Текст книги "Eyes of Devious Burgundy Bonus Scene"

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Bonus scene

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Bonus scene

My rooms were dark as I barged into them, swearing I wouldn’t succumb to this fucking bond’s desire to fuck my mate senseless. “Get up, it’s time to go,” I growled, the sound echoing in my ebony horned helmet.

“How about a please, Rokath?” Assyria hissed, sitting upright in my bed and clutching the sheet tightly to her chest. The motion drew my attention there, and a string of curses fled my lips as my cock jumped to attention. There was a reason I decided to don my mask before fetching her.

“Put some fucking clothes on,” I snapped, spinning on my heel and putting as much space as possible between us.

The telltale hiss of match being struck sounded behind me, and a moment later, a hint of warm light filled the room.

“How about a bag for some clothes? Or is that too much for your pet to ask of you?” she threw against my back, her tone threaded with snark.

Smothering my hatred, I went back to the bed chamber and to my clothes closet. Flinging open the door, I pointed into the dark. “In there.”

She rolled her eyes, so very typical of her, and nearly bumped into me as she passed me by. Grumbling, I went to the bed and leaned against one of the thick, carved posts.

When she returned, she slammed to a stop, eyes widening slightly as she raked them over me. The bond flared with desire before I smacked it. With a slight shake of her head, she forced herself to move again, striding straight past me and toward the pile of clothes discarded in a chair across the room. I watched her scoop and pack the bag, her movements stiff and forceful.

She paused when she touched the opaque veils piled there. Curiosity had me narrowing my eyes, wondering what she’d do. Seeming to come to some sort of decision, she straightened and flashed me a sarcastic smile. “Ready, master.”

I flexed my fingers rather than closing them around her neck like I wanted to. Yet I couldn’t help the lust that spread through me like wildfire as she called me that. Her smile fell, replaced by an icy glare.

“Aren’t you missing something?” I growled, flicking my attention away from my fucking mate and to the veils.

“I won’t be wearing those any more. And you cannot compel me to either.” She crossed her arms and popped out a hip in a move that was meant to be sassy but only made me want to sink my cock into her.

Heat wrapped around my neck and shoulders as rage rose. I grappled with my self control, trying not to scream or throw her onto my bed. “Fine,” I gritted out before I could do something else.

Grasping for the upper hand once again, I pushed off the pole and widened my stance as I stared Assyria down. “One more thing before we go. You need to use your magic to make your wrists appear with the brand of the fallen females.”

Her jaw dropped. “You have got to be fucking kidding me!”

I tilted my head, staring at her like a predator would its prey. “The camp believes that your punishment is to be my personal fallen and produce powerful heirs for the Demon cause.”

She vibrated with fury, and I celebrated my victory. Fucking finally, I threw her off as much as she’d thrown me.

“And you didn’t think to tell me this before now?” she snapped, her tone strained. I didn’t have to know her well to tell that this bothered her immensely. Which only made me like the command more.

I shrugged. “You didn’t want to be a male. This was the only other reasonable story to spin about why you are with the army.”

“The only one?” The pitch of her voice grew higher and tighter.

A cold calm settled over me the more fiery she became. I slammed her choice down, ready to get this fucking over with so we could leave. “You can either use your magic to create it, or we can stop at the stables on our way out and I can brand you myself.”

“That’s not a fucking choice!” she shouted, dropping her bag and stomping toward me. One pointed finger stabbed into the shiny black armor over my chest. I didn’t even feel it. “Did you tell Kiira about this?”

“Kiira does not have a say in the matter,” I replied, my tone icy. “Especially after the stunt you two pulled last night. I should have known better than to leave the two of you alone together. Grab your bags and let’s go.”

I spun on my heel and strode to the door, unwilling to tolerate her tantrum any longer. Until something sailed past my head and smashed against the wall in front of me.

Noting my broken lamp, I turned, leveling a lethal gaze on the disobedient female. “It seems you’ve made your decision.”

Shadows swirled around my hands, then leaped out and captured her. If she wasn’t going to comply willingly, I’d force her hand. Magic flaring, I directed her to a chair, binding her so still she couldn’t move. Her own power rose to meet mine, and the bond flared with heady anticipation at the contact.

She bared her teeth at me. “Let me go.”

“No,” I scoffed. I yanked my helmet off and tossed it onto the bed, all the while staring her down. From my thigh, I yanked out a silver dagger. I kept it on my person for such purposes, though I hadn’t used it in some time, much to my disappointment.

