me ruthlessly. My channel clenches around Tye’s finger with greedy desperation.
Releasing my nipple, Tye soothes it with little laps of his tongue that starts to drop lower and lower along my flesh until he is on one knee, hands gripping the insides of my wet thighs.
I half expect guards to burst in at any moment with how loud I’m being. Then I remember that this chamber is soundproof, which only heightens my feral arousal. Tye blows on my hot tissue, his strong hands keeping me utterly open to him. Leaning closer, he swirls his tongue around my nub, which pulses so fiercely, I can barely stand. I grab the chains for support, small whimpers escaping as the world narrows.
Lap. Lap. Lap. Tye’s tongue teases my engorged apex, my whole sex feeling too tight to bear. Lap. Lap. Lap.
I pant, reaching for the approaching abyss. My heart pounds, sweat trickling down my temples. Tye caresses the whole length of my hood, then takes my bud into his hot mouth and sucks.
I barely bite back a scream, every muscle in my body tight. Pleasure so intense, it hurts, rushes through me. Hitting me again and again. I gasp, my legs buckling as release thunders through me.
Wrapping his arms around me, Tye holds me tight through the exquisite spasms. When he seems confident I will not collapse, he lets me take up my weight, a satisfied smile on his face. “Did you enjoy your distraction, lass?”
“No.” I pant. Growl.
He cocks a brow, looking genuinely bemused. “Your body says otherwise.”
I swallow, unable to think. “You. I want you.”
Tye stiffens, something unreadable flashing through his eyes, and starts to step away. “That wasn’t the—”
I don’t care. Leaning back into my binds, I hook one leg around Tye’s hard waist, yanking him closer.
Tye’s eyes widen as our hips collide. Wrapping my other leg around the male’s waist, I hook my ankles together, my hips grinding against his hardness. Leaning my neck back, I savor the heady energy pulsing through me and indulge my one utterly unfair advantage—I nip the so, so sensitive ear tip that Tye doesn’t know he has.
Tye hisses, gripping my hips for balance, his fingers digging in so hard that I yelp.
“Leralynn—” His voice is guttural, a mix of purr and growl that echoes the tiger he shifts into in Lunos.
“You started this, kitty cat.” I grind into him again.
The male’s emerald eyes darken, the swirling lust blowing away uncertainty with a storm’s force. His hips move against mine as if of their own accord, a groan escaping his throat as his fingers dig into my backside. Drag me closer.
My heart quickens, my dilating eyes losing focus of everything but the pulsing body between my thighs.
Strong hands lifting me easily, Tye moves me against his length, his body taking over.
I nod, baring my teeth, nodding for him to hurry up.
In another heartbeat, Tye pushes my legs down with a predatory growl and yanks at his flies. His cock springs out of its binds so forcefully that the shaft smacks my flesh, our mingled breaths echoing harshly against the stone walls.
He pulls away, out of reach of my legs, and drinks me in like a master musician contemplating his next note. Letting the pulsing pause stretch the tension. The hot glaze in Tye’s green eyes would almost make me nervous if I weren’t trembling with need.
He runs one finger from the hollow of my throat down between my breasts to the top of my mound, eliciting a tiny noise in the back of my throat. Then, with no warning, he takes my mouth, teasing my lips open with his tongue before thrusting in with a surge of desperation that echoes my own. Makes the magic inside me flare a
gainst its restraints as fiercely as my body does.
Hooking his hands under my thighs as if I weigh nothing, Tye presses his hardness against my dripping sex and shifts his hips, running his bare velvety length up through my folds and down. Up and down, the wet sounds joining our heavy breathing. I moan against his mouth. Bite his lower lip. His cock slides against my bud with increasing pressure, making me tremble.
“Stop teasing me,” I gasp. And know instantly that it was a mistake.
With a jolt, Tye disappears behind me, leaving me cold and gasping, struggling to find my footing again on the rough stone. In the next moment, his hot hands trace my ribs, my waist, my hips. With one hand pressing into the small of my back, bending me forward slightly so my bottom juts out, he swirls his other down my thighs. Across my swollen, pulsating bud.
