Shadowfae (21 page)

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stumbled, flinging my arms out for balance, and thudded into soft whiteness. My purse slipped from my shoulder, tumbling to the floor, and he was on me, his lips crushing mine, his hard thigh insistent between my legs. I shivered beneath him, icy apprehension and hot desire chasing each other over my skin. He already had me on his bed. Luna wasn’t one to mess around, especially not with rapture whispering lustful thoughts inside his head. Triumph tingled my thighs, adding to my pleasant discomfort, and I writhed, pressing myself onto him. I could do this. One orgasm, he’s dead and it’s over. Right?

He sat astride me and fought for my wrists, pinning me down, his long silk coat flowing over my bare legs. Reflexively I struggled, and he held me tighter, his eyes gleaming. His beautiful golden hair tangled over his wide shoulders, an unsettling smile creeping about his lips.

He released one of my wrists, and without so much as a flicker of his hot green eyes, he conjured a mass of bright silk into his hand, the energy release tainting the air with ozone. He wrapped my wrist tightly, and tied it fast to the rail at the top of his bed. The scarf bit into my pulse, making it throb, and swiftly he did the same to the other wrist, stretching my arms over my head. “Wouldn’t want you wriggling away.”

I swear I heard Rajah catch his breath.
Oh, now that’s too much. Do you have any idea how hard it is to stand back and watch?

My nipples tightened, and I squirmed, enjoying Luna’s weight pressing down on me as much as I relished the thought of Rajah watching. Have to admit, the tying-up thing still turned me on. My sex awakened, the pleasant ache growing, new moisture thickening. If I had to let him fuck me, I might as well get into it.

Now that I lay immobile, Luna shrugged off his coat and tossed it away. His ultrafine silk shirt didn’t even pretend to hide the brutally masculine shapes of his chest, the way his waist narrowed and tightened, the steel piercing at his nipple. That was new. He’d always had sensitive nipples, a hair-trigger for his arousal. I imagined my tongue flicking that sharp stud, teasing the hard peak of flesh, sucking it. It’d drive him crazy. If I could reach, which I couldn’t.

When he unbuttoned the shirt and let it fall, I got an even better view, his pale skin taut over naturally toned muscles, that sexy serpent tattoo curling around his biceps, assorted scars across his chest still showing after all this time. Some of those were probably from my teeth, and I recalled the citrus tang of his skin, the silky stone of his cock on my tongue.

He leaned over me, soft golden hair brushing my breasts, and trailed his wet mouth up the inside of my silk-shackled forearm, leaving shivering heat in his wake. His scent filled my mouth, triggering bittersweet memory. I recalled the games we’d played, how he teased me until desire threatened to boil my blood, until I whimpered and pleaded for him to fuck me. My stomach clenched even as he pleasured me. Would he make me beg?

I hesitated at the thought of Rajah watching me humiliate myself. But there wasn’t much left of my dignity as far as he was concerned anyway, not after he’d nearly made me come screaming in about three seconds flat with just his fingers.

Still, the sooner this was over with, the better. I was already liking it too much. Daring, I flexed muscles deep inside my abdomen and let loose a tiny ripple of that pent-up rapture.

Luna’s mouth claimed mine again, and I gave in, tempting him, letting him dominate me. He nudged my chin up, his lips wicked on my throat, and unwillingly I strained against the silk, wanting to crush his hair in my hands, drag his mouth farther down to my puckered nipples, my belly, my sex. God, I’d forgotten how good he was, how effortlessly he turned me on. The things he was doing with his tongue shot burning bombs of desire straight to my clit, and he was only kissing my neck.

Rajah’s sigh sparkled over my skin, intense.
You are so hot. I could come from just watching you.
Warm breath burned my ear, shocking me into a hiss. He was right there, at the edge of the bed. Watching me gasp, smelling me, inhaling my pleasure. I tossed my head toward him, stifling a groan, longing to feel Rajah’s beautiful swelling lips devouring mine while Luna slid that talented tongue between my legs.

Too late I smelled ozone, the telltale stink of conjuration. A cold metal blade stung my collarbone, tipping icy water over my need.