Assyria froze, understanding of the seriousness of my threat finally settling over her. But it was far too late for her now.

“Fine, I will use my magic,” she pleaded, eyes wide as I neared her with the blade.

“You had an opportunity, and you threw it, quite literally, away.”

“I am your mate!” she shrieked, thrashing again.

“Which is why I have to have you near me. And yet, you won’t obey, and I can’t guarantee your safety any other way,” I spit out each word with as much hatred as I could muster.

As if to drive home the point, our bond flared to life, almost purring as if it were pleased with our close proximity. I wanted to strangle it with my magic next. Yet as I flipped her wrist over and pinned it in place, I hesitated.

“You are insane,” Assyria hissed at me like a snake. Like the deceptive creature she was. With her rare magic, she’d tricked many. Which was why I couldn’t mark her as anything but mine.

“And you’re a brat,” I shot back, not bothering to look at her as I made the first cut.

She cursed, arching against my shadow binds.

“Hold still or it will be uneven,” I growled, pinning her hand with more force.

“I fucking hate you,” she spat at me like I was the one who had caused this fucking mess. I sliced again, and a scream billowed from her throat with far more volume than necessary. The metallic scent of her blood filled the air, only cut by the salty mix from her face. Slowly, I lifted my gaze, finding Assyria’s burgundy eyes shining with pain and animosity.

Something inside me hated how she looked at me then. Like I was a fucking monster instead of a male doing what he had to do to protect his mate.

I lowered my gaze to the H I’d carved into her wrist. Ruby bloomed around it, and without thinking, I flicked my tongue along the first stroke. Assyria sucked in a sharp breath at the same time a tide of desire swept down our bond. It begged me to do it again, almost compelling me against my will. I lapped at the rest of it, my dick hardening at the taste of her life on my tongue.

She was fucking divine.

Assyria whimpered as I worked up her arm, pressing my mouth along its length, then pausing at the crook of her neck. Her pulse jumped erratically against my lips. I moved along to the other side, easing her pain as I prepared for the second brand.

She didn’t even move as I carved another H. I lowered my mouth immediately to it and licked every last drop up, like I had when I was between her thighs the night before. “Fuck, I can smell your arousal from here,” I groaned.

It was true; the floral scent of her was intoxicating. And how she’d tasted…

I met her gaze again, the darkness of my eyes reflected in her own. An all consuming need to savor her cunt again, to hear her wanton whimpers, to have her shatter on my tongue, gripped me, holding me prisoner as much as I was holding her.

My shadows loosened their grip, turning from shackles into light caresses, eliciting a shiver from her. I kissed her wrists again, then drew back, attempting to put space between us so I could regain a semblance of self control.

Her attention fell to her brands. Those bow-shaped lips turned into a frown as she noted what was carved there.

“Why?” she murmured, returning her focus to me.

Now it was my turn to look away. “You are no ordinary female, and I am no ordinary male. You are mine, Assyria. Only mine.”

I hated her; yet I couldn’t mark her with anything but my honorific. An F would not do on the wrists of this female. She was simply too much for it.

Without warning, she rose from the chair and yanked on the back of my head. Our lips collided like lightning striking a lake, electric attraction sweeping through us both. I gripped her ass and hauled her up my body. In two steps I had her on the bed, pinning her beneath my bulk.

A stinging slap had me jerking back. Confusion flitted through me before she yanked me back to her. All reason fled as our lips crashed again.

“I want him to hurt like I do. Pain with this pleasure,” she thought, not realizing she was projecting down our bond.

I nearly groaned, my dick pressing painfully against my pants. “That is exactly how I like it, little imposter. I want to hurt you. Break you. Force you to submit to my will. Then make you scream my name as I sink my cock so deep into your cunt you see stars.”

I broke our kiss, staring down at this wild female who was upending my entire life.

“We should just get this out of the way so the bond calms down,” she said in a rush.

“Agreed,” I growled, shoving off the bed. Quicker than I ever had, I stripped, metal clattering around me. But I didn’t care, not when my sole focus was the lust flooding us and how fucking badly I wanted to sink my cock into Assyria. She wasted no time removing her dress either, leaving it to pool around her legs.

The moment it was gone, I pinned her again, the bare skin of our chests brushing. I kissed her hard, and she explored the ridges of my torso. I found her breasts and cupped them, and the fucking sound she made nearly sent me over the edge.

