Page 81 of What Fury Brings
Her chuckle was sinful. “All right. I’ve had my fun. Let it out, Prince. Crane your neck toward me. I want to watch your face as you come.”
Her movements doubled, and every time her fingers slid inside, they brushed that spot that made him wild. It felt like dying until it felt like being born again. Getting a deep breath of air after spending an eternity of drowning.
His eyes met hers, his neck craned as far as it would go. He didn’t mean to, but it was her name he cried when he came, spilling his seed on the floor in front of him.
She leaned her forehead against his back, and the two of them stood still. He was catching his breath, and he suspected she was calming herself.
Olerra stepped away, and he felt the loss of her touch more strongly than he expected. When she returned, she stood before him holding a wet rag.
She cleaned her fingers and his cock before taking a separate rag to the floor. Then she leaned against the wall opposite him, drinking in the sight of him hanging, sweat-soaked and satisfied.
She cocked her head to the side. “Does the prince of Brutus like to be fucked in the ass by his woman?”
He didn’t know what she saw in his eyes. Was it hatred? Was it pleasure? The two were so tied together he didn’t know anymore.
He looked at the discarded rag, the evidence of his pleasure.
“I want to hear you say it,” she insisted.
“Why? So you can say I told you so?”
“No, Prince. It will only make me burn hotter for you. As soon as I leave you, I will take my satisfaction in my own room. I will think about the noises you just made while I touch myself. Would you like to hear me? I can be extra loud so you know exactly what’s happening.”
Impossibly, his cock twitched.
She grinned.
“What was in that oil?” he asked.
She rolled her eyes. “That’s what you think brought you pleasure?” She stepped forward. “No, Prince. That was my fingers, touching the part inside you that brings immense pleasure. Make me proud, and I’ll do it again for you.”
Gods, but he wanted that. He shouldn’t want that. He should want to kill her. Instead, he found himself fantasizing about what she looked like naked and spread before him.
She pulled the lever that summoned the servants before leaving him chained up. When the eunuchs let him down, they attached him to the bed for the night.
Now that he had some distance from her, he could think clearly again. As he remembered the feel of her inside him, he knew that he couldn’t let that happen again.He didn’t need it again.He’d used her for pleasure, though it felt like she had used him. Still, he should be done now. Ready to move on.
But with his body still vibrating from the best orgasm he had ever experienced, he could only imagine what it would be like between them if he were the one inside her.
He needed to get out before she could ensorcell him again.
18
Andrastus was such a sight when he lost control. He was so incredibly strong, even while chained up. She’d feared for a moment that he’d knock her over with the way he was thrusting back into her.
Olerra had wondered why he’d asked her not to call him by his name, though not enough to question it. Perhaps his family called him by a nickname that he wasn’t ready to share with her. Maybe he hated his given name. She didn’t linger on the oddity of it long.
She was so wet she could feel it as she walked to her room. The thought of touching herself while he watched again had crossed her mind, but she wanted to leave him wanting more. She wanted to let his imagination run wild while she was in the next room.
Olerra selected a phallus, one slightly bigger than she’d used last time—before she’d been beaten by her cousin. It fit, though not without some strain. Olerra worked her clit while she left the instrument inside her, pretending it belonged to her prince. She screamed nice and loud when she came and could have sworn she heard a muttered curse from his room.
The next morning, she knew she couldn’t put off her duties any longer to spend time with her betrothed. Becoming incapacitated had really thrown off her plans. She’d intended to spend several weeks alone with him, but that time was all gone. As a general, Olerra needed to see to her troops.
Ydra was at the training field when she arrived, overseeing the morning exercises being performed by a squadron. The sight of women in armor, performing their drills in perfect synchronization was one that brought Olerra calm.
As much as she itched to move, she went to her office just off the yard. There were reports that needed reading. Supplies that needed to be allocated. The quarterly budget needed reviewing. Olerra was good with numbers, doing sums in her head that others often required quill and parchment for.
Yet, as she stared at the documents before her, the figures swam in and out of place.
