Savage Possession (Temple of Luna #1) (3 page)

Rais had to have seen the ceremonial
clothing a new priestess wore under her robe before, but his jaw
clenched as he looked at her, and his voice was hoarse. “On the
bed.”

Turning her back on him took a supreme act
of trust. The sheer fabric of her gown fluttered as she walked,
teasing against skin that felt too sensitive. The bed dominated one
side of the room, a vast expanse of luxurious black satin bracketed
by a sturdy, wrought iron headboard and footboard.

She slid onto it and turned, fighting to
ignore the rush of heat that tightened her nipples and made her
cunt wet when her gaze fell on the chains already attached to the
footboard. She knelt in the center of the bed and forced herself to
meet Rais’s dark eyes again.

He watched her as he circled the bed. “Some
warriors would be on you by now, hands and cock under that scrap of
nothing masquerading as a robe. I have more control than that.” His
thin linen pants were tented in the front, strained by what looked
to be a sizeable erection. “I’m going to make you scream
first.”

“
You can do whatever you
wish with me,” she whispered, shifting her weight just enough for
her gown to part and reveal how very naked she was underneath.
“I’ve been wet for you since the door closed.”

“
Liar.” A sudden,
breathtaking grin accompanied the word. Rais lay across the bed in
front of her and slid his hand up her inner thigh, his fingers
slicking through the evidence of her arousal. “You’ve been wet for
me since I kissed you in the main hall.”

Her breath escaped on a
moan. She knew she should stay still,
knew
she should submit quietly to his
will, but it was Rais with his broad, strong fingers teasing over
her skin, and she wanted him. Wanted him enough to grind down
against his hand and whimper when one of his fingers brushed her
clit and sparked heat through her.

He came back to her clit, rubbing it in a
slow circle with the pad of his thumb. Pleasure made her limbs
heavy as he spoke in a low voice. “You need my tongue here, don’t
you?”

She admitted the truth without thinking. “I
don’t know. I’ve only had a man lick me there once before.”

His dark eyes went even darker. “You didn’t
enjoy it?”

“
It was my first time. My
first...” She swallowed and closed her eyes, rocking down against
his hand. “I was a nervous virgin. I don’t remember it all very
clearly.”

“
You should remember
something like that.” She felt him move and opened her eyes. He’d
rolled to his back, and he cupped one hand around the back of her
knee. “Climb over me, Avani, and I’ll show you.”

Few of the positions she’d been taught
involved being on top of a man. Her legs felt wobbly as she braced
one hand against the hard muscles of his shoulder and straddled his
chest. “You want me to...?” It seemed shockingly illicit, even when
she’d been fully prepared to be bound to the bed and fucked to the
edge of sanity.

“
Come.” His easy humor had
faded, and he growled a little as he grasped her hips and moved her
up until her cunt was close to his face. “Yes, I want you to
come.”

She shuddered and inched forward, her hands
closing on the solid muscles of his forearms to keep her balance.
“Show me. Make sure I never forget.”

Rais used his thumbs to stroke her cunt,
opening it gently. “You’re a beautiful woman,” he rasped, then
dipped his tongue inside her.

Watching it was almost as
erotic as feeling it. His tongue slicked against her and she fought
to keep her eyes open, transfixed by the way he watched her. “Does
it please you?”
Do
I
please you?

He didn’t pause to answer. Instead, he took
one of her hands in his and pulled it down his body. She had to
arch her back to reach, and he finally wrapped her fingers around
his cock. He stared up at her and groaned against her cunt when she
tightened her fingers and squeezed, frustrated by the linen pants
that kept her from clasping him skin to skin.

“
I want--” His tongue
flicked teasingly over her clit, and she forgot her words in the
rush of liquid need. She dug her fingernails into his arm as she
fumbled with her other hand, trying to slip it under the waistband
of his pants.

He caught her wrist and jerked her hand away
with a warning growl. “Behave, Avani, or I’ll stop and chain you to
the bed.”

