Page 75 of The Chains You Defy

But it wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be enough.

Mine.

That was what she was.

Our lips separated, but I wasn’t done with her by far. Kissing along her jawline, down her sensitive neck, to thespot that drove her crazy every time. I sucked on her skin before scraping my canines over the exact same area. The most delicious gasp escaped her as her heart drummed in overdrive, and she panted and melted in my arms.

My cock was rock hard, and since I’d shifted her so she was straddling my lap, my erection pressed right against her core. Why was there so much clothing between us?

“We’re—not alone.”

“It’s a fae party.”

Her breathy protest had been born from propriety and didn’t reflect the desire threatening to pull us both under. Every action told me the truth, from how she buried her hands in my hair, how she arched her neck, and, of course, how her hips moved, searching for the friction I needed just as much as she did.

I bit down harder, cautious not to break her skin—not without her consent—but the urge to leave a temporary mark on her neck was overpowering. Fuck caution, fuck Galanta. We’d deal with such trivialities tomorrow. Tonight, she’d wear my claim on her skin, showing everyone that she was mine.

Tightening my arms, I spun us around, taking care she wouldn’t get hurt as I trapped her under me on the couch, with no chance of escaping. And I might have been drunk, but still, I’d given her a few moments to protest against this position—but there was none.

Another of those breathy sounds escaped her, followed by a whimper as I nipped her neck again and ground my needy hips into hers.

Her scent perfumed the air, overpowering and intoxicating. Even though the senses of my fellow soldiers were less developed than mine, they wouldn’t miss her arousal wafting through the room, and there was only onereason I allowed them to witness all of this. Although this display was born from a party game, in the end, I was staking my claim in front of everyone. They needed to understand in every way possible how off-limits Nayana was for anyone but me.

An idea crossed my mind, and for a fraction of a second, I glanced at her friend—the female one, of course. “You, take her wrists.”

Nayana made the most confused noise, and her glazed eyes sought mine, disoriented yet full of desire.

She yielded without resistance as I collected her hands and arranged her arms over her head. Rewani had followed my order and grabbed her wrists. From the grin the other woman wore, it was clear she enjoyed the sight very much.

Once Nayana was safely handled, I shifted my weight. My knee slid between her legs, only inches away from her center, and as her legs fell open, I dove for her neck again. Since her choker was hiding much of her skin, I had to be extra thorough so my mark would show.

And the reason why I was involving her friend?

Easy. I wanted to test the waters to find out how she reacted to being restrained.

When the topic had come up a few days ago, she’d shown more than a spark of curiosity despite her terrible experiences. With someone she trusted in the mix, what could be safer? And given her reactions, I learned she didn’t mind at all, at least not at this moment.

No, quite on the contrary. Her back arched, and her hips met mine with enthusiasm.

“You like that, don’t you?” Letting her feel how hard she made me, I ground against her core and, just in time, covered her lips with my hand, stifling her moan. While Icouldn’t avoid that everyone was smelling her desire, her most intimate sounds were mine alone.

“I promise you, this is nothing. You have no idea to what heights I could bring you.”

Fuck, if I didn’t slow down, I’d be in danger of finishing inside my pants like a faeling, only from the noises she composed against my hand, and from her body arching into mine, the taste of her skin, sweet and salty, like her. I couldn’t get enough.

“Dion—”

Instead of an answer to her muffled plea, I scraped my canines over the sensitive spot of her neck again. Together with her repeating my name, she brought me to the edge of control.

Naya strained at her friend binding her wrists, pushed even further because of her being repressed. Her breath quickened, and I smiled into her neck as I realized I’d been correct—she indeed found a liking in this, no matter her trauma. Of course, if we were ever to explore that road, it would be with caution and care.

Grinding against her, I claimed her lips once more, hungry and insatiable.

Fuck it.

I wanted to sweep her up and carry her next door—which wouldn’t have been very party of me—as the unpleasant voice I hated even on the best of days floated through the air and destroyed my bliss.

“Your five minutes are up.”