Page 98 of Horns of Wicked Ebony (Deathcaller Duet #2)

“Yes, sir,” they said, saluting us before racing away. I shot them a devious smile as he flung one of the doors open and then set me on my feet inside. With more force than necessary, he slammed it closed.

The barest of fires flickered in the hearth, but it was more than enough to witness the dark expression on my mate’s face. With a hungry, predatory gaze, he devoured every inch of me. I took a step back as he approached, kept going as his pace quickened. My knees buckled, and then I was sitting.

A glance behind me told me it was the chair Rokath had built for me.

Rokath braced his hands on the arms, towering over me with a wicked glint in his eye.

“Once these clothes are off you, I’m going to start our new year off right.

Between your thighs. On this throne. When the war is over, you will sit beside me and accept their surrender with the ultimate fuck you right in their faces. ”

My breath hitched as my center wept.

Rokath’s bone chair, like mine, was meant to intimidate. Meant to break the Angels before they even knelt. But tonight, we’d imbue mine with a different kind of power.

“Now start unlacing that top so I can worship the damning body the Fates gave you.”

He shoved off, taking the heat of him away. Instead of obeying, I uttered two words that always yanked on his animalistic instincts.

“Make me.”

His nostrils flared, along with divine dark desire down our bond. Then, his lips curved into a sinful smirk. “Oh, little imposter, I will.”

Ice shattered through my veins as his magic swept out of him like an inferno, binding me to the throne of bones.

He twisted his fingers, directing tendrils to tug at the laces while others slipped beneath my clothes and caressed my bare skin.

Another wrapped around my throat, cutting off the tiniest sip of air.

Strands brushed against my core. A whimper escaped me at the kiss of them between my thighs.

“Do you want to bow to my will now?” he crooned, curling his fingers into his palm. His magic did the same against my center.

“Never,” I swore, knowing I was pushing his limits. But the fire that sparked inside me, filling my core to the brim, told me it was more than worth it. I loved nothing more than this battle with him.

He came closer, crouching so his knees were level with mine.

I stared into those riotous burgundy eyes, the swirl of challenge and domination in them making me drip .

“You said I should beg for your forgiveness for spying on you. I think you should beg for my forgiveness for disobeying a direct order.”

Planting a hand on either one of my legs, he spread them wider. His shadows pooled around my core, continuing to stroke there. The ache was madness, yet I could do nothing to stop it. He was giving me just enough to fan the flames of my desire without dousing them completely.

“And what order was that?” I panted.

“Removing your clothes.” His words were all raspy gravel. “Now beg and then do as you are told.”

I rolled my lips together, planning on a final protest, when his magic ceased moving altogether. “Please.” The word slipped out before I could stop it. He was far too skilled in melting me with his commands and caresses.

“Please, what?”

“Please forgive me for not listening the first time,” I whimpered, straining against his hold. The shadows shackling my hands loosened. I wasted no time grasping the edges of the laces they’d begun to undo. In moments, my jacket hung loose, revealing my bare breasts.

Rokath let out a low, masculine groan. “Didn’t dress fully, little imposter?”

“Around you, it’s nearly impossible to keep all my clothes on,” I quipped, lips curving into a smile.

More of his power drifted away, and he reached for my shoulders, sliding the fabric off me and tossing it to the side. Without waiting, he cupped them, then brought one of my hard nipples to his mouth. Sucking harshly, he tore a cry from my lips.

“Quietly, tonight. This moment is just for us, Assyria.”

“Yes,” I told him, gritting my teeth as he did the same on the other side. A low hiss swept through them instead, and a rumble of approval vibrated in his chest. While he worked over my breasts, I undid the laces at the top of my pants.

Barely releasing me, he lifted me off the seat and yanked them clean off my legs, leaving me completely naked. Kneeling between my thighs, he stared at my glistening center like it was a holy fountain.

“Always so fucking wet for me,” he ground out, hands moving to part my thighs. He dug into the muscles there, kneading and pulling a low groan from me. “Tell me, Assyria. What makes your pretty pussy weep the most?”

“When you say things like that,” I rasped as his face drifted closer. “When you use your shadows to bend me to your will.” His hot breath ghosted across my core before he planted a kiss so, so high on my inner thigh. “When we fight first. With words or physically.”

His tongue swept out along the seam of my leg, so close and so fucking far from where I wanted him to be. I removed my hands from the chair and dug my nails into the tattoos on the back of his scalp, trying to direct him to put his lips on me .

He resisted me, huffing a laugh against my center. “Your challenge gets me so fucking hard.” In one smooth motion, he rose, and my hands fell to the thick length of him straining against his pants. “Keep stroking me.”

I did, staring up at him as he worked over the buttons of his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing the torso sculpted from the craggy Skala Mountains.

The muscles in his abdomen flexed, drawing my attention to the delicious V that pointed straight to where I touched him.

His cock throbbed against my hand, and I reached for the ties of his pants, giving them a tug.

“Take out my cock, little imposter,” he murmured, his burgundy eyes igniting with dark hunger.

I didn’t hesitate to obey. When it sprang free, my mouth watered at the sight. His dick pulsed—glistening, flushed, swollen—with the promise of the pleasure it would deliver. I leaned back, easing my legs open and letting the firelight glint off of the slickness between them.

