Page 62 of Daughter of the Dark Sun
Mireithren sank her nails into his back, pulling Therat deeper. “Do-don’t stop, Therat. I won’t let you stop.”
“Whatever you desire, Little Siren,” he murmured, lips grazing her earlobe. “I am yours tonight.” He quickened the pace, rolling onto one side and pulling her leg over his shoulder.
“Oh, oh gods, yes,” she whimpered. “You are mine, all mine, Therat.”
Mireithren reached up a hand wreathed in the Shadow-weave and touched the bite mark on his neck. A searing fire burned through his skin, then turned to ice. Shadows swam across Therat’s vision before retreating into his flesh. The pain sent a spasm of blood rushing through his cock.
End me, oh gods, you will end me, and I will thank you for it.
Another knock at the door.
“Leave it. Outside!” Therat yelled out. It took every ounce of effort and willpower to focus enough to say those three little words.
As he spoke, the pleasure built to an inevitable crescendo. He looked at Mireithren, gaze sweeping across her supple breasts.Her skin glistened with sweat. He lowered his head, tongue flicking across a nipple taut with arousal before looking back up at the siren. She pulled his head up and kissed him, tongue invading his mouth. A cool tendril of Shadow-weave wrapped around his hips, forcing every inch of his cock into his raven-haired torturer.
Suddenly, the fires overwhelmed Therat, ready to tear from his abdomen and sear all thought from his mind. He thrust again, the shadows around his hips pulling him in until Mireithren shuddered and hummed with pleasure.
“Oh… oh, Mireithren, I…fuck.”
Pure bliss shattered across Therat’s mind, muscles seizing with the effort of trying to process the feeling. Purged, hollowed out. He closed his eyes, luxuriating in the feeling while his cock still gently pulsed inside Mireithren, the height of bliss fading fast.
Therat collapsed to the side, sweat crawling down his forehead from the effort. He opened his eyes to see Mireithren crying in silence, a wide smile on her face.
“Th-that… oh gods,” she whispered, still smiling before wiping the tears away.
His limbs felt so heavy. He wanted nothing more than to hold Mireithren close and fall into a deep, peaceful sleep, to wake up with her in his arms and worship her all over again. Therat hazily remembered the knock that interrupted them.
He kissed Mireithren’s scarred cheek before getting up. “My siren requires one last act of worship,” he murmured.
Therat opened the door, a large bottle of wine and two goblets waiting for him. He picked them up and came back, making quick work of dispensing the deep crimson liquid. The sweet smell paled in comparison to the taste of Mireithren still on his lips. Therat lay back down; Mireithren nuzzled her head under his chin, taking slow sips from the goblet.
“I only asked for a day,” she whispered, almost as if to herself.
Mireithren sank into Therat’s arms. Her sighs of contentment came as sweet music to his ears.
thirty
Upended and in Disarray
The plan failed.
At least, it failed to produce the results Apattar told herself she wanted. One night, that was all it was supposed to be. One time to rid herself of this unwanted lust, then her heart would comply with what her mind told her must be done.
Except, her heart won the battle.
The fragile, cracked, black thing that could barely recall the feeling of love. The one that shattered when Ninann begged the cursed sister not to follow a path of darkness. The one that never got to feel the devoted protection of her father. Now it hummed with anticipation, ready to do anything for the man with black curls sleeping by her side.
Claimed. Mine. My very own to ruin, to love, to torture, to desire.
It was a stupid plan.
Maybe she always knew it would fail. Secretly hoped it would fail, at least. Could her will be stronger than fate?
Apattar smiled as Therat shifted; a hand strayed across her upper thigh. She closed her eyes and thought back to last night. How he looked at her as if she was the only person who mattered in the world. The way his Shadow-weave wrapped around her throat, vision blurring and thoughts melting at their cold touch. The pain mixed with pleasure, gasps for air heightening every nerve ending, sending her tumbling into fire. How his touch awakened her, unlocked a heart she thought forever broken.
The woman who had only known cruel touches for so long never knew she could feel so alive. Content. Wanted. Loved. She desired it more than a purpose, more than power or money. Someone to want her with such ferocity the past became a thing easy to forget. In a single day, Therat gave Apattar everything she sought. She claimed her prize, and now would let nothing take him away. Perhaps it wasn’t love, but twisted obsession, yet, did it matter in the end?
Apattar brushed a curl out of Therat’s eyes. She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss upon his lips. Last night, the tension coiled in her body made it impossible to think straight. She wanted to feel the pain she knew so well alongside pleasure, some naive thought it would lessen the enjoyment, remind her of the reason why she had to sacrifice him.
