Page 34 of Blood Day (Blood Alliance #7)

Lily

Every part of me burned.

My face. My breasts. My lower belly. My thighs.

I fought the urge to squirm, my need for friction driving the heat to uncomfortable levels inside me. My veins resembled liquid fire.

Cedric had sent me in here what felt like hours ago. Except my damp hair told me it was maybe only a few minutes.

Yet it felt as though I were dying.

His words had rippled through me and stoked my inner craving, leaving me more than soaked between my thighs.

I wanted to be embarrassed, but that would require me to have enough energy to feel anything other than aroused, and my emotional reserves were all tapped out at the moment.

I gripped the pillows over my head, my back threatening to bow as a moan taunted my throat.

Goddess, where is he? Why is this taking so long ?

I squeezed my eyes shut, a tiny hint of fear taking root inside me.

What if he isn’t coming? What if he’s just testing me to see how long I’ll lie like this, waiting for him?

The answer was forever.

Because I didn’t want to be anywhere else. I desired him. And if lying here in a sea of agonizing arousal was what he required, I’d do it.

I swallowed, my skin prickling as my core pulsated with interest.

He’d let me touch him.

His ass. His cock. Every part of him. I’d never experienced such perfection. And the open way he’d let me explore him had only made me burn that much hotter for him.

He’d denied my request to please him. Then he’d demanded that I finish the game properly.

I didn’t truly understand his motives, but he’d made it clear that the shower game had been for me. He’d given me the opportunity to explore him on my terms without allowing me to focus on his pleasure.

It was an experience unlike any of my existence.

An experience I would dream about for the rest of my life.

His smooth skin. His hardness. His muscular form. All of it was so perfect that it almost hurt to think about. Mostly because picturing him made me want him, and I was already so wet .

“Cedric,” I breathed, pained by the need pulsating through my veins. “ Please. ”

I wasn’t sure what I truly wanted him to do. Touch me? Lick me? Bite me?

My thighs nearly closed, my desire to rub them together spiking through my mind .

I tightened my hold on the pillows, fighting the urge to touch myself.

So hot.

Where is he? Why isn’t he responding? What is this new game?

He wanted me wet and swollen. I couldn’t touch my clit, but the way it throbbed suggested it was ready for him.

Dampness trickled down to my ass, again making me want to squirm.

I whispered his name once more, my eyes filling with tears as I began to silently weep for his touch.

I hadn’t heard him leave the bathroom. But he could phase. Did he leave me here to suffer? Was this all just another way to break me?

After all the kind things he’d said… was it all a lie?

Is this even real?

My eyes sprang open, my need to verify my surroundings hitting me hard in the chest.

I gasped as I found Master Cedric standing at the foot of the bed. It’s real. He’s real. He’s here.

His dark eyes simmered with violent energy, his cheekbones hard enough to cut glass.

He didn’t look pleased.

He looked furious.

Are my legs not spread enough apart? I wondered, my thighs automatically trying to stretch more. Are my heels meant to be closer to my ass? I tried to slide them farther up the bed, the bend in my legs reminding me of a butterfly’s wings by the time I finished.

His expression darkened even more.

I swallowed, my fingers clammy against the pillows.

His anger both unnerved me and… and made me hotter .

He was dangerous. Lethal. A predator. And it almost seemed like he wanted to eat me .

Maybe he did.

Maybe he planned to bite me.

Oh, Goddess, that thought just tightened the ache inside me, intensifying my need.

More tears fell, my lips mouthing his name as my back arched off the bed. This was agony, him being so close to my aching flesh. I wanted to scream at him to do something, beg him to take this pain away, demand he touch me.

But I couldn’t do those things. Mostly because I didn’t know how to properly articulate the desire.

None of my courses had taught me anything about seeking my own pleasure, only how to please males. Specifically, Six. And the classes where he’d practiced on me hadn’t been anything like this.

No warmth.

No sensuality.

No extreme sensations of being on the verge of the most beautiful death imaginable.

“Cedric,” I said, trying to tell him what I wanted. “I… It hurts .”

“I know,” he whispered, his hand wrapping around his impressive length to give it a harsh stroke. “You’re so fucking wet.”

A noise left my mouth that I couldn’t define. It sounded almost animalistic, yet borderline desperate.

“Did you please yourself while I was gone?” he asked, his voice still soft as he continued to run his hand up and down his shaft. “Did you think of me when you came?”

My throat was dry, all my moisture seeming to have gone south. “Yes,” I admitted. “I thought of you every time.”

