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  “Buí – yellow, of course. Much like the human’s stop lights.” He could hear the smile in her voice. “Glas for green if I’m able to continue?” For the first time since they’d entered the room, she peeked up at him through her lashes.

  He cupped her chin, tipping her face up towards his, searching her face to clues of her mental state. Was she truly ready to embark on this journey with him? By Invincible’s sword I hope so. His thumb rubbed over the curve of her jaw. “Yes, little one, glas if you can continue. Which I hope to hear a lot tonight.”

  A low growl built in his chest when she tipped her head further into his palm to rub her soft cheek over his calloused palm. The differences intrigued him. He needed to find out how soft her lush body would feel under his ropes, under his touch, and finally under him as she welcomed him inside her sweet little pussy.

  Predictably, his cock pushed harder at the leather containing it. He shifted his stance in an attempt to ease the discomfort, before his attention was dragged down to focus on the tempting swells of her breasts. Standing this close he could see the deep cleavage framed by the scalloped neckline of her dress. His mouth watered with the need to taste.

  ”Sir?” The word left her mouth as if on a sigh.

  “Yes, little one?” He stroked his free hand up, then down her arm, continuing to focus on the rise and fall of her breasts. Each time they rose, he expected to see them pop free of the material.

  “Would you like me to disrobe?” Her hopeful tone sent desire crashing through him once more. Fire burned inside of him at the idea of her naked and writhing under him.

  “Not yet. I fear my actions if you stand naked beside me. I’ll have you mounted and bedded before I have time to play with this delicious body.” He released her cheek to cup her hip with his hand. Giving it a gentle squeeze, he chuckled when a moan burst free from her.

  “Please, Sir.” Breathless, her plea stroked over his already taunt nerves.

  “I will, in good time.” He brushed his lips across her temple before trailing down her cheek to settle on her ear. He tugged it inside of his mouth, loving the way she jerked in his arms when he gently nipped at the lobe.

  “Ah…” She whimpered, her hands leaving her sides. He grunted when they settled on his pecs. He hissed as she rotated them, teasing the flat dusky nipples with her soft inner palms. Her forbidden touch felt like heaven.

  “Who said you could touch me, Braelyn?” Even though it came out husky, he knew there would be no denying the disapproval in his tone.

  “No one, Sir.” He had to stifle his growl as she moved to lift her hands. Pressing her closer, he trapped them in place between their bodies. He couldn’t bear the idea of her removing her hands from his body.

  “I’ll let it slide this time, little one, but the next time you touch without permission, there will be punishment in it for you.” He gave the rounded curve of her hip a squeeze. “I will bend you over my bed and warm this ass…“ He slid his hand around to cup the taunt globe of her ass. “…until you’re crying out for relief.” He nuzzled her hair with his nose. “One that will be very slow in coming. Do you understand?”

  She squirmed in his hold before he felt her conscious effort to still her movements after he gave her bottom a light slap. A muffled gasp teased his ears. “Yes, Sir.”

  He inhaled her distinctive scent one last time, loving the cool spring scent which reminded him so much of his favorite soap. Now that he could have her, he wanted to bathe in her scent. It was so different than the sulfuric, almost acidic scent he was accustomed to smelling on his demoness subs. Easing her away from his body, he turned her towards the bed. Her sharp inhalation had him wanting to groan along with her as she took in the sight in front of her.

  “Do you like what you see, little one?” Using his hands, he coaxed her closer to the bed. “Can you imagine what the cuffs will feel like against your skin?” Attached to long leather straps, the silver buckles on the black cuffs gleamed in the low light cast by the lamp on the bedside table. They were a sharp contrast to the cream-colored bedding. He could already envision what they would look like against her pale skin.

  “Do you know how tightly they will hold you for me? But first I need you on the bed.” He gave her a small nudge, just hard enough to send her sprawling face down onto the flat surface.

