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“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he growled against the shell of my ear, his thumbs tracking back up my inner thighs and drawing so close to my core that I whimpered with need.

“From the first moment I set my gaze on you I’ve been plagued with fantasies of having you at my mercy like this.

Of bending your body to my will and making you gasp my name as you shatter for me. ”

“Big words, big man, but you’re all talk,” I breathed, pushing my body back against his.

“Is that so?” he growled, his stubble raking against the side of my throat again, and I gasped, the need in my body so potent that it was all I could do to keep hold of the bed post before me.

“Yes,” I exhaled, and in reply to my taunt, his fingers bunched in the fabric of the thin dress I wore, pushing it aside so that his hands could make true contact with my skin.

My nipples were aching, my body trembling, and as he dug his fingers into the flesh of my legs to push them further apart, I bit down on a plea.

“Do you like it gentle, spectre?” he asked, pressing against me harder, his cock driving against my ass, and I pushed back against him, wanting to feel every solid inch.

“Don’t ask stupid questions,” I replied while his fingers circled on the skin at the apex of my thighs, not quite touching me where I needed them, leaving me aching on the verge of pleasure.

I was so wet and he was so hard. It would be nothing at all for him to push me onto my hands and knees and bury himself within me.

In moments I could be screaming his name, begging for every inch, and I knew I’d come hard and fast within seconds because I had never wanted anyone to fuck me the way I was aching for him to in that moment.

Bastian’s fingers finally grazed my core, a noise of pure masculine pleasure rolling up the back of his throat as he felt for himself just how wet I was.

The barest hint of pressure flooded me with need, and he slowly circled my entrance with the tips of his fingers before moving them towards my throbbing clit.

“You are my most ruinous fantasy,” he told me.

“You’re like the sun drawing me to your orbit at all times, there is no light when you aren’t near, no joy outside of your company, no point to my existence at all.

You found me in the dark and set me free so that I could dedicate myself to worshipping you for all of time, and I want to spend every second I have making you feel just a fraction of the bliss you offer me with your mere existence.

Tell me you want me the same way, spectre, tell me you-”

“Matilda. Call her Matilda, not spectre,” Zayad barked, and my eyes snapped to the Fae who sat watching us, awareness returning to me. I felt the heaviness of his gifts, the insanity which he was encouraging with his lust.

Bastian didn’t even seem to have heard him, his teeth grazing my neck as he finally brushed my clit with his calloused fingers.

I could have screamed at the frustration I felt when I forced myself to push him back because it would take so very little to make me come and my body wanted it so fucking much.

But if I gave in, I knew we’d be lost to this lust and I wasn’t sure when we might wake from it if it took hold of us entirely.

Zayad’s eyes widened in surprise as I strode towards him purposefully, the cloud of lust which exuded from him making me appreciate every facet of his face and body alike, but I wasn’t going to fall prey to that power again now that I’d broken free of it.

He smiled lazily, tugging open his robe to reveal his hard cock, clearly thinking I was looking to enact some lust on him, but unfortunately for Zayad, I was better trained in the art of lust than even he was.

I reached out and took his face between my hands, a tumult of fantasies crashing into me and filling my mind with all the ways in which he planned to fuck both me and Bastian during our night of debauchery. Unfortunately for Zayad, his head was precisely where those fantasies were going to remain.

I took hold of the images and pushed them back at him, my gifts pouring from me as I captured him within them and made him not only see, but smell, taste and feel them too.

I backed up as he groaned loudly, my hands falling to my sides while he began to pump his hips up and down, his cock thrusting in and out of nothing at all, though clearly whatever he thought was happening was all too real for him.

Bastian’s hand closed around my arm and he whirled me towards him, his gaze fixed on my mouth, nothing but determination in his expression as he leaned down to claim a taste of my lips.

But before he could land that kiss, the lust Zayad had been aiming at us dissipated alongside a high-pitched groan of ecstasy which had me feeling anything but turned on.

