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Silas

A fter making a few calls, the lad had gone off to gather the necessary items we’d need to infiltrate the Dark Fae Society. It wouldn’t take long, so I didn’t feel bad for relying on him again. My bird needed me, and I wouldn’t leave her unless there wasn’t any other choice.

I slipped back into the bedroom like a ghost and caught sight of the slumbering beauty on the bed. Her hair was strewn around her head like a halo, half on my pillow and half on hers. I’d blocked out the sun before leaving.

She hadn’t moved much since I escaped to chat with the lad earlier on in the day and been fast asleep since our little middle- of-the-night revelation.

She’d barely stirred in my arms all night, only repositioning a little when I begrudgingly left the bed to update the lad and narrow down plans for our little skip and hop through their home territory.

I’d leave her to it if it wasn’t important we got a move on. It’d already been half a day, and the saucy bird would never forgive me for letting her sleep.

Last night had been full of unfortunate revelations.

Nika would stop at nothing to get answers.

Suppose it was a case of like father, like daughter.

Nika had already put pieces together most would spend weeks trying to understand.

My quick-witted Soul Collector would let no one and nothing stand in her way.

I might be a notorious assassin, but she was a bleeding legend, and I knew better than anyone not to get in her way.

Nika had only gone to bed on the promise I’d wake her at a decent hour. Decent had slipped by a few hours ago, but she’d forgive it as long as we didn’t lose the entire day. Despite what the gorgeous nymph might think, she did, in fact, require sleep like the rest of us.

Tossing off my shirt, an evil grin played across my lips as I snuck under the covers and shouldered my way between her legs.

I kissed a trail up one, then dropped a few on her naked stomach.

She’d only worn a pair of shorts and tank top, both easy enough to remove.

My fingers slipped under one side of her shorts, getting a good handful of her squeezable bum.

Nika’s hips moved before resettling. I froze, waiting for a strike I no doubt deserved, but then a sleepy sigh whooshed out of her and she relaxed.

Still deep in dreamland.

I, the blubbering troll, reveled in the stolen moments where her heat merged with mine. It was a secret only I knew about when I touched her like this, under the cover of darkness, in a room with just the two of us. In these little moments, the looming danger didn’t exist.

Pulling the fabric aside, I dipped my tongue into her soft folds and swept the length of her sweet opening.

The sleeping rebel gasped, hips rolling in surprise.

I licked two fingers and slid them inside, while my tongue tortured her clit.

It wasn’t minutes before Nika’s waist chased the pleasure, seeking more of it, coaxing my fingers to go deeper.

The whispered exhale of her breath, the tantalizing roll of her waist, the flood against my tongue—it was fucking brilliant, it was. My rebel was at her loveliest when she let go and gave into her urges.

The blanket came away, and her hand reached down for my head so she could tangle her little fingers in my hair. My cock throbbed, weak to her touch the same way she was mine.

“Why can’t you ever just wake me up normally?” she complained, gasping when my tongue moved faster to pleasure her.

I smiled and flicked an impish look up at her through the tunnel of blankets. “This is normal, love. Don’t mix me up with some other undeserving gobshite. My girl will never wake up any other way.”

Her head flew back as I sucked harder and drove my fingers in deeper.

Moans carried out of her mouth like the dam had broken and she couldn’t keep them anymore.

The fingers in my hair tightened and her thighs quivered.

She was close. I wouldn’t have mercy. My day didn’t start until my rebel was screaming my name in pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Silas!” she groaned, hips pressing down on my mouth. Her powerful thighs clamped like a vise on both sides of my head, and if a bloke wasn’t careful, it might be the last thing he ever did.

Worth it.

She arched off the bed, and I lapped up every morsel of her pleasure as she rode out her orgasm.

When she collapsed with a soft huff, I dropped one last kiss on her sweet cunt and then laid out next to her with a triumphant grin.

I made sure she was watching when I wiped my mouth with a thumb and sucked off the remnants of my favorite breakfast.

“Morning, love.”

“Is it, really?”

“Is it really, what, my sweet goddess?”

“Morning?”

Bollocks.

“For you it is.” I stole a kiss in hopes she’d forget how I promised a decent hour.

She leveled a glare on me and slid off the bed with a little shake of her head, thoroughly chastising my brazen attempt to talk around the subject. My smile faded, and I offered my hard knob a pitying look.

Looks like it’s just our hand today, little buddy.

Me and this little trouser dweller were never really satisfied.

I’d had her for hours before I finally let her sleep.

I didn’t have any business being this stiff after all I’d done, but what was a bloke supposed to do when he tasted the sweet nectar of a goddess?

I was doomed to pine for another taste every minute of every day until death took me.

And not anytime soon, have it my way.

I watched her go around the bed, expecting her to dress for the day, but she didn’t. My jaw fell open as she tossed off her shirt and toed out of her shorts. Taunting me with a devious smile, she unhooked her bra and dragged her thong down in full view of my greedy gaze.