  The groan he’d been fighting ripped free when her leather skirt flared up oh so briefly, giving him a peek at her bare bottom before resettling around her hips. Grabbing the thickly carved post attached to the footboard, he began mentally counting, trying to distract himself. One…I will not pounce on her…two…I will not rip her skirt up…three…I will not fuck her into the bed… four…I will control myself…

  Then the little sub sprawled on her stomach in front of him, strained his control to the breaking point with one needy sentence.

  “I can’t wait to feel your cups, Sir.” Her gaze was focused on the supplies he’d left on his nightstand. Rounded glass globes of varying sizes reflected the soft light spilling from a bedside lamp. Along with a bottle of rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and long stemmed matches, everything rested on a silver tray. She wiggled her hips and he lost it. His instincts consumed him.

  “Mine!” And he pounced.

  * * * * *

  A startled oompth escaped Braelyn’s lungs. She’d expected to get some response out Flannery but not this – not a declaration of ownership before he jumped her bones, literally. She inhaled sharply as his weight pressed against her back, only to moan when air hit the inside of her thighs as he jerked up her skirt. Calloused palms rubbed over her sensitive skin as he made more room for himself.

  “Tell me if I hurt you, little one.” His voice was strained. She cried out when his fingers thrust inside her with little warning or consideration of her untried state. The stinging burn had her hissing as tears wet her eyes.

  “So wet.” His growl of appreciation did little to sooth her. She could feel her wetness but the reality of having a man inside her was much different than she expected. It felt nothing like her much smaller fingers.

  “Buí, Sir, buí,” The words tumbled from her mouth as unfamiliar sensations buffeted her. Pressed against her back, Flannery groaned but stilled, his ragged breath teased her ears.

  “Shhh, did I hurt you, Sweetheart?” His endearment relaxed her a bit despite the thick fingers still embedded inside her opening.

  “A moment, Sir.” She hissed when the fingers inside her twitched. “I’m sure it will pass.” Taking deep breaths, she tried to force her body into loosening around his fingers.

  A long lick over her shoulder, followed by the brush of his thumb over her sensitive clit sent a renewed wave of lust through her lower body. A low mewl passed her lips as his teeth teased the muscle along her shoulder. She wiggled against his hand, desperate for more pleasure.

  “That’s it; let me help you, little one. Give over to me. Trust me with your body.” He bit down on her trapped muscle hard enough to sting but not to break the skin. Erotic pain flashed through her followed so closely by pleasure, she couldn’t distinguish between the two. “What level are you at?” His demand to know if she was okay to go on was barely audible above the blood rushing in her ears.

  “Oh, dear Goddess…glas, Sir!” Her thighs trembled when he rewarded her with a thumb pressing harder against her nubbin. Trembling on the edge, she fought her body’s need to slide over. No permission. I have to have permission. “Please, Sir. I need to…argh!” Her plea turned into a muffled shout as she stuffed the blanket into her mouth, unwilling to hurt him with her Banshee’s cries.

  The devilish long fingers inside her began to move, hitting spots she’d never reached with her own. A warning tingle at the base of her spine was her only warning of her impending doom. Pleasure sharp and intense blind-sided her.

  “Son of bitch! We’ll do the cups next time, little one.” Something thick and long replaced his fingers as his hair fell over her shoulder. The desperation in his voi
ce could be heard as he cursed. “I can’t wait any longer. I’ve got to…fuck!”

  Digging her fingers into the mattress, her back arched when she pushed back against him offering herself, uncaring about what the books had told her about being submissive, about waiting. Giving him the physical release he needed trumped those rules.

  His low masculine growl followed his acceptance of her offer. He withdrew before surging back inside her. She bit down on the bedding when the pleasure doubled until black spots danced in front of her eyes. She needed…oh dear goddess she was going to die.

  “Don’t fight it!” His guttural command sent her even higher. “Come for me again. I will accept no less.”

  She sobbed when his thrusting rubbed her throbbing clit against the soft duvet. It was agonizing. The pleasure so brutal she wanted to scream with it, but she couldn’t. She had just enough sense left to realize the danger if she cried out.