I dragged in a breath, breaking our kiss, and loosened the bind securing them. As soon as her hard nipples appeared, I sucked one into my mouth, dragging my teeth over the peak. Assyria hissed but didn’t tell me to stop.

Fuck, she’s incredible.

With my free hand, I ripped the fabric covering her pussy away—my next destination. The memory of her release on my tongue was enough to send me trailing down her stomach. She spread her legs wider, and when I finally reached her core, I paused, stifling a groan. Even in the low light, the sight of her arousal slicking her thighs was unmistakable.

“So fucking wet,” I growled, my hot breath brushing over her skin.

“It’s just the bond,” she panted, her hands fisting the sheets as she looked down at me.

Unlikely, given the pool she was making, but I let her have it just so I could taste her again. Pleasure pulsed down our bond as I closed my mouth over her. Flattening my tongue, I licked her, then swirled over her clit.

The gasp I tore from her was pure ecstasy. She shamelessly pressed into my face, so I gave her exactly what she wanted: my tongue inside her. Already, I knew what she liked, which strings to pull to make her a mess beneath me.

I fucking hated it. Yet I couldn’t stop myself from doing more, wanting more from her.

“Rokath,” she breathed, head tipping back. Her walls fluttered over my tongue, and another thought slipped down our connection. “I’m so close already…”

“That’s because no one has ever pleasured you like me, little imposter. You didn’t know the meaning until I licked your cunt last night.”

I pressed my thumb into her clit, spearing deep inside her. She was going to come all over my face, flood me with her arousal. A scream tore from her throat again, but this was all pleasure. A satisfied growl slipped from me, encouraging her to keep coming. I wasn’t nearly done with her.

Only once she started to calm did I retreat. I stood at the foot of the bed, eyes raking over her perfect body. The perfect peaks of her nipples. The way her legs remained open. The way her pussy begged me to fill it.

The tip of my cock was already weeping for it. I made quick work of removing my pants, the pain finally abating as I sprang free.

Assyria’s jaw dropped again, though for an entirely different reason this time. “Is that going to fit?”

A smirked down at her, fisting myself to relieve some of the ache. “If you want it, I’ll make it.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better,” she replied, tone laced with breathy need and a hint of trepidation.

“It wasn’t supposed to,” I growled, climbing back onto the bed. It dipped beneath my bulk, and Assyria examined me with the same hunger I had her as I settled between her thighs.

“Relax,” I said, trying to encourage her rather than frighten her. I trailed the pads of my fingers lightly over her skin, then brushed the hair out of her face so I could see her expression the moment I seated myself fully.

“I’ve only been with Vagach like this before,” she whispered, her teeth raking her bottom lip.

Fuck.

A primal urge to claim overpowered me, nearly making me spear right into her and likely hurt her in the process. I gritted my teeth, battling for control with the raging beast inside me. I dragged in a breath, trying to count to calm myself.

“Probably not the best time to mention that,” I gritted out, bunching the sheets in a white-knuckled grip. Anything to contain this feral part of me that wanted to take her like a wild animal. “The bond wants me to claim you even more now, erase the memory of him from your mind, body, soul.”

“Do it. Let’s get it out of the way so we can go back to hating each other,” she said, her tone breathy and wanton. My dick jumped as she pressed into me.

She was so, so wet.

“Let’s,” I groaned out. Then finally, fucking finally, I pushed into her. The moment I was seated fully, lightning stuck, taking with it all sense of self. It stole my breath, my reason, my judgement, only leaving me with the knowledge of how to make her irrevocably mine. The mark on my mate’s wrists was nothing compared to what would happen the first time she came around my cock.

A cry ripped from her throat and I swore, my eyes rolling back into my head as the most divine pleasure I’d ever experienced swept through me. Nothing, fucking nothing, compared to this.

I could slaughter every Angel single handedly in a the span of a day, and yet it wouldn’t remake the fabric of my being like this fucking moment.

I dragged in a serrated breath, then ripped my attention back to my mate. With a feral growl, I crashed my hips into hers, then captured her lips. She shot backward with the force of my thrusts, her core gripping me so tightly I thought I might come right then and there.

“Assyria,” I rasped, brows pinching as I buried myself to the hilt. Her cunt pulsed around me. “Fuck, you feel incredible.”

I slipped a hand under her lower back, angling her hips down so I could get even fucking deeper inside her. I didn’t relent on my bruising pace. The need to erase every other male from her mind, her body, her soul was overwhelming. Never had I felt so compelled to possess.