I choked, tugging helplessly at my bindings. Luna leaned over onto one elbow and traced the knifepoint across the sensitive bone, leaving a smarting trail, heat seeping slowly as my blood trickled. I kicked, but he trapped my legs with his thigh, heavy and strong and impossible to move. His cock lay hard against me, and my wriggling only got him harder. He ground against me with a slow sigh of desire.

My heartbeat quickened, and I tried to swallow, fear gripping my throat like a tight fist. I’d seen him torture girls, cut them, burn their nipples with glowing iron, tease them with his tongue and his cock in the most sensitive places while they sobbed. His imagination was staggering, his patience never-ending. It had amused me, back when I hated the world and everyone in it except him. But he’d never done it to me. “What the fuck—”

He clamped his other hand gently over my mouth and clicked his tongue. “Did you really think I’d forgotten those curses you spat at me? I’ve never heard such filth come out of your sweet mouth.” He trailed the warming knifepoint into the hollow of my throat and pressed gently, his gaze fixed on mine.

The spot stung, my pulse throbbing, and dread parched my mouth. Rajah’s invisible fingers brushed across my hair, reassuring.
It’s all right, I won’t let him hurt you. He’s still enraptured. Just do what he wants, and wait for our moment.

I knew Rajah was right. Luna’s face still glowed warm from the fairy’s drug, his eyes glazed with unnatural rapture-borne sensuality. He was still ours. So long as I could endure this.

God, I hoped that wasn’t just the drug rushing around my own head talking.

Luna watched me, his lips quivering apart. “You want to be careful who you curse to hell forever next time. It might come back and bite your pretty ass. We can still be friends, Jade. I can forgive you. But not until you’ve repented for your mistakes.”

The knife’s wide blade glinted, and for a moment he admired the light catching on the sharp edges. Then he slid the cold steel beneath the satin shoulder strap of my dress. The blade sliced through the thin scarlet fabric as if it wasn’t there, only a tiny hiss of friction. He slit the other one, too, and undid the side zipper on my dress so he could drag it down. He slid the slick satin under my ass, over my trembling thighs, down to my ankles and off, slipping the straps of my shoes over my heels so they came off, too.

His hungry stare raped me, raking over my body like rough hands. I’d never felt so naked. I quivered, the scarves cutting into my wrists, desolate helplessness washing away my confidence.

You are so beautiful.
Rajah’s whisper felt thick with lust on my ear, and for an instant something wet and burning brushed my nipple. His invisible fingertip, wet with his saliva.

Desire flooded me, hot and fast, shooting under my skin. My clit ached, aroused too quickly, a rush of blood so fierce, I cried out.
Jesus. Don’t do that. He’ll see.

But Luna just smiled, oblivious. He stripped naked, down-lights gloating over the perfect shapes of his thighs, the sweet curve of his ass, the soft satiny sheen of his magnificent cock. His aura glowed violet, a rippling, eerie second skin. A beautiful man with a demon’s cold heart. Not that I wanted to insult demons. At least Kane eventually figured out he’d hurt you, even if he didn’t understand why.

He crawled back up over me, muscles gleaming with light sweat. Delicately he flicked his tongue out to my nipple, savoring it, adding to Rajah’s heat. “Good girl. Already so hard.” He reversed the knife in his hand and licked the sharp point, wetting and warming it. A drop of his shiny saliva collected on the wicked tip, and delicately he lowered it to my straining nipple.

The hot sting tore into my breast, and bumps broke out on my skin. I gulped, my thighs straining beneath his. To have pain where I’d just felt burning pleasure was exquisite and horrible. He twisted his wrist, digging the point in farther.

He moved the knife away and nudged me hard between the legs with his cock. I wriggled my thighs apart, hoping the bastard would just get on with it. But he smiled, cruel. “So you can still handle a little pain? Let’s see how you cope with pleasure.”

He slid down my body, opened me with deft fingers and fastened his hot tongue right over my clit. Treacherous pleasure shot to my core like a bullet, hard and painful. My breath left me in a rush, hot juice flooding from my womb to soak the sheet, and my rapture ignited in a burst of flame, filling me with shuddering, pent-up energy.