  The room filled with the echo of his hips smacking against her raised ass. It competed with her husky but muffled concerto and his primal grunts as he continued to ride her. The headboard thumped against the wall as he pounded harder into her. Inside her the mating song built. Panic grew right along with it; she needed him to finish this right now before she… Spitting out the fabric, she lifted her head. “Oh, my goddess, please come for me, Sir. Fill me before it’s too late!”

  His answering roar as he dug his fingers into the swell of her hips had her sobbing into the fist she’d crammed into her mouth. Biting down hard on her knuckles, the sharp pain managed to stop the mating song wanting to burst free. But it also stalled what she was sure would’ve been an explosive orgasm. Despite it all, relief and pleasure filled her when she felt the warmth of his seed spilling inside her. She’d done it. She’d sated him without binding them together.

  Chapter Eight

  With trembling arms and a sweat covered chest, Flannery lay slumped against Braelyn with his still hard cock embedded as deep as he could go. His elbows barely kept his considerable weight from crushing her slender form. Dazed from the intensity of his release, he couldn’t believe how fast nor hard he’d come.

  And it’s all my damn brother’s fault. Him and his damned drug. It had nothing to do with that damn True-mate business he keeps spouting. I was able to fuck her without binding her. I just wish it hadn’t been so fast.

  He’d wanted to savor every moment with the little banshee. Instead he’d pounced like a cat on mouse. Thank the gods he’d felt her come around his fingers because he was sure that she hadn’t received any pleasure from their coupling. He was almost certain he’d been too fast for her to have found pleasure a second time.

  He hissed when her tense muscles clung to his cock as he eased out of her. There was no way he’d leave it like this. He would feel her coming around him before the night was over. Lifting up, he chuckled at the wet sound of their bodies separating, but chose to ignore the smattering of her virgin’s blood decorating his shaft. The need to see her face, to judge if he’d hurt her rode him hard.

  Rolling her over, he gazed down at her lush still dressed form. With her arms raised above her head, she was laid out like a banquet under him. Her eyes were closed but her face flushed with what he knew was unspent desire.

  “Look at me.”

  Her lids slowly lifted before her tongue darted out to moisten her dry lips. “Sir?”

  Shoving up her skirt, he hooked her bare thigh over his hip before sinking back inside of her, hissing as her wet heat enveloped him once more. Grasping the bedding next to her head, he rested his upper body on his forearms while he rocked in and out of her in slow, easy, long motions, loving every soft moan it forced passed her lips. “You didn’t come with me.”

  “I…can’t…” her lips parted as her hips instinctively followed his despite her protest.

  He shushed her. “That’s not acceptable, little one. I won’t be satisfied until I hear you screaming the walls down around us.”

  Her eyes widened and he saw traces of fear before she shook her head. “No! I can’t— I’m a banshee…I’ll hurt you…” A lone tear trickled out of the corner of her eye.

  Something softened inside him at her obvious distress. Using his weight, he pressed her into the bed, but never stopped his slow thrusts, savoring the warmth wrapped around his cock. He nuzzled her neck before nosing aside the strap of her bodice in attempt to bare the swells of her breasts. “Wrap both of your legs around my waist.” He grunted deep in his throat, lifting his head when she obeyed. Sinking further into her clenching folds, he prayed for control. “Aw hell, you’re so tight.”

  His arms tensed when she buried her face against his chest, muffling her squeal of pleasure. Threading his fingers thorough her hair while keeping his weight supported on his forearms took some doing, but he wasn’t allowing her to hide. Tipping her head back, he caught her gaze. “There will be none of that. I want to hear you scream. Your banshee cry can’t hurt me, Braelyn. I’m half god…” He ground his pelvis against hers.

  They both groaned as her sheath rippled around him. Her hands flew up to find his shoulders as a long drawn out shudder wracked her frame. “But, I’ve been told…”

  He tightened his grip on her hair. “I’ve trained with Banshees, little one, and I’m totally immune to their cries.” He lowered his head, allowing his mouth to brush over her lips. “You can scream as loud as you want without worrying about injuring me.” He moved a bit faster, smiling when her fingers dug into him, her eyes wide with surprise as he hit a different spot inside her. “Right there?”