I moan, bucking my hips and pulling against my binds, demanding—begging—that he fill the emptiness inside me. Even with that, when the head of his cock presses against my wetness again, the sheer width of it makes my heart stutter with anticipation. I inhale, readying my muscles for the invasion…but instead of moving inside me, Tye stays at my opening, pulsing, then spirals the tip of his finger around my still-sensitive bud. The tightening circles send waves of throbbing need through me.
I shudder. Then shudder again as Tye’s slickened finger circles my other opening.
Oh stars. Everything inside me clenches. Even after so many couplings, with Tye and River both liking to claim my backside as readily as my channel, the thought of it still makes my face flame. Every time. No amount of knowing I’ll enjoy it soon enough stops the doomed attempt to escape the inevitable.
It’s no exception now, and I squirm like a wildcat despite the thick wetness coating my sex and thighs. Wetness that Tye doesn’t fail to mark as he tightens the pressure on my backside, his low growl vibrating through me. “You’re in a dangerous position to bait a hunt, lass.” His voice is rough, on the knife’s edge of desperate. With no warning, he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt inside my channel. I scream. And instantly, I push back against him, urging him to start moving. Tye returns with a resounding slap that shocks my nerves awake. Another slap stings my other cheek, hovering at the very edge of pain. Making everything more potent. Aching. Needy.
Hands gripping my hips, Tye pumps once, twice, again, our wet skin meeting loudly in the stone chamber. I wrap my hands around the binds to take his force.
The cock disappears from my sex, and Tye’s finger slides into my tight back hole again, twisting in and out. In and out. Bringing me to a cliff’s edge and backing off.
“Bastard,” I growl between clenched teeth.
This time when Tye’s hand comes down on my backside, it lights up a blaze.
I yelp, but even as I do, my voice morphs to a moan of pleasure as Tye buries his cock in me again, bringing me to my toes. His cock and fingers plunge into me together now, filling everything. My sex. My backside. My whole utter world. And when he increases the pace, alternating the rhythm of the two, there is no holding back the tsunami of sensation.
I scream again, every fiber in my body tightening at once. The agonizing waves of pleasure ripple from my sex, raking across my back and legs until even my teeth feel the unyielding pulsing. Oh stars.
I collapse against my binds for the second time, my bones liquid.
Tye pulls me upright against his hard chest, squeezing my breasts with his wide callused palms, and I pant, resting my head against his shoulder. He bites my exposed neck lightly. Tweaks my nipples. Runs one hand down to my mound.
It takes me a few moments to realize that his cock is still in me. Hard. Throbbing. And starting to move all over again, slowly now, languidly. “You didn’t…what…” I can’t make my tongue move.
Tye brings his velvety lips to my ear, his voice warm against my neck. “I wanted to see your face.”
Pulling away, the male steps in front of me, and I almost come again just at the sight of him. Every ridge of muscle in his body is tight, his incredibly broad shoulders narrowing to taut hip flexors and a cock so hard, I can see it pulsing. His damp skin is burnished gold in the dimness of the cell, his red hair highlighting emerald eyes that rake over me with so much raw hunger that I almost want to shrink back.
Those eyes grip mine as he slides his hands under my bottom and lifts me, urging my legs around his waist. The pressure eases from my shoulders and I sigh—which turns into a low groan when, in the same motion, Tye guides his cock deep into my channel. He gives me no quarter, pulling back and burying his cock even deeper. With his size and strength, Tye moves me easily along his shaft, our faces close enough to share breath the entire time. My ankles cross in the small of his muscled back while my arms grip the binds, my breasts pushed up and bouncing with each thrust. With each powerful stroke, all control fades from Tye’s gaze, replaced by a fierce need that pierces straight to my soul.
As shackled magic inside me wakens, I mark the shudder running along Tye’s powerful body and fear that our plan of light distraction from this cell’s horrors has just failed spectacularly. He pounds into me now, our heavy breaths and the slap slap of our pelvises echoing off the walls, every tendon standing out in his neck. His biceps bulge as he holds me in place. His pulse hammers so hard that I hear the lub-dub of his thumping heart. Feel the throbbing of his cock. Everything inside me coils tighter and tighter, the gaping hole of the abyss spreading once more beneath me.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“Lera!” Tye shouts my name as his hips press into me the final time, the warmth of his release sending me over the cliff.