I shoved Bastian back, shaking off the lingering ache in my body for that heady release and forcing myself to put some distance between us while he worked to catch up on what had just happened.

Zayad had come all over his own lap but was already hard again, sliding from his chair to start humping a cushion on the floor, panting the name Matilda over and over again.

“Take me in the ass while I plough her, Bear man,” he groaned, gripping his ass cheeks and parting them for what I guessed was fantasy Bastian.

“Are you still up for that or are we getting the fuck out of here?” I asked my Dragon, working to hide the flush from my skin and cover up the fact that if Zayad hadn’t interrupted us I likely would have been face first in the pillows on that bed right about now with Bastian sheathed to the hilt inside of me.

Which was definitely not something I wanted.

“Not up for that,” Bastian confirmed in a grunt, his eyes on Zayad, whose parted ass cheeks were waggling around in a most unappealing way.

I cleared my throat and Bastian ran a hand over his face before turning away from me and striding back to the abandoned jacket and boots he’d left by the bathing tub.

“I always fucking hated Sirens,” he growled and I decided not to comment on the fact that he was clearly still rock hard because I was so turned on that I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep again until I’d taken care of my needs by myself. Not that I would be thinking about him when I did so.

Zayad and the cushion were having a whale of a time on the floor and I couldn’t help but smirk at how well that little trick of mine was working.

When I’d practiced on Dalia, she’d been lost to it for an hour and I hadn’t pushed anywhere near as hard with her as I’d just done to Zayad.

Then again, I hadn’t left her to get all kinds of familiar with the soft furnishings either – the desire I’d worked on for her had been about flying on her windrider so she’d been lost in a daydream about the three of us speeding through the skies as one.

The smile fell from my lips and I moved to change back into the Flamebringer garb I’d taken from the outpost with the heaviness of my grief pressing down on me once more.

“What was that?” Bastian asked as I reached for my jacket and I flinched a little at his disturbance to my thoughts.

“What was what?” I asked coldly and he regarded me in silence for several beats before shaking his head and turning his attention back to lacing his boots.

Zayad’s groans and gasps of the fake name he’d given me punctured the silence and I pretended not to notice the naked Fae having the time of his life with an unsuspecting rug while leading the way towards the secret entrance.

I doubted anyone would disturb us tonight.

I didn’t want to risk being seen as we left and lose our head start on anyone inclined to pursue us.

If all went well, Zayad would never realise that he hadn’t fucked either of us and he wouldn’t be released from the fantasies I’d locked him in until he wore himself out and fell asleep.

Then he’d wake to find the two of us gone - which was no shocking turn of events when you paid for services of the night anyway.

Besides, I was willing to bet the fastest way to find his precious mines was through that secret door.

The payment for our services sat in a little satin bag on the nightstand and I pocketed it before reaching for my pack. Bastian beat me to it, hauling my bag over his shoulder and giving me a flat look in reply to the scowl I offered him as thanks.

“Fine,” I grumbled as I headed for the hidden door. “Be my pack mule then, captive, by all means make yourself useful.”

“‘Captive’ again now, am I?” Bastian drawled. “I don’t recall you calling me that while my hands were between your pretty thighs, spectre.”

I pulled the bookcase shut behind us and eyed the darkened passage it had deposited us in before leading the way on.

The walls were panelled and the dark tiled floor polished to a shine.

Faelights glimmered further down the path and I got the distinct impression that these passages were an open secret to those who worked here.

“Captive, prisoner, asshole, take your pick,” I agreed. “Besides, I don’t know why you’re complaining – aren’t I your sun, drawing you into my orbit at all times?”

“Curse that Siren,” Bastian growled.

“So you don’t deny it?” I taunted.

“Lust always did make a liar of me,” he said plainly.

Despite the fact I’d known his words were just sweet tales designed to draw me into his bed, fully fuelled by Zayad’s gifts, Bastian’s words shot straight through my chest and stung a deeply aching wound where my battered heart had once beat solidly for the lies of another pretty Stonebreaker.