  “Oh….” Her teeth caught her lower lip, stopping her moan.

  “No. Let it out. Quit hiding it from me,” he barked, moving harder against her, slipping one hand between them to thumb her clit. Her head tipped back before a shrill scream broke over him. Around him, he felt her tighten then clench strongly.

  “Yes!” His hiss was swallowed by her panting cries of completion as she flew over the edge, dragging him over with her. Pleasure pooled in his balls before exploding up his shaft to spill into her womb. A brief flash of mourning consumed him at the idea he wasn’t going to impregnate his little banshee before he was swept away by his release.

  * * * * *

  “What level are you at, little one?” Sitting on the edge of the stripped down bed, still wearing his leather pants and his silver chain, Flannery looked every inch the Dom he was.

  It had been a couple of hours since their last loving and she was anxious to experience what he’d promised. She’d been disappointed earlier when he’d rolled off her, only to pull her close to him—still clothed. Cradling her in his arms, he’d told her to rest. But now she was ready to give him the ultimate form of submission a banshee could ever offer: trust him to tease and arouse her with the element that could possibly end her life.

  “Glas, Sir.” Relaxing against the leather restraints, she watched avidly as he busied himself with the supplies. The ease with which he handled each item as he prepared them sent her confidence soaring about placing her trust in his capable hands. She’d chosen well. This was a Dom who knew exactly what he was doing.

  “This is nothing more than rubbing alcohol.” He held up the bottle, before opening it. He poured a generous amount into a shallow ivory dish. “You don’t have any allergies to minerals, do you?”

  She shook her head before remembering she had to verbally answer him. “No, Sir.”

  He nodded, before picking up several cotton balls. Inserting several into the dish, he allowed them to absorb the liquid. Then he reached for a pair of black handled scissors. She jumped at the cool feel of them against her skin as he slid it under the neckline of her gown. “How attached are you to this dress, little one?”

  “Not at all, Sir.” It was the truth; she’d only worn it twice, once during the fitting and then at the banquet. Now it was a barrier between Sir and her body. Its purpose was served, now it needed to be disposed of.

  A slight smile tugged at the corners of hi
s mouth. “Good.” A few snips later she felt the cool air caress her torso. A low masculine sound of appreciation rumbled free of him, before a warm hand cupped the swell of her breast. She moaned when the wet warmth of his mouth enveloped the nipple. When his tongue flicked over the tip of it, she jerked on the tethers. He chuckled and released it, to only blow across it. An icy shiver of pleasure consumed her.

  “Ah, I see my little one loves not only heat play but temperature play in general.” He nuzzled the valley between her upturned mounds. “Perhaps, next time I shall bring a bucket of ice to tease you with.” A nip along the inner curve had her gritting her teeth to keep from begging for more. His mouth abandoned her as he straightened. “But this time, I think we’ll focus on the cupping.” He ran a hand over the curves exposed to his gaze. “Let’s get this off you, little one.”

  Several snips later she was shivering as her entire body was exposed to his gaze. What will he think about the fact that I’m bare? I know he had to have felt it earlier.

  “What the hell happened, Braelyn?”

  The anger radiating off him startled her. Bewilderment competed with unease. What did I do to anger him? “Sir?”

  His blue eyes snapped with anger. “Who hurt you?”

  “Hurt?” She knew she sounded like an idiot but she was having trouble following the conversation. Her body’s longing for more blocked her brain from comprehending his question.

  He stroked over the forgotten bandages on her side. “These. I know I didn’t do this. I recognize the method of bandaging. You had this done by Bilé’s personal healer, which means you were either hurt when you arrived or…”

  “I…it happened after I arrived.” She rushed to add onto the bare truth, afraid he would leave her to hunt down the idiot guard who’d attacked her earlier. “…but I heal fast. Please don’t stop, Sir. This is the only chance I have…”