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Purple Rain

Delores

I’m glad we got my broody mate to admit his parents hurt him.

Aubrey and I agreed that it would have made everything harder when we get to their clutch’s settlement.

Seething with rage clouds your judgment—something we’re both very aware of.

Rennie is mischievous and mopey at times, but usually he’s not the one overflowing with anger.

Though… I suppose now that we know the story of the Fae princess and his orchid, the mopeyness makes more sense than it used to.

He was marinating in guilt over something that wasn’t even true for centuries .

Once the big guy and I got him calmed down and his bags zipped, we brought my newest mate along to check in on the Khans.

Fitz was bopping around being his typical self, Felix was growling, and poor Chessie looked like he was going to tear his cute little topknot off his head.

Aubrey and I stepped in to help him while Rennie distracted the tigers, and eventually, that was done as well.

This will be the last dinner we’re going to have here for a while—and for once, it’s not because someone is pulling the strings to send me off to a new home.

Wiping my mouth, I look across the table at my adorable cheetah. “Chessie, this is delicious. What did you say it is, again?”

“Tocani??,” he says proudly. “It’s a stew made from meat and potatoes, and the bread is called M?m?lig?. I wanted to make Samale since it’s even more popular where we’re headed, but the packing took away from the time I would have needed to make the wraps.”

Fitz ladles another bowlful, licking his lips exaggeratedly. “It’s fucking delish, babe. Just what we need to get our energy back before our nighttime fun.”

I chuckle as he bobs his brows, reaching out to grab another piece of the cornmeal bread.

“We have to leave very early in the morning, Fitzy. I’m not sure it’s a good idea to stay up late getting freaky.

The car will be here just in time to speed us away to the train station, and I’ve been told they wait for no one. ”

Felix looks torn as he leans back in his chair.

His strict ‘brunch daddy’ persona makes him want to tell us we have to go to bed and be ready for the early AF wake-up call.

The kinky tiger boyfriend side of him wants to play just as bad as his twin.

I wink at him, letting him know I can follow his thoughts like they’re being broadcast into the air. “Well…”

“Having trouble deciding which you’d prefer?” Rennie says with a soft laugh. “You’re not alone, Raj. However, our petit lapin is correct about how jarring that alarm will be.”

Giving the elder twin a sour look, I shake my head. “Not for me and Mr. Morning Routine over there. He frequently has me running around before the sun is up. But I know the rest of you don’t have him dragging you out of bed to run laps with the bats, sooooo…”

The smug look on Felix’s face makes me want to rebel against his decision no matter what it is, and I know that’s probably counter-productive .

“I can’t help it, Princess. You’re booked to the gills during the school year, and we can’t slack on your training.

That’s why you were so fierce in your matches, remember?

” He pushes his longer, floppy hair out of his eyes with a slow grin.

“But you’re also cute when you’re pissed. It’s a win-win.”

That earns him a withering glare, and the others laugh as we have a mini-standoff over his anal retentive training rituals.

Chess finally coughs, then holds his hand up.

“I know you’re doing that stubborn thing you two love to do, but I have dessert.

It’s called papanasi, and I think you’ll all like it. ”

“Can I help you with the preparation, Chester?” Renard asks as he stands. “I’ll clear some plates while the others finish up.”

“That would be wonderful.”

As they work together, Felix and I continue to lock eyes.

His expression is patronizing, but not mean.

I know he’s trying to rile me up, and that’s so I decide that we all won’t be going to bed early.

If he gets me to demand it, then he isn’t the one giving in to the undisciplined lusty behavior.

I know exactly what my control freak tiger is hoping to achieve.

Unfortunately for him, I’m stubborn as fuck, and there’s no way I’m letting him claim victory this time.

“What did I say, Princess?”

My eyes flutter closed as I strain against the cuffs holding me to the headboard.

I’m trying not to disobey, but after the sexy sniping during dessert and the ten minutes he left me tied up alone?

It’s not exactly easy. My skin is on fire and with my ankles bound as well, I can’t even rub my thighs together for relief.

I’d glare at Felix defiantly, but I’m flat on my stomach facing away from where I sense him in the doorway.

That motherfucker won, of course, and claimed me as his prize for tonight, but he hasn’t laid a finger on me since he locked me down.

“You said I had to behave, Sir,” I grit out as I wiggle a bit against the comforter. Anything would be welcome at the moment; I’ve been panting through the fury and arousal of his ‘victory’ treat for way too long. “And I am.”

A loud crack splits the silence as leather hits my ass and I have to bite my lip to hold back the shriek.

Whatever that was hurt, but not so much that it wasn’t also…

pleasurable. More wetness escapes my clenching pussy as the sting radiates from my left cheek, and I growl softly.

Felix has spanked me before, and despite the recently unearthed memory of being violated by Abel, I assured him that I was okay to play rougher tonight.

He went over our boundaries—as always—before he chained me in place with these extremely well-made lined cuffs and I agreed that light punishment was kosher.

I just didn’t expect him to yeet out of the room and leave me wanting for an extended time while my body and brain sent me into overdrive.

