Page 70 of Skyla

Wetness spread down my thighs. It hurt, but my arousal wasn’t only about them punishing me. It was about them caring enough to do what they were doing now. Helping me connect with my deeper self. Forcing me into submission I needed more than I would ever admit.

Because it felt right.

Grave kissed my cheek when he finished, handing me to Wraith. He pinned me to the mattress, one big hand covering my wrists, my thighs spread by his knees. “Pity this isn’t about pleasure.”

He spanked my clit, and I screamed, closing my eyes and freely falling into perfection. I could feel every inch of my body in exquisite, excruciating detail. It hurt so much more than it would without my mind in this place, and felt so much better.

Fuck.

Wraith knew exactly how to spank my pussy to cause the pain he wanted, and I was wet enough to make it worse.

He let his hands fall on my inner thighs. “Don’t ever do that again, Skyla. I will spend a full day spanking every inch of you if you put yourself in danger.”

“I won’t. Promise.”

“We’ll make sure of that.” He went back to spanking my clit, making it swell and ache and burn. I loved it and I hated it. I needed it.

Wraith leaned down and captured my clit with his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and briefly breaking the rules that this wasn’t for fun. He pulled away far too soon, eyes spinning with heat and a promise that he’d finish it later. The only one left was Delta.

Looking at Silver, he nodded before lifting me off the pillows and carrying me toward the elevator. “You’re mine today,” he said, “At least for a while.”

“What about the punishment?”

“I think you get the picture,” he said. A rumbling laugh sounded behind us. “And I never said your punishment was over, Sky. I just said you were mine.”

He didn’t let me go in the elevator. “I need to check on Puff,” I said.

“Grave did this morning. She’s just fine.”

“Oh.”

Nerves swam in my gut again. The ground floor held both Delta and Grave’s apartments, along with the other rooms. And the decor of his surprised me. Light, bright colors that nearly reminded me of somewhere tropical or desert. Being in here felt like standing under the open sky and inhaling clean air.

And then I saw the cage.

“You know, part of me thought you were joking.”

“I don’t joke about this. And this will help you.”

“How the fuck is a cage supposed to help me?”

Delta tossed me on his bed and climbed over me, staring down. “I haven’t been fae long. I know what it feels like to try to merge the two parts of yourself together. It’s confusing, and it hurts in ways you’re not expecting it to. Especially for someone like you.”

An unfamiliar growl came from my throat. “Want to try that again?”

He smirked, victory shining in his eyes. “Someone who doesn’t see themselves as submissive, and whose instincts are screaming at them to bow down and yield.”

“I’m never going to roll over and play dead for you all.”

Delta laughed. “We don’t want you to do that. But we do need you to understand that we’re not human. It changes when you leave it behind, and the rules are different, and you can’t pretend they don’t exist. Now don’t move.”

He left me on the bed, and I didn’t move, trying to be good.

The sound of metal reached me, and my thighs clenched together. “Sit up.”

I did, and he wasn’t in sight. Before I could turn to look, something snapped around my neck. A thin metal circle that didn’t move when I pulled on it. “What the hell, Delta?”

My body moved without me doing it, pulled by a chain attached to the collar. “I won’t keep you in here the whole day,” he said. “Despite the teasing. But a physical manifestation of submission is a fast track to blending your two selves together.”

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