She forgot that she was supposed to obey, to
submit quietly. His voice shook with need and his threat made her
dizzy with anticipation. She tugged at his grip and moaned when his
fingers tightened. “I want to touch you.”

Rais sat up suddenly, and she slid down his
chest. He caught her ass before she hit his lap. “That’s it. Lie on
your back, arms and legs out. I’m chaining you.”

Avani chanced his ire enough to kiss his
chin and the line of his jaw. “You have to put me down first.”

One large hand landed on the curve of her
ass in an openhanded slap. It straddled the line between pleasure
and pain in the way she’d already come to love, the way that made
her ache to be taken. She squirmed in his grasp, panting against
his jaw as she wondered if she might come from that one touch.

His other hand twisted in her hair. “Still
testing me?”

“
Maybe a little.” But she
didn’t want to push him
too
far, not until she’d sated his need. She moved
slowly, sliding from his lap and waiting patiently until he
released her hair. Nervous anticipation fluttered in her stomach as
stretched out and lifted her hands above her head. “But not too
much.”

He rolled to his knees and reached for her
ankles first. “Playing with fire, Avani.”

The chain he clipped to the
cuff around her ankle looked too delicate to hold anyone, but Avani
knew from experience that the magic in the metal made it strong
enough to restrain a warrior. He’d played out just enough chain to
give her freedom to squirm, but not enough to allow her to move
more than a few inches.
Trapped.

She shivered as his large hand closed around
her other ankle and spread her legs wide enough to fasten the other
chain. The flimsy fabric of her gown did little to hide her arousal
from him, though the teasing brush of it over her cunt made her
body ache.

Rais didn’t take off the gown before
securing her wrists. Instead, he shackled her and then ran his
fingertips over the buttons between her breasts. “What do you want?
A gentle seduction until the beast takes over? Or are you really
ready for me?” Challenge glinted in his eyes again, and his hard
chest rose and fell with rough breaths.

She wanted to meet that challenge. Had it
been anyone else, pride might have compelled her. But she knew
Rais. Maybe not well, maybe barely at all, but some instinct
whispered that he would punish himself later if he hurt her
now.

So she licked her lips nervously and gave
him the truth. “I don’t know if I’m ready. But I want to be.”

The cocky challenge faded from his dark
gaze, replaced by a warm certainty. “I’ll take care of you. Do you
believe that?”

He was so beautiful. She wanted to touch
him, but the chains clinking against the headboard reminded her
just how much power he had over her. She’d expected to be more
nervous, but her answer came easily. “Yes.”

It seemed to satisfy him. Possessive magic
flowed over her as Rais tugged at the gown with painstaking
gentleness, popping off the buttons one by one, underscoring his
deliberate words. “I’m going to put my mouth on your cunt again.
This time I’m not stopping until you come.”

It wasn’t what she’d been
taught to expect. No one had made any secret that the warriors
glutted the beast inside them on a woman’s pleasure, but her
training had made it clear that the slow teasing came
after
a man had slaked
his need with carnal fucking. His cock should have been inside her
by now, hard and unyielding as he sought relief.

She watched his face as he peeled the
transparent lace from her breasts. “Will it hurt you to go so
slowly?”

He tweaked her nipple with a sudden, hard
pinch. Her back arched and she whimpered, almost drowning out his
reply. “Who said anything about slow?”

“
Rais.” She wanted to rub
her thighs together to ease the need inside her. She twisted and
pressed her breast up against his hand. “I’m hungry for
you.”

“
I know you are.” His hand
trailed down the center of her body until he reached the wet,
exposed folds of her sex. He teased her with a few light, grazing
strokes, and bared his teeth in a cocky grin when she writhed under
his hand. “I’m glad, because I plan on giving you no mercy, Avani.
Just pleasure.”

“
More.
Please...
please
.”
She had to dig her teeth into her lower lip to stop the words from
tumbling out, because they meant she’d already forgotten
that
his
needs
were the focus of the evening.

