Page 217 of The Chains You Defy

“Gods, Nayana. You’re so beautiful.” His hot mouth clamped around my nipple while his hand massaged my other breast. Stimulation was everywhere, from the tendrils to his lips and fingers, and I was going crazy. “I…thought—” I panted, “no other gods—allowed.”

“You’re right. Just you and me. My goddess.”

“Wha—oh fuck.” Some tendril had worked itself deeply inside of me and expanded without warning, while another strand put more pressure on my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Tell me, Naya. Do you want to come like this? Or on my fingers? My tongue? My cock?”

“Yes—yes—” I was done with being able to articulate full sentences. I existed in a world without speech. Instead, I cried out as Dion scraped his canines over my nipple.

A dark chuckle rumbled against my skin. “You unravel so beautifully.”

Close, I was so close. My back arched as I chased my release, and the point of no return was approaching fast.

Just a little—

Then he committed the atrocity again.

His magic had evaporated all of a sudden. From one moment to the next, all stimulation disappeared. The most embarrassing, needy whimper of frustration spilled from my throat, and I stared at Dion in desperation.

“You didn’t pick, so I will.” The fae male hypnotized me with his eyes, which had regained their amethyst color and were fully aglow. “Seems I’m even jealous of my own magic.”

“I was so close.”

“Then tell me what you want.”

Without thinking, the answer instantly tumbled from my lips. “You.”

“I’m right here, but I’m a male of many talents. So—what do you want from me now? No need to be shy, Naya. Use your words and be rewarded.”

That bastard enjoyed toying with me.

One day, I’d get my revenge, but sadly, not today.

Trying to chase some friction through pressing my legs together, I was hindered by my pulsating bindings. Of course, he hadn’t taken that particular magic away. “Please, Dion—”

“Please what?”

His voice held an amusing tone, having the time of his life as he witnessed me writhing with embarrassed shyness.

“I’m still waiting for your answer. Do you want this?” He dipped his finger into my center and circled my clit once.

Crying out, I swore I transformed into millions of colors.

“Or this?” Rolling his hips into my body, I could feel him hard and ready, but hidden behind too much clothing.

“Yes, I want that.”

“Name your needs like the goddess you are.” Another attack on my neck had me crying out in pleasure. He’d bitten me so thoroughly that my skin was throbbing, and every pulse injected more desire directly into my core.

His finger circled my clit lazily, then moved deeper and entered me easily. “Say it.”

“I…want your…cock.”

“Well done.”

“Please, Dion.” So, I wasn’t above begging.

“This has to go.” Ropes of darkness pulled my dress open further until the fabric gave way completely. I didn’t even mind, especially not as I realized that his magic attacked his own clothes as well while he inserted a second, then a third finger into my tight center.