Page 88 of Horns of Wicked Ebony (Deathcaller Duet #2)

R okath’s fingers trembled against my skin as he stripped me—not with hesitation, but with desperate need sharpened by war. Here, with no knowledge of where the Angels were, every moment was danger. Every heartbeat could be our last. Every detractor could spell our death.

Leather fell away, leaving only my breasts and core covered. A shiver swept through me, and I bowed into him, seeking the heat of his skin. To remind me he was still here. Still breathing. Still with me.

His lips pressed into my neck, hot and wet. Sharp teeth trailed across my pulse point, eliciting a hiss. “You are my sacred fire. Born to wage war beside me. To live as a legend with me.”

He nipped there, and I dug my hands into the sweaty, carved muscles of his torso.

The dark ink flexed and bunched as he wrapped his arms around me and backed me into the wall, bumping into a dresser in the process.

I didn’t even feel the collision when all I could think about was Rokath’s mouth on me.

A low groan escaped him as I reached down and wrapped my hand around his thick length .

“I love when you defend me like that,” I breathed, giving his hardness a firm stroke.

“I promised I’d always protect you, mate. That is what I intend to do. In the most violent way possible.” One of his tattooed hands wrapped around my neck, applying just enough pressure to keep me pinned in place. Those riotous burgundy eyes lifted to meet mine, offering me his savage devotion.

My blood and our bond thrummed at the sight.

“It’s been far too long since you chased me,” I gasped around his hold.

“It has,” he agreed. “Unfortunately, there’s nowhere for us to go here.

” He crowded me until our bodies were entirely flush.

Bracing his forearms on either side of my head, he leaned down and whispered in my ear.

“But you can fight me. I’ll wrangle you with my shadows.

Force you into the position I want you to be in.

Use your mouth before I ruin you over and over again with my cock. You’ll be utterly at my mercy.”

Heat bloomed between my thighs at the image he painted for me. “What are you waiting for, Rokath ?” I landed the taunt like a well-placed strike. Darkness surged from my palms at the same time and collided with his torso.

My mate stumbled back, a wicked smirk rising to his lips. The sight of it sent ice skittering down my spine.

His magic swept from him like he commanded the night, veiling the room in obsidian. Heart hammering against my ribs, I shimmied to my right, keeping my steps light. The wisps undulated, and Rokath emerged from between them. I wasted no time ducking under him and out of his reach.

Once again, I disappeared. Yet so did he. Our room morphed into a void, disorienting me.

“My little imposter.” Rokath’s voice seemed to come from multiple directions at once. “You’ll never escape me. ”

“Watch me,” I quipped, the thrill of our play racing through my veins.

A thump sounded to my right, and I lunged left. Onyx smoke whispered in my ear. I called on my own power and flung it in all directions. Wood splintered, and he cursed. I smashed my lips together to smother the smile. Easing my way backward, I searched for the entry to the bathing chamber.

The stone gave way and I slipped around the corner, back hugging the cool surface.

Our bond tightened as he approached again, loving our game as much as us.

Obsidian pooled in the entryway as I set a trap for my mate.

The heady taste of power coated my tongue.

While Rokath normally claimed the upper hand in our relationship, my control had improved significantly.

And tricking him was far too fun to pass up.

Primal need scorched our connection. Two sniffs sliced through the thick black fog as if he were searching for my scent. “It’s almost as if you wanted me to catch you so easily.”

Yet as he took another step, I tightened my fist. His heavy boots snapped to the floor. A low, sinister laugh that raised the hairs on the back of my neck followed. “Is that the best you’ve got?”

In a blink, the void dissipated. Midday sun filtered through the windows behind me, momentarily blinding me. “I’m almost disappointed.”

A smirk adorned his ruggedly handsome face. His eyes mapped our close proximity like it was a battlefield.

“Don’t be.” A similar grin pulled at my lips. I yanked on my magic like I was tugging a rug out from beneath a piece of furniture. He stumbled, shadows leaping from his hands to right himself, but I was already shimmying past him and into the bedchamber.

His footsteps pounded behind me. I whipped around, his body a blur of ink. We crashed into the dresser a second later, splintering it to pieces. “So devious, little imposter. I fucking love it.”

Our mouths met like a storm breaking open, all flashing teeth and thundering tongues. A metallic tang swept between us as I bit his lip. He groaned, the sound so masculine that wetness dripped from me. A second later, he was cupping there.

