Page 21 of Ink Sworn (Greatdrakes #3 | The Fae Universe #24)

Y elena made a flicking gesture with her fingers, and Valentine was pulled backward through the open door of her bed chamber. She followed behind him, her power lighting up the candles in the room.

Valentine was pressed with his back to the bed's headboard. The silver chains were keeping his arms raised and anchored to the wall. His expression promised revenge, and it sent a dark thrill through her.

"You think these chains are going to bother me, baby girl?" he asked, soft and mocking.

Yelena smiled. "I'm sure you could figure out how to break free if you really wanted to."

"I don't want to. I had one brother shift into a dragon while having sex, so it's better to keep these on," Valentine replied.

The predator in Yelena liked to see him all bound and helpless so that she could do whatever she liked to him.

"Why is that? Afraid you're going to lose some of that precious control of yours?" she asked sweetly .

"I…" Valentine stopped talking as she pulled on the tie of her shirt, letting it fall to the floor.

With every step toward the bed, another piece came off. Valentine's arms strained against the chains, making her laugh. Power slid up her body, unravelling her braid. Her hair streamed around her on unseen currents as she crawled up the bed toward him.

If he could burn someone alive with a look alone, Yelena would have been nothing but ashes.

"Take advantage while you can, baby girl, because when I get free…" he growled.

"We will see how long you can think about magic," she replied, and her hand closed around his ankle. "And stay very still."

Valentine stilled as her magic slid over his skin. He wasn't scared. He was watchful. With a soft rip of fabric, her power shredded his pants.

"I'm so glad that you got your precision back so quickly, or that could have ended badly," he said with a soft laugh.

Yelena stroked her fingers up his legs, noticing the tattoos on his thighs but not letting them distract her from exploring. She grabbed the first tie of his shirt and pulled it loose.

"This might just be the best present I have ever unwrapped," she said, pulling one side open and then the other.

She took a moment to slide her fingers over the ink and muscles, delighted by every dip and the soft heat of his skin.

She was already wet just being so close and touching him finally.

She wanted to kiss and bite him all over.

"So fucking beautiful," she growled, her nails digging into him, making him hiss. She bent her head and licked over his nipple and then the other. There was a tug of his magic at the chains.

"No, no, none of that, my sorcerer," she said, and her hand dropped to wrap around his dick. His skin was soft and so hot there that she squeezed just to feel the weight of him in her hand .

" Fuck ," Valentine groaned, the attack on the chains disappearing.

Yelena licked up his neck, her hand stroking him. "You can always tell me to stop."

"Not a chance in hell." Valentine looked furious and aroused all at once. Yelena kissed him, her soft breasts rubbing against his hard chest. Valentine's teeth dug into her bottom lip, making her growl and then kiss him harder. "Fuck me, baby girl. Stop playing."

Yelena smiled. "Thank you for the suggestion, but I have other ideas."

"Don't make me bust out of these chains," he warned.

"You are welcome to try." Yelena moved back on the bed and licked the end of his perfect dick.

Valentine swore in a language she didn't know. She took it as a good sign and slid her tongue down one side. The scent of him was strongest there, making her dragon growl with happiness.

Yelena licked up the other side of him before taking him in her mouth. He was too big to suck all the way, but it didn't stop her from trying. He tasted so good, like magic and darkness and sex.

"Dark gods, your mouth looks way too sweet to feel like that," Valentine gasped, his hips lifting to chase her. "You going to touch that pretty cunt for me?"

Yelena wanted to be in charge, but she was aching and wet.

His eyes were burning as they watched her slide her new silver hand over her breast, teasing her nipple, before drifting down her thigh.

The metal felt cool and decadent on her overheated skin.

It slipped through her wetness, making her moan around his cock.

"That's it, baby girl. Does my gift to you feel good?" Valentine asked breathlessly.

Yelena lifted her mouth from him and admitted, "Feels so good."

"Let me see," he begged .

