Page 59 of Oath of War
Pulling him off me, I revelled in the disappointed pout that crossed his lips. I tilted his head back, forcing him to meet my gaze.
‘Do you like being helpless?’ I asked, pulling his head further back until he whimpered. ‘If you want me to hurt you, you have to ask. Beg me for it, Alaric. Beg me to give you what you need.’
My voice was low and rough. This had to be his choice, freely given. But gods, I hoped he would beg.
Alaric’s hooded gaze burned into me, his fangs flashing as his whimper transformed into a moan. I held him firm. I needed to hear it—needed his words, unvarnished and free of hesitation. I would rather gut myself with a dull blade than be violent against his will.
‘How do you ...’ His voice cracked. ‘Hrae, Annika?’
Yes,’ I murmured. ‘She told me, but I already knew.’ My grip on his hair tightened just enough to elicit another moan. ‘Now answer me. Do you want me to make it hurt?’
Ari gasped, his reaction giving me a clue but not the clarity I demanded. ‘Alaric,’ I said, my voice breaking into a plea, ‘please ... beg me.’
‘Yes, Domine,’ he finally whispered. ‘I like it. Please, make it hurt,’ he moaned, reaching for my cock. His voice came out so breathy that I instinctively tightened my grasp, hurting him more, watching as his cock stirred in response.
‘Fuck,’ I groaned, overwhelmed by the force of his admission. ‘Just promise you’ll tell me if it’s too much.’ I wanted to ravage him until his throat became raw from my cock and fuck him until his voice became hoarse from screaming my name; I wanted to see the bruises from my fingertips on his silver skin. I wanted all of him and more.
He nodded, his lips parting in surrender, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. ‘Pleasure me, Alaric,’ I commanded, thrusting into his mouth. His throat tightened as he gagged, and I nearly lost myself in the sight of him—beautiful and undone.
‘Just like that. Fuck, you feel so good,’ I almost purred, watching tears streak down his flushed cheeks. I loosened mygrip just enough for him to catch his breath before I fucked his throat, setting a brutal rhythm. He welcomed me with every thrust, his obedience only spurring me further until I felt the blissful oblivion darkening my thoughts.
But it wasn’t enough. My pleasure alone wasn’t enough.
I pulled away so suddenly Alaric fell forward, his wide eyes meeting mine as he gasped for air. I didn’t let him recover, dragging him to the bed with a feral urgency.
‘I am going to fuck you until you beg me to stop,’ I growled, yanking down his trousers in one rough motion. Gripping his hips, I pulled him flush against me. ‘You’ll plead for my mercy like you begged your goddess. This is your last chance to say no.’
His needy groan nearly made me climax on the sheets. ‘Do it!’ he breathed, his words defiant yet yearning. ‘How many times must I tell you I crave you? Or do you just love hearing me beg that much?’
He turned his head, capturing my lips in a kiss that was both challenge and submission as he pushed his rear back against my hard length. But when I smacked his ass, the sharp crack of the impact echoed, and his defiance crumbled into a whimper. My palm left a vivid red imprint on his silver skin, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
Sliding my cock between his cheeks, I took a deep breath. My mind was a chaotic mess, but locking onto a shred of sanity, I entered him slowly, giving his body time to adjust, trying to control my urges. His trembling didn’t stop him from pressing back, impaling himself further, his tightness making me ache with the effort to hold back.
My hips came flush with him, my hard cock entirely inside, and I nearly lost control. His translucent, sweat-slicked skin gleamed under the light, and his moans turned ragged as he rocked against me. My own breath shuddered as I battled tocontrol myself and resist the urge to explode at the intensity of the feeling.
‘Next time,’ I whispered against his ear, my teeth grazing his neck, ‘I want Ani to hear your sweet little moans. I want her to kiss them away, to hold you while I take you.’ The image burned through my mind, my cock throbbing as I claimed him.
His answering whimper was pure longing. ‘Hrae, yes,’ he choked out.
I gripped his cock, stroking in time with my thrusts as I buried myself in him, relishing every shudder and cry. The thought of Annika’s soft hands on him, silencing his cries while I took him raw, sent me over the edge. My pace turned brutal, my control unravelling.
I must have projected my pleasure because I felt Vahin’s presence in my mind, his surprise shifting to approval before fading, leaving me alone with my fae. Alaric’s voice, hoarse with pleasure, grounded me.
‘Yes . . . gods, yes . . . I’m so close.’
His husky voice, filled with desire, tied my heart to his in the most primal way. I was blessed to be with a man who took pleasure in my violence, and I gave him everything, my thrusts becoming erratic as I felt his release nearing.
His cock jerked in my hand, and his cries filled the room as he came, his body clenching around me. My own climax followed, violent and blinding. My world splintered as my wild magic surged, my cock thickening with one final thrust before I poured myself into him, our bodies trembling in shared ecstasy.
My Ari, my dark fae, beautiful in his submission, had taken my soul, owning it completely. We collapsed onto the bed, sweat-soaked and spent. I pulled him into my arms, unwilling to let go, my lips brushing his hair.
Alaric’s laugh startled me, a low, contented sound that resonated through my chest.
‘What’s so funny?’ I murmured, still catching my breath.
He turned, resting his head on my chest. ‘You. Me. The way you brutalised me in the most delicious way. I’m just ... happy. Happier than I’ve ever been in my long life.’
I kissed his head, smiling despite myself. ‘Brutalised? I thought I was considerate, giving you exactly what you asked for.’ My smile faded, concern creeping into my voice. ‘Do you need a healer?’