“This needs to go,” he decided, ripping the fabric covering my center away with one strong motion. The bite from the fabric stung, only heightening my pleasure.

“This too,” he added, shredding the bind around my breasts with the same ferocity.

Cold air ghosted over my nipples for only a moment before his hot mouth replaced it. A wanton cry caught in my throat. I dug my nails into his shoulders to steady myself against his onslaught. Broken wood scattered around us, and the last thing I wanted was to impale my foot.

As if he sensed the direction of my thoughts, Rokath hoisted me up his body and carried me to the desk. It sat haphazardly away from the wall, and I realized that was what I’d thrown him into before.

He didn’t bother straightening it as he laid me out on the top like it was an altar and he was preparing to worship. Our mouths tangled again as he worked his belt loose. When his cock sprang free, it slapped hot against my thigh.

Rokath broke our kiss, leaving me breathless. Onyx thorns wrapped around his arms, and before I could react, they leaped forward and captured me in their hold. Like I was nothing more than a puppet, he spun me so I was on my back with my head hanging off the end of the desk.

Rokath rounded it, his dick bobbing with each step. His magic moved, shackling me in place. But ebony snaked over my skin, eliciting another cascade of pebbles. Up my inner thighs they swept, and involuntarily, I pressed them together. Rokath’s power shoved them apart.

His burgundy eyes raked over me like he was a male starving. Fisting himself, he pumped once, twice, three times. My attention snagged on the arousal leaking from the tip and dropping on the floor. “Open wide. I’m going to ruin that smart mouth of yours.”

I flattened my lips in defiance. Darkness flashed in his eyes, and my core clenched. More of his magic wrapped around my legs, squeezing tighter. “Is this the game you want to play?”

I nodded—a pure, unquestionable challenge. He’d have to earn my mouth. My body. My everything. Not because he commanded me, but because I chose to be his.

He’d win his opportunity to claim, and after, he’d fall to his knees in worship.

His hardness brushed against the seam of my lips. “Then let’s play.”

Shadow crept higher, higher, higher, until it vibrated a breath away from my slick heat. The gentle touch of it was driving me wild. I thrashed against the binds again, trying to relieve the ache building there.

Then, like Rokath himself were between them, the cold, black smoke caressed my clit. A gasp fled my lips before I could stop it, and Rokath leaped on his opening. The first thick inch of him pressed into my mouth. Then the second.

“Good girl,” he praised, his magic continuing to ghost over my center.

A whimper slipped out as the tip hit the back of my throat. Yet this angle was better than others, and I didn’t gag quite as hard as I normally did.

“That’s it,” Rokath growled, bracing his hands on either side of my head. “Take it all.”

He thrust again, then dragged out to the crown before repeating the motion. Our eyes locked on where we joined as he quickened his pace, using my mouth just as he’d promised. His power kept me coiled, offering a mix of featherlight brushes across my center and tight binds around my arms and legs.

I couldn’t silence the sounds I made, which only seemed to spur him on. “I’m going to come in your mouth, and you’re going to swallow all of me,” he gritted out, his abs flexing. “Tap the table twice if you understand.”

A tendril of his magic loosened, allowing me to do just that.

His hips jerked harder, and he went deeper still.

I dragged in a breath through my nose, growing dizzy from the lack of air.

Then, he buried himself completely, and jets of hot cum spilled down my throat.

“Fuck, Assyria,” Rokath groaned, body trembling.

He withdrew, allowing me to swallow. Darkness dissipated, and I pushed upright. Holding his gaze, I licked my lips. His nostrils flared, and a muscle feathered in his jaw at the sight.

“Spread those pretty legs for me,” he commanded.

Offering him a saccharine smile, I did just that.

“So. Fucking. Wet,” he praised, eyes locked on my core. He stepped forward, his dick still engorged and hard. Planting a hand on either thigh, he opened me further. His thumbs swiped through my arousal. One he ground into my clit, rubbing a slow, torturous circle.

“Rokath,” I mewled, bucking into his hand.

“Do you like that, little imposter?”

I nodded, eyes rolling back as he added a finger. “How about that?”

“Yes,” I whimpered. “But I’d like another too.”

“Would you?” he rasped. “I didn’t hear much of a request in that statement.”

“Please add another finger.” My center pulsed around the one already inside me.

“Good,” he praised, giving me what I asked for. It still wasn’t enough.