Page 21 of War Mage

“I could sate us both and never lose one ounce of control,” he claims arrogantly.

“Then prove it,commander,” I say leaning forward, so that my breasts hover just above his mouth.

Urim regards me and I feel more of his dark longing. He wants to take me up on what I’m offering, strongly enough that he can’t even disguise it under the veneer of calm, emotionless logic that he always projects. Finally he asks, “What boundaries do you have to these games? How far can I take you?”

Triumph skitters through my veins, and lust spikes in my core. “No kissing,” I reiterate, like I said a week ago. “But other than that, I’m willing to go as far as you like.”

“Right,” he responds slowly. “Kissing is for lovers, you said. And this . . . is merely a sating of appetites.”

“Taking the edge off before we head into danger,” I agree. “We all need some relief sometimes, right?”

His lips firm into an impassive line, but he says, “Indeed. So, you are up for anything else? Spanking?”

“Yes,” I breathe out, getting wet at the idea.

“Orgasm control?” he asks.

“What?” I ask, not sure I heard him right.

“You would not come until I give permission,” he explains, as blandly as if discussing the taste of our meal. “Holding off orgasms can make them more intense, if you know how to time them . . . which I do.”

“Then yes,” I answer boldly. I don’t know if I actually could hold off orgasming, but I'm intrigued enough to try.

“Penetration?” he questions next.

My pussy clenches at the thought. It’s been so long since I’ve been filled and I’m suddenly feeling desperate for it. “Gods, yes. Can we start now or do you need to ask a hundred more questions?”

“Hellion,” he remarks, but there’s no real censure in his voice.

“You like me being a hellion,” I return. “You like correcting me.”

His eyelids hood again, and he doesn’t answer me, but I know I’m right.

“One last question,” he says, ignoring my words. “Do you have a contraception charm?”

I almost moan at the question as that must mean that he truly means to fuck me and Ineedthat. I also understand why he is asking; I’m his mate, even if just in name only. He’s definitely able to get me pregnant and that’s the last complication we need on a mission like the one we are undertaking. “I received the Blessing of the Barren by the priestesses of Kethia at the beginning of the year,” I tell him. “It should be good for at least another month.”

He nods at that, obviously having heard of the blessing before. It’s an expensive ritual, but the priestesses of the love goddess Kethia can bind a woman’s courses and make it impossible for her to get pregnant. I’ve gotten it done every year since I reached adulthood and had the coin to pay for it, as my courses are heavy and painful, but the added benefit of avoiding pregnancy is a bonus that I have definitely taken advantage of in the past.

Urim asks no more questions after my response, but that purring hum he calls hissibilancebegins in his throat, washing over me and I shudder in pleasure as my sensitivity increases. My pussy gets wetter and I squirm a little on his lap, my back arching and pushing my breasts even closer to his mouth.

“Put your arms above your head and keep them there,” he orders, his voice thick with his thrum. “Do not bring them down until I tell you.”

“Why should I?” I question saucily.

“Because I will give you no pleasure until your arms are above your head,” he returns calmly, though I can see him eye my chest with what could be interest and can feel that dark longing in our bond. “And will stop the moment you disobey me.”

Pouting, I put my arms up, grabbing my elbows with my hands so that my arms are supported over my head. When they are up and still, Urim nods in approval.

“Good female,” he growls and then his lips are on my left nipple, sucking and laving the sensitive nub with a strong, vibrating tongue. I gasp and jerk at the sudden sensation, but I keep my arms up as he bade. His hands come up and grab my rump, pulling me closer to him so that the join between my legs rubs on his thigh, sending a skittering of pleasure running through my body. It feels good and I begin to buck my hips to increase the sensation, trying to add friction to my swollen clit. But his hands firm on my bottom, holding me still as he feasts on my breasts

I whine and try to move again, but his grip is iron and I can’t get enough movement to give me any sort of satisfaction.

“Behave, hellion,” Urim remarks, before licking my nipple one more time, then switching to the other.

“Iambehaving,” I retort. “My arms are above my head, what more could you want?”

“You are trying to come before I am ready for you to do so,” he replies coolly. “And you will climax when I want you to or not at all.”

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