Rajah’s groan inflamed me more.
You’re killing me. Come, my love. Let him bring you. Fake it if you have to, and while he’s distracted we’ll have him.

Fake it? He had to be kidding. Luna’s tongue worked harder, swirling over my most tender spot, and burning tension rippled through my abdomen. I gasped, traitorous tears welling in my eyes. It had been so long since any man had bothered to go down on me—I certainly didn’t count Dante raping me with his tongue while I sprawled in a blood-drenched stupor—that I’d forgotten how good it felt. So hot, so perfect. My inner muscles rippled, foreshadowing my release, and metal stung my swollen flesh there, cold and frightening.

Jesus. He had the knife there. Millimeters from my soft insides, so I couldn’t move, not unless I wanted to skewer myself. The sick son of a bitch. Nausea and disgust crawled cold fingers over me, spoiling my pleasure, and I was glad.

“Uh-uh,” Luna murmured, and I felt him smile. “Don’t move.” He sucked me, delicate, drawing my swollen clit deeper into his mouth, and raw sensation gripped me, but all my enjoyment in the act had fled. I couldn’t come like this, not with that sharp steel threatening to slice me and the air dripping with Luna’s breathless malice. Guess I’d have to fake it after all, and I’d better make it good.

I closed my eyes, willing my body to stay still, and thought of Rajah, pretending he was doing what Luna was doing, tonguing me softly, then hard, teasing my flesh into spasms, his gorgeous dark hair spilling like warm water over my thighs as I locked my ankles around his neck. I thought of how I’d react, and I groaned, tossing my head back. I imagined his tongue sliding inside, fucking me, drinking my hot fluid straight from the source, and I struggled to remain still. My breath quickened, my thighs quivering, straining. My imaginary Rajah replaced his tongue with that smooth finger, more fingers, sinking them deeper, stirring, stimulating that magical spot. I moaned, my nipples hardening again without any help. “Oh, god, that’s good.”

“Mmm.” Luna pulled back a little, softening his tongue. “Good girl. Can you come without moving? Bet you can’t.”

You’re doing great. Don’t let him see this.
Invisible fingers plucked at my wrists, loosening the scarves. Silk whispered over my forearms, and I was free. I cried out breathlessly so Luna wouldn’t notice, curling my toes and making my thigh muscles jump like I couldn’t take much more. “No, please, don’t.”

Rajah’s hot palms slid over mine, and I gripped his unseen hands so tightly, my knuckles ached. I wanted to grab Luna’s hair and drag him off me, gouge my nails into his eyes and rip them out. I wanted to grab Rajah and take him, sink him into me and never let go. Rapture swirled in my abdomen like a dancing fireball, threatening to explode.

My mouth watered hard, painful, and I swallowed. Okay, enough thinking about Rajah fucking me. The point was to make Luna fuck me, to make him come, not me.

I made my body shiver, panting. “Please, don’t make me. I want to come with you inside me. Please . . . oh, god, no.” I cried out, digging my heels into the sheet, pressing myself against Luna’s horrid caressing mouth, trying not to wince as the knife blade brushed my skin, stinging. I contorted my thighs, letting my muscles shudder and heave. Luna groaned, covering me with his tongue, his fingers digging into my thighs.

Yeah. Now let it rip.
Rajah released my hands, and his dark shimmering ripples slammed down over us, soaking the air like a rampant heat haze. I gritted my teeth in anticipation and let my own straining rapture erupt.

Agonising relief burst in my guts, like its own kind of orgasm, and my body burned with magical sexual energy. Sparks arced in my hair, crackling, the smell of ozone spreading.

Luna shuddered between my legs, his heavy shoulder muscles shaking. He whipped the blade away and tossed it onto the floor, diving onto me and pulling my thigh around his hips with a hot, strong hand. His cock jammed into my pubic bone, painfully hard. “Wildcat, you gorgeous thing, I can’t pretend. I want you so bad,” he breathed, and rammed himself into my swollen flesh in a single powerful thrust.