Rokath shucked off his boots, baring himself to me. Wrapping a strong hand around his thick cock, he stroked up and down, up and down, as he venerated the vision beneath him. I had to bite my lip to stifle a groan at the sight.

“So. Fucking. Gorgeous. I don’t even need you to touch yourself to ensure my dick will fit in that perfect cunt. You’re slick enough already.”

“Then get inside me,” I pleaded, the heat of his gaze more than enough to wind me tight enough to snap.

“Ask nicely,” he shot back, making my core clench.

Popping out my lower lip and batting my lashes, I did. “Please, master. I want you to fill me.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes closing. More arousal dripped from the crown. “You have no idea what that does to me.”

The primal desire sweeping down our bond afforded me a hint of understanding.

That need expanded as he stepped closer.

A log cracked and popped in the fire, but it didn’t shatter our moment.

It was merely background noise, melting away with the rest of the world as he knelt and yanked me to the edge of the seat.

At this angle, his hardness was the perfect height to enter me.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded, and I dug my nails into his shoulders to steady myself as I held his gaze.

Then, he pushed inside me. Slowly. Excruciatingly. To the point I wasn’t above calling him master again simply so he’d give me all of his thick length.

“Rokath,” I breathed, his name like a plea and a prayer.

“Assyria,” he returned, his tone like honed worship. He reached up, brushing the back of his knuckles across my cheek. “My perfect fucking mate.”

He seated himself to the hilt, and my arms trembled from holding myself so still.

One hand slid to my lower back, while the other went to the leather tying my braid.

He tugged it, letting my dark hair cascade free with a few shakes of his fingers through it.

“That’s better. I love seeing it unbound while I fuck you. ”

The ends tickled my skin, eliciting a small gasp.

Rokath moved again, dragging himself out to the tip.

A shudder wracked my frame as he slid all the way in again.

He repeated the motion, collapsing my entire world to the place where we joined, the slow glide of him inside me, and the savage devotion in his eyes.

“My protector,” I intoned as he withdrew.

“My Halálhívó,” I whimpered as he bottomed out.

“My mate,” I breathed as he arched my back, sinking even deeper inside me.

“Mine,” I whispered as I looped my arms behind his neck and dragged myself closer .

Our lips met in a passionate kiss, all tongue and slow movement, savoring each other like we had an eternity. Lost in the embrace like adventurers out at sea, his thrusts maintained a steady rhythm, rolling with the tide of our pleasure.

The way his arms tightened around me, holding me like I was a precious weapon, coupled with the utter adoration sweeping down our bond, had pleasure building to a pyre inside me. Arousal drenched my thighs, and my breath came in ragged, battling for space in the moments our lips didn’t join.

He broke our kiss and pressed his forehead to mine, forcing me to look deep into his eyes. “This year, you are all mine. You will belong to no one else. It is the first year of the rest of our lives.”

“Yes,” I agreed, arching into him, wanting to feel him against every nerve inside me.

His cock throbbed, only serving to increase the tension coiling in my core.

“You’ll finish this throne for me. We’ll win this war.

Then, we’ll return to Stryi so you can show me exactly how no one else should ever have had me. ”

A wicked groan reverberated against his ribs. “Nothing gets me harder than when you talk like that.”

To prove his point, he speared into me with breath-stealing force. I felt him along every inch of my center. “Except for maybe when you direct that fire my way.”

Gripping me to him, he stood and flipped us so I straddled him on the throne. “Ride me like you’re claiming your vengeance. Make a fucking mess all over the bones of those who dared lay a hand on you.”

My pussy constricted around him, eliciting another primal sound from his throat.

“Just like that. Let your cunt squeeze out every last drop from me.”

I worked my hips, sliding along his length, dragging my clit over his cut abdominals to give myself the extra friction I needed. Rokath’s biceps flexed as he guided me up and down. Despite the cold, sweat dripped down my spine.

With each pass, my core tightened, until I was mere moments away from shattering. Pants mingled with whimpers, but I smothered them with teeth digging into my bottom lip.

After all, this moment was for us. To align with what was to come. To become one, as we were always meant to be.

“I love you,” I gasped out as the remnants of my breath fled.

Then, ecstasy blazed through my veins. My spine arched.

My core fluttered. Stars danced in my vision like we were still outside on the roof.

Rokath didn’t stop dragging me up and down, even as my arms and legs gave out from the force of my orgasm.

He gritted his teeth, our eyes still locked.

“Fuck, I love you, Assyria. I never thought I’d be capable of it.

But I’m finding, with you, I can do anything.

” His dick throbbed, sending a final spark of pleasure through me.

A whimper clawed up my throat as he pulled out, settling me on his thighs while he squirted his cum all over his stomach and the chair beneath us.

It had barely stopped before he tugged me against his chest, smoothing my hair and whispering words of adoration and praise. My eyes were heavy, and I let them close as I listened to the steady beat of his heart.

Before I knew it, I was back in our bed with him curled around me. The soft dawn whispered through our window, bleeding light over our bodies. It was the first day of the year—but the last before war demanded its toll.