The curves alone on this blue-eyed vixen were enough to render a bastard speechless. Words would never come close to highlighting the pure eroticism and lethality this woman struck with nothing but a sly grin and come-hither glance.

Nika was the most beautiful woman in existence.

Naked and encased in shadow, she crawled onto the bed like a bloody fantasy come to life.

And for a second, I wasn’t sure if I’d nodded off.

This couldn’t be anything but a fever dream my brain concocted to taunt me.

Or maybe I’d died somewhere along the way and been sent to my happily ever After.

But as the seductress straddled my hips, hovering over me with her luscious body on display, claws cutting moon shapes into my pecs, I quickly realized I was wide awake.

I tried to speak, but her magic slid across my mouth and rendered the words I tried to say unintelligible. Pink slithered across my body, just as seductive as the vixen now perched on top of me. It wrapped around my wrists and ankles before tightly binding them to the bedposts.

Fuck me, when had my bird learned how to use her magic to restrain a hapless sod like me?

No. More importantly, just who did she practice on?

It better not be the lad. He was a good kid, and I liked him more than I’d ever admit, but I’d destroy the cute bugger if I found out he let her practice on him.

I was petty, and I didn’t care if she knew it.

My heart thundered inside my chest as Nika bent her head low and whispered next to my ear. “My turn, mercenary. How does it feel to be at my mercy?”

I couldn’t help the wild groan that fled me.

The jealousy that had twisted my thoughts swiftly morphed to desperate need.

I wanted nothing more than for this naughty rebel to take me hostage and do whatever she pleased.

Best believe only she could ever claim this sort of power over an infamous assassin like myself.

Anyone else would be dead on their feet before they came close to the bed.

Biting my ear, her magic swept out to steal the clothes off my body and dropped them in a pile on the floor. I was stripped down to nothing, on display to my sultry rebel.

The muscles along my chest contracted and rippled as she ran her hand along them, but that was all she did.

She didn’t touch me more than a little, and I strained against the magic holding me.

She clicked her tongue in admonishment and another burst of her magic dashed out to reinforce the binds holding me to the bed.

“Be good and stay still,” she commanded, and another desperate groan rumbled inside my chest.

Lilith’s tits, this woman brought out the absolute beast in me.

I might be struggling to touch her, but my overactive knob was all too happy to be part of whatever she had planned.

Hell, all things considered, so was I. I’d never been strung up to a bed before.

I’d never been on the other side of bondage.

I hadn’t expected the thrill it gave me to let her take control, the lucky numpty who got to be her plaything.

I’d made it my mission never to be at the mercy of another person, but she was different. Nika could ask anything of me, and if it was within my power to do, I’d do it.

“You look good tied up, mercenary,” she purred, biting her lower lip with a feisty stare that made my cock agonizingly hard. “I think I get it now, why you like it so much. It’s like besting your equal in a fight, right?”

Gods. Her sultry voice whispering nothing but cheeky taunts went straight to my knob every time. I couldn’t be harder. It was bleeding painful, it was. Bold and beautiful? Even the great Shimmering Assassin was beat.

She collected her hair and tied it up so it didn’t fall into her view. The icy blues that enslaved me to her from the very moment we met trailed down my chest in open appreciation, and my cock jumped behind her.

It didn’t feel too bad being appraised, if I were honest. I quite liked it.

It was as though my bird was taking her time to decide what to do with me and how to do it.

It agitated my pulse to think of all the things the devious little rebel would come up with.

She was a clever minx. She’d have me begging by the end.

Leaning forward, Nika licked a path from ear to pec, circling my nipple with her tongue.

I sucked in a sharp breath as she latched on and tugged.

My bird could be feisty, yeah. Grunting, I tried to move, but she punished me with another painful nip.

The slick between her legs coated my stomach as she continued her downward assault.

For fuck’s sake, I’d give anything to taste that sweet cunt again. She was so wet. My rebel was enjoying the power she had over me.

It was torture to see the luscious curves of her body, the perfect round of her breasts, the eye-catching tattoos scattered across her pale flesh, those strong thighs that had nearly done me in, and not be allowed to touch, taste, and savor.

Absolute. Fucking. Torture.

Her eyes caught mine as she bit her way down my stomach, coming within inches of my cock.

Which, as it were, was already shamelessly desperate for her attention.

Moving around it, she dragged out the torture—kissing, licking, and biting everywhere but there.

Her hot breath marked several spots along the way as she took her time teasing me.

The muscles in my stomach and chest had become stone in the ongoing battle I waged to hold back.

It wouldn’t take much to break this sort of magical hold, but I wouldn’t risk angering her. I’d be patient and let her have her fun. Because the reward of having her on top, taking control and seizing her own pleasure, would be worth every bit of suffering.

Another shaky breath left me when she slid between my open legs. I caught her gaze before she tucked stray hair behind her ear and bent forward. Without waiting, she swirled her wicked tongue around the head of my cock and the perfect heat of her mouth racked my body with sensation.

“Bloody hell,” I groaned, the curse muffled behind a layer of her magic.