Page 85 of Ember and Eclipse
Chapter XLVI
4 Weeks Later
Devdanwassittingonthe settee, his legs spread out wide, taking up more space than he needed to. Like he owned the gods damn place. The glimmer in his eye as he watched her rage only served to make her angrier.
Finally, she said, “Sleep outside. I don’t want you in my bed tonight.”
As she went to storm off, his hand closed around one of her wrists. With one smooth movement, he enclosed his thumb and forefinger around both, effectively stopping her. “Say it again.” His low voice behind her was full of a challenge.
“Sleep. Outside. I don’t want you in my bed if—”
He pulled her back, and she tipped into his lap as her legs met the edge. He closed his other hand around her throat with a tantalizing squeeze as he released her wrists now trapped between their bodies.
“That perfect little mouth of yours sure does get you in a lot of trouble.”
Her anger fused with desire, giving her a heady feeling.
“I sleep with my mate,” he said huskily into her ear, and a shiver of anticipation ran through her.
His hand left her neck, traveling down her body, over her breasts, over her stomach.
“Then I’ll sleep outside to not have to deal with you,” she snapped, but the venom had already diminished.
Pulling up the silky fabric of her sleeping gown to her hips, he exposed her. “You don’t want me tonight?”
It took her too long to say “no.”
“Say you don’t want me, and I’ll sleep outside.” His fingers whispered across the top of her thigh, over her center.
She already knew he’d find her wet and wanting, her legs spreading wider apart for him to do so. Damn her traitorous body. Her resolve broke, her lips parting. Gods, she wanted him. She always wanted him.
His fingers pressed against her, and her eyes rolled back, her head tipping back to rest on his shoulder.
“I will remind you again,” he murmured into her ear between pressed kisses to the top of her jaw, “that it isourbed. This isourhome. You aremymate. I don’t like when you revert to pretending that isn’t the case.” His finger slid through her slick heat and dipped inside of her. “It hurts my feelings.”
She pressed back, letting her legs fall open, even as her hips bucked to get him deeper inside. But amidst the mind-numbing pleasure, she knew that he was being honest. The first time they had been in a fight after they consummated their bond, she had told him to leave. Never had she seen words hit harder than anything physical she could have done to him.
“Apologize.” Another finger joined the first, and he picked up a steady pace. She was temporarily speechless as she tried and failed to find harmony with his movements. He hooked his arm underneath one of her legs, effectively taking complete control.
“Apologize,” he said again as he nipped at her throat that was stretched just for him.
“I’m—”
But Devdan was having none of it. His now punishing tempo rubbed his palm against her clit with just the right friction. All she could do was pull her arms free from between them, reaching for anything to clutch and finding only his tunic and the arm of the chair before she broke with his fingers inside of her.
“You’re—”
But he showed her no mercy as he moved her off him, setting her on her feet even as she still trembled with her release.
“Take it off,” he commanded, gesturing to her slip.
When she didn’t obey, staring at him in a daze, her thighs wet with her own arousal, he only smirked.
Taking her hand, he guided her around the side of the settee. Then, pulling her forward over the arm, he hauled her carefully over his legs until her ass was upright just across his lap. She turned her head to the side, her cheek against the cushion, to look back at him.
“Hands behind your back,” he commanded, pushing the fabric up to bunch at her lower back.
His palm made a circular motion on each cheek, squeezing and exploring before the first stinging strike landed. She hissed, wiggling to get away from him, but he held her still.
