Page 25 of Star Crossed Delta
His spectral lycan force didn’t just invade, it enlivened.
Her heartbeat thundered in his ears, a rhythm that matched the fiery surge of power running through her.
She gripped his shoulders, limbs quivering as if she were trying to ground herself against the crushing sensation.
It was desire, pure and unfiltered, not just physical but primal, consuming her mind and body.
Her eyes locked onto his, enlarged with shock and longing.
‘What is this?’ she whispered, her voice trembling but laced with unmistakable longing, her back arcing with a passion so intense it bordered on overpowering.
The diamond-tipped bite had lit flames within her, a dormant fire that now raged, devouring every thought and perception.
Her body leaned into his, enticed by the magnetic pull of the potency still radiating between us as if she couldn’t bear the loss of it.
He pulled back just enough to catch the flush on her cheeks and the tremor in her lips, trembling from the lingering effects of his nibble.
‘It’s pure lycan spectral energy,’ he murmured, his voice thick with restraint.
She was radiant, her body alive with the aftershock, all her breaths drawn deep and shaking with the weight of the desire coursing through her. A spark had been lit, and there was no extinguishing it now.
She writhed as he trailed kisses along the curve of her nape, as she reacted despite her attempts to resist. Her skin tingled beneath his touch, her pulse quickening with each caress.
His mouth moved lower to her breasts, taking one straining, rosy nipple and nibbling on it.
He suckled, and she keened, arcing her back as if trying to thrust more of her flesh into his caress.
He nipped, teased, and used the tasseled rope to stroke her other tit.
The energy in the tassels sent mini electric shocks over her, and she wailed, panting for more, caught between agony and ecstasy.
A slow smile spread across his face as he began to unravel the mysteries of pleasure and pain for her, each touch sending waves of sensation through her.
As he traced his fingers over her, a shiver ran through her body, betraying the facade of bravado she had displayed moments before.
The delicate arch of her nape beckoned him closer.
He leaned in to capture her lips in a searing kiss, tasting the mingling flavors of defiance and desire that lingered there.
Her hands clenched into fists as she struggled against the restraints, a growl escaping her throat in a mix of frustration and arousal.
He met her fiery gaze with a smirk, relishing the challenge she presented.
With slow deliberation, he trailed kisses down her neck and along the curve of her shoulder, savoring how her breath hitched in response.
Her submission had a raw ferocity that sparked something primal within him.
His cock, bobbed and throbbed, hard as a rock.
He ignored it, relishing in the anguish of his non-release, feeding the pain and suffering in his soul.
The room filled with the sounds of her panting and moans as he edged her, brought her to the precipice of ecstasy, and then retreated.
She writhed beneath him, caught in the throes of pleasure so exquisite it bordered on pain.
Her breaths came in ragged gasps, as he continued to push her closer to the edge, her resolve began to crumble under the scorching heat of euphoria.
His eyes raked over her as her defenses fell away, leaving her raw and unguarded before him.
With each whispered command, every suckle, nip, and stroke of his hand, he unraveled her inhibitions, drawing out the primal cravings she had long buried deep within.
He read her signs as she writhed beneath him, her body a canvas for his desires.
The gasps and whimpers that escaped her parted lips only fueled the fire burning within him.
He reveled in the power he held over her in the way she surrendered herself to the ecstasy of their shared dance.
He teased her relentlessly, trailing the tassels of the diamond rope over her aching clit.
Between her thighs, keeping her on the precipice of ecstasy with a maddening finesse that left her trembling with need.
Her eyes begged for bliss, for that final push that would send her hurtling into the abyss of ecstasy.
‘Mak, I want you,’ she moaned.
That stopped him cold.
How dare she claim she wanted him when all she’d done was torture his heart.
Just as she was teetering on the brink, he abruptly halted his stroking, denying her the release she craved.
Her eyes flew open, hips surging, frustration and desire swirling in their depths.
He caught the disappointment in her eyes, the confused question forming on her lips. Also, the unspoken plea for more tamped down the unexpected lurch of emotion and compassion for her.
Smirking at her reaction, he leaned in so close that their mouths almost touched. ‘You want me now?’ he rasped with hoarse heat, his warm breath ghosting over her skin. ‘Or are you using me to get off? To fulfill your family’s goals, seducing me so you can once more destroy me?’
With a snarl, he untied her bonds, even as her hips surged up to him, chasing, aching, craving for release.
She let out small pants and growls of frustration, and as soon as her hands were free, she tried reaching for him.
‘Mak?’
‘ Nada . I don’t want anything from you, guapa . Mi alma es mía . My soul will never be yours.’
With that, he twisted from her and stalked to her clothes in a heap on the chair.
Mak gathered them and threw them at her feet.
She sat up on his bed, and she stared at him, confusion swirling in her eyes, chest heaving, thighs trembling.
‘Dress and get the fokk out of here,’ he ground out.