Page 216 of The Chains You Defy

Finally, he lifted his head, and his pupils were fully dilated. Not an ounce of amethyst was visible, but instead, they glowed eerily black. Uh oh.

His arms disagreed with my escape attempts, and so did his magic.

Well, I tried.

Admittedly, not very hard.

And with that, he bit me again, harder this time, and the pain was a very exquisite sensation, which I would have enjoyed more if we hadn’t been in front of anaudience and if I hadn’t been so worried about him devolving into an out-of-control state again.

A tearing sound distracted me, and with shock, I realized that his tendrils must have torn my underthings. “Dion, stop,” I hissed.

“Mine.” This was his only reply as he shifted and pushed me under his stupidly large body, as if he aimed to shield me from invisible foes.

Only then did I notice the solid black wall around us—he’d hidden us from prying eyes. “We can’t—”

His magic definitely said we could. Dion was breathing hard and scraped his teeth across the skin of my neck. A needy sound escaped my throat.

Finally, I gave up my resistance. I couldn’t stop us if I tried. And honestly, I’d been ready to wave the white flag after his first nip.

“Tell me we can.”

“I—” Unable to answer, as what I presumed was one of the black strands surrounding us attacked my center, I found out that my body absolutely agreed.

Gasping, I bucked my hips, and my rational thinking slowly dissolved into nothingness. We were hidden, and I’d missed him, missed this, and although giving in was utter madness, I craved his touch.

So, I surrendered to him. To my lust.

Freeing my hand, I went in for the kill and whisked my fingers over his ear.

The effect was immediate. The tip twitched, and a guttural sound wrestled free from Dion’s throat. “Is that a yes?”

“How does it feel?”

“Like you missed me too.”

His movements became less desperate, instead more intentional, both his lips roaming my throat and his magic, whose ministrations resembled a multitude of hands caressing my skin. And as one of them flicked my clit, still humming from within as they always did, I saw stars. “Gods, Dion.”

“No, Nayana. Only one god. I’ve told you before.”

Yes, he was definitely coming back to himself. “Big ego—oh.” Another tendril had sneakily approached my core and dipped its slender tip into my entrance, purring like crazy. The effect was indescribable, and I cried out as the strand ventured deeper.

Dion was laughing against my skin. “Did you want to say something, tiny goddess?”

“I—” Again, I was silenced as his lips conquered my own. To call this a kiss would do the deed an injustice, because of what this truly was—a claiming. Each movement of his mouth, each stroke of his tongue, assured me he had no intention of ever letting me fade away, just like he’d vowed.

His magic was still working itself deeper into my core, while another inky construct circled my clit, driving me insane through stimulation. Both didn’t stop purring, and every vibration resonated through every inch of me, all at once.

Almost desperate, I clawed at Dion’s tunic, yearning for his skin under my fingers, but he wasn’t having my ambitions. That bastard.

Dion craved control on the best of days, and today—was one of the worst. His magic wound around my wrist gently but firmly and tugged my arm down next to my body. Other bands attacked my other wrist andankles until I was completely immobilized by my huge fae male and his insane powers.

“Color?” he mumbled against my lips.

“Green,” I gasped out, realizing I hadn’t had a single bad memory resurfacing, not even now. My body was under too much attack from sensations from every direction.

Dion’s canines returned with a vengeance after my confirmation. He’d caught early on how sensitive I reacted to his savage bites, and he was using this knowledge to his full advantage.

Moments later, his hands joined his magic, and before I could protest, he yanked on my dress, tearing the lacing apart, until my breasts spilled out of my bodice.