Searing waves of pleasure explode from my apex, shooting outward along every nerve and fiber inside me. Again. Again. Shock after shock, until I feel the binds at my wrists loosen and fall away, until I’m draped like a rag doll in Tye’s arms. Shaking. Satisfied. And in oh, so much trouble.
7
Lera
This… This is exactly what was not supposed to happen. I rub my hands over my eyes as Tye helps me back into my dress and pulls on his pants, his own gaze sliding everywhere but my face.
“Lera…” Tye says finally, forcing his eyes to meet mine. “This, you… It was genuine. Everything I felt. We felt. But the reality of my life is that—”
“You want to twist around a wooden bar that I couldn’t care less about,” I say flatly. Because there is no point in coating it with honey. I’ve things to do, magic to fight. None of it supports simpering around a male who is following a fiction. Despite the intensity of our coupling, the way it wakes my magic, there can be no us unless Tye wants to join my team.
And he doesn’t. Tye has other priorities. The best thing to do—the one thing I just failed at miserably—is to keep the intensity between us from interfering with our lives.
Tye hops up to swing himself on the dangling chains again, as if looking for familiar territory. The sculpted muscles of his chest, arms, and shoulders tighten with perfect control as he holds himself in the impossible cross position again. Then, he brings his legs up at a right angle to his body, his toes together and pointing. Belatedly, I realize he has no shoes on. He trained without them and didn’t stop to dress before the fight.
I sigh. Even with three lung-shattering releases behind me, watching Tye move threatens to arouse me again, and I quickly find somewhere else to be looking.
Instead of sanctuary, my gaze trips over the rack of whips, my stomach clenching reflexively. At least Tye didn’t try to include those in his distraction.
“I didn’t think you’d enjoy those no matter what I did,” Tye said, following my gaze without permission. Damn him.
My jaw tightens. “Would you?”
Tye turns himself upside down, his red hair flying in the low light, but continues talking as if both his position and the topic of discourse were normal. “Not for pain, no.” He frowns at himself, then shakes his head like a dog trying to dislodge water. “It’s the second time today I’ve felt certain about s
omething I don’t recall ever trying,” he mutters. “Odd as it sounds, you make me feel as though something grand prowls just at the edge of my world.”
My breath catches, and I feel my gaze sharpening on Tye. In Lunos, even when I was mortal, coupling with my males tightened my control over magic. I wonder if as much might be happening in reverse, with the males’ essence strengthening when we join. Heart quickening, I lean forward, bracing my forearm on my knees. “Tell me more. How—”
I cut off as the door of our isolated corridor croaks open, inopportune footsteps tapping the stone at a swift, confident pace. Tye’s head snaps toward the sound, and he settles himself back to the floor with casual grace. By the time the visitor makes his appearance a few heartbeats later, Tye is lounging beside me, his body surreptitiously angled to cut off the path between me and the door.
For the second time today, a pair of cold gray-blue eyes sweeps over me with dismissal, a strange discomfort following in their wake, like ants crawling just under my skin. Han’s attention is riveted on Tye. Though of a similar height and build, the instructor’s short, combed-back hair and harsh gaze is at utter contrast to Tye’s mischievous red mane and feline grace.
“Have you met your new Prowess trainer yet?” I ask Tye under my breath.
“He has not,” Han answers, surveying the male with a disgust typically reserved for lame roaches. “If he had, I guarantee you he would not be here now.” Han unlocks the door, swinging it open. “Come with me, Tyelor. Now.”
Tye’s hand touches the small of my back. “You mean both of us, sir.”
Instead of replying, Han strides into the cell and grabs my wrist in a viselike grip. With a rough yank, he pulls me over to the stone wall, clamping my wrist in a bolted manacle. “Have I answered your question clearly enough?” Han demands, turning back to the male as if I no longer exist in his world. Han points to the door. “Whore on your own time, boy. Until the Prowess Trials, you are on mine. Move.”
