Finally.
The Unseelie prince braced his body over mine, grabbing my face roughly in one hand, my lips puckering out above my teeth.
This close, I could practically see the collagen fibers in his iris, causing the ice-blue streaks of color as they looked straight through me. Like the rope of a noose pulling tight and strong, our connection was unwavering. Even if it was unwanted, we were coal to the other’s flame.
“Forforeveryou are mine. I alone own you. Do you understand that yet?” he asked, dropping his hand from my face to graze across my chest and stomach before settling it between my legs, cupping me firmly.
I heard the breath catch in his throat before his grip grew firmer, more intense. The sultry rhythm of his breathless chant made my head spin with need.
I pressed myself harder into his palm, causing my eyes to flicker closed as I opened my insolent mouth to tell him exactly what he owned.
I wasn’t generally a passive sort of woman, as he had figured out by now. No man or fae wouldeverown me.
But it was a dream, and an unbelievably good one at that, so I wasn’t going to ruin it.
“A good pet should always listen to their owner’s commands, don’t you think?” he questioned softly as he hooked his thumbs into the sides of my sleep shorts and underwear and slid them slowly down and off my legs.
My knees pulled up and now rested on either side of his body as he knelt between them.
I was fully exposed and vulnerable to him.
“You are immaculate,” he murmured after a moment of stillness.
Mendax leaned his muscular frame forward, hovering over me and grabbing my hand and tucking in all but my pointer and middle fingers.
Hot, wet need pulsed violently between my legs as he pushed my fingers inside his mouth, his eyes angrily glowing at mine. He ran his hot tongue over my fingertips, closing his mouth around them before pulling them from his mouth, then pressing them on my exposed sex roughly, all in one motion, still warm and wet from his mouth.
I let out a small whimper, shocked by how much I liked his angry touches and the unbelievable realness of the dream. Is this how we would have been if he were still alive?
The prince removed his hand with a groan to stand at the foot of the bed again, towering over me with his large arms crossed.
“Wait—”
“You will touch yourself gently because I cannot. Do not move your hand from that spot until I command you to, my queen.” His gravelly voice held so much roughness, I swore I felt it.
I was so shocked and so turned on, I didn’t even realize I’d started moving my fingers over myself. The heat from our angrystares, though shadowed with darkness, had jumped from being coal to chlorine trifluoride. I was on fire.
“I want you to touch me, please, Mendax,” I begged.
Unable to bear another moment of his lustful stare, I slid my fingers lower to feel my pulsing clit—I wouldn’t be taking orders well.
Without warning, my throat choked, something tightening around it with heavy pressure. I gasped for air while I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t rise.
“Did I tell you to move yet, love?” Mendax said nonchalantly from where he stood.
I clawed and ripped at the force strangling me until I saw the smoke coiled around my throat like a fucking python trailing back to Mendax’s large hand.
The grip lightened slightly as I stilled and heaved large gulps of air into my straining lungs. The mixed sensations of arousal, fear, and aggression swirled into a confusing puddle of desire between my legs. I glared harder at the towering fae. Since when was I into rough sex?
“Be a good girl and listen to your owner, pet, or I won’t let go next time. I doowe you for stabbing me, after all.”
My hand had already moved to rub me.
I wanted him wild and violent with need. I wasn’t afraid of him. I wanted him so badly, I could feel the desperation in every cell of my body. My thalamus was going to explode trying to regulate my arousal.
“Touch yourself while I watch you. Back and forth,” he commanded in a deep, sultry tone. “Good, now slower.”
My toes curled as I listened for more requests.