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Chapter fifteen

D imitri stifled a groan as Astrid slowly leaned onto her hands. She placed one in front of the other and crawled toward him. Her movements were elegant and controlled —completely at odds with the calculation and rage burning in her midnight gaze.

He imagined her lips around his cock and wondered if she would stare up at him with the same intensity.

His attention rose to the elaborate combs and golden sticks arranged in her hair. His princess gracefully turned at the edge of the bed and sat back on her heels.

How cute.

A part of him wanted her ass in the air and her shoulders on the bed. He wanted her desperate and begging for his cock, giving him anything he desired. A grin spread over his lips as he soothed the impulse.

This small female had stabbed him. The wound would have been fatal had he been a normal Fae. The famished hunger that consumed his soul wouldn’t grant him death. Not if anything living was within its far-reaching radius... His heart constricted at the unwelcome recollections.

He buried them deep.

Learning the extent of his nature had been costly. An eternal price, one he’d paid today and every day of his undying life.

Dimitri dismissed his memories and focused on the female before him.

His right of conquest. He placed the shallow jar of lubricant on the bed and gripped her throat, dragging her up until her back met his chest. Her skin was soft and cool against his, and her scent…

Dimitri leaned into the waves of her curled black hair and inhaled. Wildflowers and honey surrounded him.

“Spread your legs for me,” he crooned. She remained still and Dimitri squeezed the sides of her throat.

“I said I would give myself to you. Obedience wasn’t part of our agreement,” Astrid choked out.

He glided his fingertips up the back of her thigh and skimmed the curve of her ass. “Would you rather I make you kiss the bed and fuck your ass with the hilt of my sword?” Dimitri rasped, low at her ear.

She startled when he touched the entrance of her ass and bowed her back as though it would save her. There was no part of his little neva he wouldn’t have. Dimitri traced her ass, spreading the lube before applying more pressure.

“I have two swords,” he said. By the blood, her shortened breaths made his cock ache. Her pulse was a wild flutter against his lips, and he smiled at her ear. “And you have three places you can take them.”

Astrid stiffened as the tip of his finger pressed inside.

“I could tie you down. Fuck your ass and cunt with my swords.” Her heartbeat accelerated and he dropped his voice an octave. “Would you like that, Princess? My cold steel working you to orgasm. The ways I can make you come… I won’t stop until you’re begging for my cock in your throat.”

“I do not beg,” she growled, vicious but breathless.

“You will,” Dimitri promised. He parted his lips, loosening the constant hold chaining his hunger. Wisps of his shadowed magic reached for her. Coveting. Possessive.

He ran his chin along her shoulder. His neva was so responsive. The scent of her arousal maddened and bound him to her. The arch of her back. The intimate pressure squeezing his fingers as he worked her. Every whimpered moan she prayed he didn’t hear.

Dimitri drew on Astrid’s essence. The honeyed spice of her soul electrified his senses. Her essence engulfed his awareness until all that remained was her.

The seas would drown the very stars before he tired of her.

Her breaths grew ragged, and Dimitri pressed his fingers deeper. “I’m going to teach you to crave me.”

He pulled back and pressed in harder, working her into a steady rhythm. Claiming more of her with each thrust.

“You’ll come to me. Little by little. Every kindness I offer you. Every time you come for me. You try to hide it.” Dimitri groaned, nuzzling her thick dark hair. “I feel you coming. Every quiver. Every spasm you fight. I taste it, neva.”

He pulled back and added a second finger. Astrid struggled, twisting in his grasp but unable to escape.

“Take it neva,” he said with a chuckle, fucking her harder. Another slow draw on her soul had her shuddering. Her ass squeezed, pulsing around his fingers as she came. “You are so responsive. Remember who you’re coming for.”

He folded his wing in front of her and delicately slid the tapered edge over her clit.

“Look how wet you are.” Dimitri brought the edge to her mouth. “Clean my wing.”