And the only time I’d really come had been when I’d touched myself .

Six never could bring me to orgasm properly.

Although, I had tried to help a few times by pretending he was Cedric. But it hadn’t worked. He wasn’t rough enough. Strong enough. Dominant enough.

“Put your hand between your legs. Show me how you touch yourself.” His voice held a subtle growl to it that had me whimpering.

Or maybe it was his request.

Because I didn’t want to touch myself. I wanted him to touch me.

My fists clenched in the pillows rather than obey him. “I want your hand more than mine.”

“Are you refusing my request?” he asked, his palm sliding to a halt at his base.

No. That wasn’t what I meant. I just… I expected… him.

“And if I’m impressed, you’ll know by how vigorously I lick you with my tongue.”

“Are you not impressed?” I whispered, recalling his heated words from the bathroom. “You said you would tell me with your tongue…” I trailed off, my mind buzzing beneath an avalanche of agonized need. Please…

“You just said you want my hand more than your own.”

“I do.” My ankles were aching from holding this position for him, adding a hint of pain to my voice. But it was worth it if I impressed him enough. “And your tongue,” I confessed. “I want you to… to lick me.”

I’d thought he meant between my thighs.

But maybe I’d misunderstood.

Goddess, I hoped I’d followed correctly. Because it was all I could think about now.

“But you touching yourself would please me, Lily,” he cooed. “Are you saying that won’t be enough for you? That you need more?”

I bit my lip, the desire to scream hitting me hard. Because yes, I wanted more. I’d just said that!

Another tear fell, the torment leaving me dizzy.

“Do you desire more?” he asked, rephrasing his previous question. “Answer me, Lily. Are you saying you won’t please me by putting on a show?”

I started to weep. This was all so wrong. I should be doing everything he wanted. But he’d planted a sensual idea in my head that I couldn’t seem to release.

“I want your tongue,” I whispered brokenly. “Please, Cedric. I’m swollen, just like you wanted. I’m wet. I’m hot . I… I feel like I’m going to explode.”

“But that doesn’t matter, does it? It’s my pleasure that matters most. Isn’t that what Master Peyton taught you?”

His words were arrows through my heart.

Because he was right.

This was about him, not me.

Except that wasn’t what he’d said in the shower. He wouldn’t let me go to my knees then. He’d said that wasn’t how the game was played.

So had he done all this to make me mad with lust just to deny me pleasure?

No. He was offering it in the form of my own hand.

I wanted to laugh. Not because it was funny, but because it was just so humiliating and hurtful and wrong.

“I hate you,” I breathed, my hand releasing the pillow to skate down my body, to do what he’d demanded.

Only, I no longer felt as hot as before.

I felt cold.

But I had to do this for him. It was what he’d demanded, and he was the superior being. The one who issued edicts that I had to follow .

More tears left my eyes as I found my clit, the agony of his new game mixing with the pain of my need.

He caught my wrist, his knee suddenly on the bed as he knelt between my thighs.

“You should hate me,” he said, his obsidian irises raging with black fire. “That’s our current world. It’s cruel. Your desires mean nothing. Your arousal is meant to be a passing enjoyment that’s abused and used for someone else’s pleasure. Never your own.”

I clenched my jaw. “You don’t need to remind me of my place. I know what I am to you, Master Cedric .” I circled my clit with my finger to punctuate the point, causing his eyes to lower. “Release me. I’m ready to perform.”

He smiled. “That anger you feel right now? That is what I desire from you.”

“So you tricked me into thinking there would be more just to remind me of my fate, all to provoke anger?” I really did hate this man.

“Yes,” he replied. “Because now you’re ready to experience it. And you’ll appreciate it that much more in the end.”

I frowned. “Appreciate what?” I didn’t understand a word he was saying.

He crawled over me, his grip on my wrist forcing my hand to move with him. Then he set it back in the pillows beside the other one.

His lips brushed my cheek as he pressed his mouth to my ear. “ My tongue , Lily.”

He nuzzled my jaw, his body not fully touching mine as he balanced his weight on his hands, which he’d placed on the bed on either side of my head.

“Your pleasure doesn’t matter to society,” he continued, his nose skimming my cheekbone. “Only my pleasure matters, according to your classes. But as I told you in the shower, those courses were not designed with my wants and needs in mind.”

I swallowed, his erratic behavior giving me whiplash.

“You’re so wet, little flower. You’re begging for rapture.” His words were almost reverent. “You denied my request and voiced your own. That is what I want. That is behavior I’ll reward.”