“You were a virgin.” I kiss her shoulder, stealing a shiver from her. None of this makes sense. Lammastide is often a night for stolen pleasure, and events such as this occur regularly, but I never expected her to be a maid.
I like it though.
I like it too much.
She has never known another and now she never will. The Darkness within me purrs and stretches with contentment. For once we’re in perfect agreement.
Vi is mine—ours—and nothing is going to tear her from my arms.
“Mmm.” Her lashes flutter open.
“Tell me,” I whisper, “why you gave your virginity to me.”
Dark eyes the color of midnight come into focus as she turns her head to look at me. There’s a moment where she realizes where she is and who she’s with, and then her eyes go very wide and she stills.
“Good morning.” I can feel her heart hammering in her chest and I can’t help kissing her shoulder so she knows there’s nothing to fear. “You have blue eyes. I didn’t know you had blue eyes.”
They’d been midnight-dark in the vision Maia gave to me, and over the years I guess I’d let memory soften them to the darkest of browns.
The tension slides out of her. Both our masks are long gone. It added a certain kind of spice to the encounter, but I want to know who she is.
“You have green eyes,” she whispers, staring deep into my soul.
I don’t know why, but instinct tells me she’s the watchful sort. The way she looks at me tells me she sees everything. A not entirely comfortable situation, but somehow…. Nobody has ever seen the whole of me.
And I want them to, I realize.
I want her to.
Vi turns her head. “Where’s my dress?”
Oh no. I’ve only just found you. I curl up as she pushes herself upright, tangling my arms around her. “There’s no hurry.”
She glances up, toward the sky. Dawn. I can almost read her thoughts and so I sweep her hair over one shoulder and brush a kiss against the nape of her neck.
“Stay with me,” I breathe as she shudders.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” Slowly, I drag her back down to the heather. Forever, if need be.
Forever, whispers Wrath, and my gut goes tight with tension because I hadn’t realized I’d let him slip through the cracks in my wards. We can fuck her forever.
I shake it away and cage it deep. Maybe it’s the woman in my arms who allows me to do so so easily. They never settle without a fight, but she’s here. She’s mine. She’s—
“Vi,” I whisper, tasting her name. “Violet. You never did ask my name.”
“Mmm.” She arches back into me. “I think it’s wisest if I don’t know.”
I freeze as things become abundantly clear.
She gave me her virginity, she was two seconds away from stealing into her dress and fleeing, and now she doesn’t want my name.
I bite her shoulder. Hard. And she squeals.
“I’m starting to feel a little used, Violet.”
“I wouldn’t have thought that would be a problem.” There’s a little hint of temper there. “You were the one who hunted me down. Is this not what you wanted?”
It’s not what I wanted at all. Caught in my own fucking net. I wanted her so badly I couldn’t keep my hands off her, but all she wants is this.
So be it. There’s more than one way to catch the demi-fey.
“Fine. No names then. Just my cock.”
I slide my fingers up her thigh, back and forth. Teasing. Tempting. Her breath catches.
“Open your legs,” I whisper.
She’s slick and wet as I find her. A breath rushes from her chest as I trace the heart of her pleasure.
“Gods, what do you do to me?” she gasps.
“Have you never touched yourself?”
Stillness. The answer is there as she shudders. Yes. “It’s different,” she whispers. “It’s different with you. More… intense.”
I drive a pair of fingers into her and she arches back into my embrace.
“Touch me,” I demand.
Her groping hand slides between us. Fuck. I can’t help flexing into her grip, burying my face in her nape. I could spend like this.
She nudges back into me, her intentions clear. I want to take up her silent invitation and thrust myself inside her, but I still owe her for that no names business.
Last night, she made swift work of all my intentions. I’m not going to let her do it to me again.
“Do you know what I want?” I nudge her onto her hands and knees, driving my thigh between hers as I curl my fist in her hair.
“What?” she gasps, rocking back against me.
I draw her up onto her knees and nuzzle against her neck, every inch of us plastered together. “I want you to scream for mercy, Violet. I want you to beg for my cock.” I kiss her throat, and curl my other hand over her breast as she sinks back into me, my cock sliding through her wetness. “But most of all, I want you to scream my name.”
“So needy,” she gasps. “Is this what you demand from all the girls?”
I swat her backside. “There are no other girls.”
Violet laughs, shooting me a sultry look over her shoulder. “Not anymore, anyway. I’ve ruined you for all others.”
“You did more than that.” I drive into her with a single thrust, and her inner muscles clench around me as she moans. Spearing my fingers between her thighs I work her hard. “You ruined me, Violet. I took one look into those eyes of yours and swore you’d be mine.”
“Vi,” she moans. “Call me Vi.”
I don’t know why, but I suddenly have the suspicion she hasn’t been entirely truthful with me. “Were you lying to me?” I pinch her nipple. “Your name isn’t Violet, is it?”
“All this talk,” she gasps, “of names. What is in a name?”
“It’s all the better to claim you with,” I snarl, as I drive her forward onto her forearms.
She knows nothing of pleasure. She’s only instinct in this moment, letting me put her where I want her. I tilt her hips until I’m riding over that spot deep within, the one I know gives so much pleasure.
And there it is.
Her breath catches. A spasm works its way through her. She gasps. “What are you—?”
“If you won’t say my name, then you may call me ‘my prince.’” I grind over her again, feeling heat flash through my balls. She’s so fucking tight she’s going to kill me.
“My handsome fairy tale prince?” There’s another laugh. “That feels so good. I thought you intended to punish me.”
Oh, she’s got a defiant streak. I smile. I like it. “Maybe I will. One day. But you’re too innocent to know what you’re asking for.”
She tenses again and I know it’s the “one day”. “What I’m asking for?”
I reach between her thighs and pinch her clit. Vi reacts like I’ve set off a bomb, her shocked body clenching around mine.
“Oh gods,” she moans, resting her forehead down on her hands and arching back into me like she’s begging for more.
“Just ‘my prince.’” I tease, and then I’m pushing her over the edge, pinching her again, alternating it with gentle flicks of my fingers, then back to pain again. Until she’s gasping, begging me for obliteration.