Another smack on the right side brings me back to focus and I whimper as the matching marks make me arch my lower back in need.

I know he doesn’t believe me simply because he used his toy again, and that makes me conflicted about whether I should be truthful this time or get more swats.

What can I say? I like it rough when I consent to it, and Felix is the best Dom in the house.

“You’re not. paying. attention!” He growls as he alternates between both of my ass cheeks with every word. “Focus on me, Princess, or we’ll be up all night, and you’ll never get what you want.”

“I… I…” Blowing out a slow, steady breath to calm my raging libido, I pause so I can speak. “I’m sorry; I’m focusing now.”

“Sorry what?” he asks as he runs the soft leather up the inside of my leg slowly. Felix stops shy of where I need the most attention and I make a frustrated sound that gets a deep chuckle out of him.

I swallow hard, then murmur breathily, “I’m sorry, Sir .”

“Much better,” he practically purrs as the toy creeps a wee bit higher. “Now, tell me the truth. Were you being a bad little bunny or not?”

“Mmmm… I… um. I was. I moved too much, trying to get relief. I’m sorry.”

The admission actually feels good and I have no idea why.

I enjoy irritating and fighting Felix most of the time, but right now?

My eyes close and my entire body relaxes as I do what he asked.

It’s like I’ve completely lost all the tension and all I can feel is the hot pain and tingles from the swats while the rest of my frame is filling with warm, liquid desire.

Damn, he’s fucking good at this shit.

“I’ll bet you were. You’re used to having so many hands and dicks and tongues that you get to come over and over whenever you want.

This deprivation has to be driving you crazy.

” I feel the bed dip, and within seconds, he’s close enough for me to feel his breath on me.

“Let’s see just how needy you are after being denied, shall we? ”

Whimpering again as he stays away from me, I have to bite the comforter to keep from shuddering when the featherlight touch of the leather brushes between my legs. I let go of it when it withdraws, panting softly. “Very needy, Sir.”

The low moan he lets out tells me that I’m right. “Fuck, you taste so sweet, even when it’s not first hand. Do you know how beautiful you look like this?”

Shaking my head slightly, I rasp, “No, sir. But I want to look good for you—always.”

“Oh, this is a fucking dream come true, my feisty little rabbit.” His scent fills the air as he leans over my back, careful not to touch me as he murmurs, “I love to hunt you, but I like this even more. Seeing you captive, by choice, and responding to my every whim like a good girl? That is making my tiger want to burst free to take you himself.”

My eyes widen. Aubrey mentioned something like this, but none of the others have expressed a desire to shift while we’re having sex.

I believe my dragon when he says they probably all have that kink, and my bunny has her own thoughts.

But it feels so dangerously taboo that I don’t quite know how to parse it. “Is… Is that what you want?”

“At some point, Princess, but not tonight.” Felix moves away, and losing the warmth emanating from his body makes me pout.

I want him to touch me; I need him to touch me.

But the point of this is letting him control the narrative, so I have to stay in this malleable state.

“Raise your hips off of the bed and put that delicious ass in the air.”

Oh, now we’re talking—fuck yeah.

I wiggle until I get enough leverage to do so despite my bonds, balancing on my knees and chest for him. “Yes, Sir.”

“Your skin looks gorgeous with my marks on it,” he says as he brushes a palm over the places he struck. “Would you like more?”

“Yesssss… Yes, pleaseeee, Sir,” I hiss as I struggle not to push into his touch eagerly. I know he wants me to stay still unless told, and if I don’t do what he says, he’ll start at the beginning. Felix is nothing if not thorough—both inside and outside of the bedroom. “I want that.”

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs before a sharp smack hits my wet lips and I jerk forward against my cuffs with a moan. “Look at that… so responsive. My crop is covered in your juices now.”

The black leather is in front of my face within seconds, and I can see the evidence of my arousal covering it, just like he says. My nostrils fill with my own scent and I arch back a bit more to encourage him to continue, but he laughs.

“No, no. Lick it off. Taste yourself,” he rumbles as his shadow falls over the bed. He’s closer now, obviously wanting to see me follow the order. I stick my tongue out, licking the end of the crop quickly to clean it off. “ Fuck, Princess . That’s so. goddamn. hot .”

I’d love to disagree, but he’s right. Tasting myself is hot, and the sound of his voice as he watches me is even better.

Felix’s typical snarly, dominant timbre is laced with desire—more than ever—and it’s making me flood the bedspread with wetness.

My submission is turning him on so much that I think I’m tempting his steely control, and I love it.

“Since you were so well-behaved, you deserve a little reward.” Before I know it, the crop is gone and Felix is bent over me, thrusting two fingers into me hard enough to make me moan loudly.

Being filled after so much torturous withholding almost pushes me over the edge, but I hold on to the ecstasy as I know he prefers.

“There you go, baby. Squeeze them and feel how good it is.”

I know he’s happy with me now, but if he keeps talking like that and fingering me, I’m definitely in big fucking trouble.