Rais only touched her again, more firmly
this time, and bent his head to trace his tongue over her. His
hands slid under her hips, lifting her to his ardent mouth.

She couldn’t stop herself. She screamed at
the first touch of his tongue, helpless under the rush of pleasure
when she couldn’t do anything more than writhe. The chains clanked
loudly against the bed frame, a stark reminder of her helplessness.
“I--I can’t take much more before I come...”

He lifted his head, but only to slide first
one finger and then another into her. “Yes? What if I do this?”
They curled slightly, massaging her inner walls, and he bent to
flick his tongue over her again.

The twisting pleasure fractured without
warning. Her cunt clenched around his fingers and she whimpered and
tried to get closer to him. He made a soothing noise and looked up,
his fingers still thrusting in and out of her.

Avani moaned and met his eyes even as her
body trembled. “I’m ready for you,” she whispered. “Rais, I’m so
ready for you... Have me. Take me.”

He stilled, then moved slowly to his knees
to loosen his pants. He did nothing more than push them down far
enough to free his cock before lifting her again, this time up to
rest on his thighs. “Take you?”

The words were tradition, but she spoke them
because she meant them, even more now than when she’d uttered them
at the door. “I’m at your mercy.”

“
At my mercy.” His voice
trembled around the words, and he rubbed his shaft over the
slickness of her cunt with a rough groan. “Avani.”

He drove into her.

She closed her eyes and let
herself feel every inch of his cock as her body struggled to adjust
to his size. With her hips lifted from the bed the chains had drawn
tight, leaving her incapable of so much as squirming. She
was
at his
mercy.

She loved it.

He eased back and thrust into her again with
a low, guttural growl. “Made for me.” One hand smoothed up over her
stomach and chest. “Open your eyes.”

“
Rais.” She forced her eyes
open and moaned when she found his dark gaze fixed on her face, his
eyes wild. His clenched jaw seemed to be proof that he was still
fighting to hold back, and the realization frustrated her. “I trust
you. Let go.”

He shook his head. “You don’t know what that
means.”

She responded by clenching her inner muscles
around him, and Rais groaned and jerked her harder against him. He
bowed his head for several panting breaths, then growled again.
“You win, little one.” He slammed into her--hard, unyielding.

Then he did it again. And again.

She lost track of his thrusts after that,
aware of nothing but the fire that sparked through her with every
rough, claiming movement. It was fucking, dirty and raw and
everything she’d been prepared so carefully to enjoy.

Nothing had prepared her
for how
much
she’d
enjoy it. The pleasure of her body was strong enough, curling
tighter with every passing second, promising a bliss that would
eclipse her first climax. And even that was nothing compared to the
instinctive satisfaction and the way something inside her unfurled
to welcome his savage dominance.

Words were impossible, but
sound wasn’t. So she whimpered and moaned and did both as much as
she could to make up for the fact that she couldn’t touch
him.
Yet.

He slowed a little, his gaze still fixed on
her face. “Tell me why.”

She moaned her frustration
as the release that had been hanging just out of reach slipped
away, ratcheting up the tension and need inside her to feverish
levels. “Why
what
?”

Now he gave her only quick, very shallow
thrusts. “Why you came to me. Why you said yes.”

“
I trust... I trust you.”
She found his gaze and held it as her breath came in short,
desperate pants. “And want you.”

“
You weren’t frightened?”
He stopped, his cock buried to the hilt inside her, and found her
clit with his thumb. The tiny caress sent sparks to every nerve,
and her body began to tremble.

It took two tries to answer
his question. “Not of you. Never...never of--by the
Goddess
, Rais,
please!”

He trembled as badly as she, but he didn’t
move, just kept stroking her. “Come.”

She didn’t have a choice. The tense heat in
her abdomen snapped, flooding her with earth-shattering pleasure.
It felt so good she didn’t care that the cuffs dug painfully into
her wrists and her arms and shoulders would surely ache later from
the strain of writhing against her bindings.