Yelena was tempted to deny him, but decided it would be more fun to tease him. She lay back and pressed one foot to his shoulder, pushing back against the headboard.

He snarled wordlessly, his eyes staring at her pussy as she stroked herself for him. She had never been so bold with any other lover. Nothing would ever be like a normal experience with him, and it thrilled her.

"Fuck, Yelena. You are so fucking gorgeous. I'm going to make such a mess of all that perfection," Valentine growled, straining against the chains.

Yelena cupped and teased her breasts with her other hand. "I'm going to make a mess of you first," she vowed and slid two silver fingers inside of her. She moaned, the slick stretch feeling so fucking good. "Do you like watching me fuck myself with these fingers you crafted so carefully?"

" Yes ." Valentine groaned, sounding pained. "Get that cunt wet and ready for me. Make yourself come so I can see."

Heat was streaking through Yelena's veins, his words wrecking all her teasing intentions. She was so close. The firm slide of the silver inside her felt so good. She licked the fingers of her other hand and dropped them to tease her clit.

"Valentine…" she whispered, looking up into his eyes.

He looked at her so possessively that tiny shocks sparked under her skin. "Don't stop. You're so close, I can smell it. Loosen these chains, and I'll lick your pretty cunt until you come on my tongue."

"No…" Yelena moaned.

His answering snarl of outrage had lights bursting behind her eyes, and she came with a strangled cry.

Valentine's magic started attacking the chains, thinking she was distracted. She laughed, and her magic knocked his away.

"You are going to pay for that," he hissed .

Yelena lowered her foot and sat up, straddling him. "Hush now," she said and pressed her wet silver fingers into his mouth.

His eyes flashed with pure, feral dragon. They went wide as she slowly sank down on his dick. She was so wet that he met no resistance, and they both groaned.

Yelena's fingers dropped from his mouth, and she rested her head against his chest, overwhelmed by the feeling of him. She didn't register his magic until the chains snapped, and his arms came around her. Her gasp of outrage was silenced by his hot mouth crashing down on hers.

"My turn to play some fucking games," he snarled.

His hands gripped her ass roughly and dragged her up and down his dick. Yelena's hands dug into his chest so hard that the nails on her real hand drew blood.

Valentine only smiled wider and fucked her harder. "Scratch and bite me as much as you want. Mark me up, baby girl."

Yelena licked the scratches, the taste of his blood making her wild. She sank her teeth in. Valentine made a sound between a groan and a growl and pushed her onto her back. Yelena's breathless laugh turned into a gasp as he lifted her hips and slammed into her.

"Knew this tight cunt would be as perfect as the rest of you. It was just made to take my cock," Valentine panted, his body all lean muscles and power above her. Yelena would never get over the sight of him. His eyes were glowing, his dragon as close to the surface as hers was.

"There you are," she said in triumph. The strength of the dragon filled her, and she rolled, pinning Valentine on his back. Her hand tightened around his throat, and she purred, "Hello, my dark one."

" Mine ," the dragon snarled out of Valentine's mouth. One of his hands gripped her breast, squeezing hard, the other moving to her clit. " Claim me. "

"Not… Not without Valentine's permission," she gasped. She kept one hand around his throat, the other gripping his chest for balance as she drove herself down on him, over and over.

"Yelena," Valentine groaned, gaining control of his mouth again. "Need to feel you come. Need…"

Yelena leaned down, her hair falling around them. "Come with me, Valentine. I want you to fill me up."

"Fuck, I…" He grabbed her face and kissed her without finishing the sentence.

Yelena's pussy gripped him, and he swallowed her scream as her orgasm tore through her like a wildfire. Valentine held onto her as his hips lifted, and his body shuddered. Her name was a helpless plea on his lips as he came seconds later.

Yelena collapsed on top of him, their hearts and breath syncing and racing together. His fingers trailed down her back, and when she thought he would roll her off him, he only held her tighter.