And with the wet sounds coming from where we joined, with how fucking slick my thighs were, I knew, deep down, I was gone. She was going to be my greatest craving, and I hated it.

“More,” Assyria demanded, over and over and over again. So I gave it to her, her walls tightening down with each subsequent drag of my dick from root to tip.

A tremble wracked her tiny frame beneath me as I moved my lips to her neck and dragged my teeth over the soft skin there.

“Rokath.” My name, my real name, slipped out, half-plea, half-prayer. I answered her with a deep thrust and circle of my hips so they brushed over her clit.

Her breath fled, and then she shattered. The pulses of her pussy only made my cock throb harder, and I gritted my teeth to prevent myself from coming before her orgasm finished. Slapping sounds filled the air as I pounded into her harder and harder, dragging out her pleasure.

“Fuck, keep coming, Assyria. I’m so close,” I grunted, my own breath coming in ragged pants. Sweat slicked my torso, but I was not going to surrender to my own orgasm until she was thoroughly wrung out.

Those dark lashes fluttered against her cheeks as her ecstasy eased. When she opened them and revealed those devious burgundy eyes, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

With a curse, I jumped back, my dick immediately hating me for leaving my mate’s warm center. Hot ropes of cum shot from me and spilled onto her stomach; I didn’t even have to grip myself to finish.

Breathless, I rested my forehead against hers. Our eyes locked, and she showed me such depth of emotion in that moment, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to unpack it all. If the emotion slipping from her side of the bond was any indication, she was utterly altered by our joining. Just like me.

“Wait here,” I ordered, needing a moment of space to process what the fuck had just happened. Shoving off the bed, I strode immediately to the bathing chamber. I rummaged through a few cabinets, finding clean cloths, and then I ran them under the tap. Satisfied they would work sufficiently, I returned to my bed.

Assyria was in the same position I left her, wrung out from the orgasms I’d given her.

Tenderly, I opened her wider, cleansing her skin of our combined releases. Then, grabbing a different rag, I lifted each of her slender arms and wiped the wounds too. I pressed my lips to each mark I left in her, the primal part of the bond purring with my outright claim. Yet at the memory of her scream, guilt nipped at me. She hadn’t wanted it, and I’d forced it on her.

I retreated as I grappled with myself for control.

She just made me so fucking angry all the time. I was a wreck because of her. My life was chaos because of her. So why did I feel guilty about trying to break her? To show her that I was in charge?

I grabbed my discarded clothes and pulled them on after I returned to the bathing chamber. Then, I swapped the used rags for clean bandages and some ointment for her wrists without thinking. Why did I care so much if they healed properly?

The reckoning happening inside me held all my focus until I found Assyria attempting to dress. I cleared my throat to get her attention. “If you sit on the bed, I can clean your wrists so they don’t get an infection.”

She glanced at the healing supplies I held, her brows rising off her forehead.

“Okay,” she said warily, pulling on undergarments. When she settled herself on the mattress, I sat beside her, studying her flushed face and wild hair. All the signs I’d made her come thoroughly. Yet it wasn’t enough, and I already wanted her again, despite my better judgement.

I focused on her wrists to dispel the disquiet in my head. Spreading ointment evenly, I ensured no bit of the H was left untouched. Then, I wrapped the smooth fabric over them, not too loose, and not too tight.

Before the bond got any more ideas, I rose from the bed. My armor lay scattered, and I picked up each piece, studying it for any marks or dings. I buffed out a few spots, but otherwise, they were unharmed in my rush to get it all off.

Meanwhile, Assyria finally dressed, allowing my dick to calm down.

“You should put those in your bag,” I said, indicating the ointment and bandages. She tucked them away without a word. Settling my ebony horned helmet over my head, I sighed, feeling more like myself again. “Are you ready to go?”

She lifted one brow with all the snark she was capable of. “Are we now asking nicely for things in our relationship?”

I wanted to growl at her. Clearly one orgasm around my cock hadn’t shaken her fire from her. “First, this isn’t a relationship in the traditional sense. Second, if you keep up with that smart mouth, I’m going to go back to demands,” I pronounced.

“Fine, I’m ready,” she said, her tone like ice. She hefted her bag onto her shoulder with a glare.

I turned on my heel and stalked away before I lost my temper and thought of other ways to control this fucking female.

She followed me all through the palace, quiet in the early morning, until we reached the stables, where my horse waited for us.

I took her bag out of her hands and threw it across his back. She didn’t protest as I lifted her by the waist and put her in the saddle. Then, I dug my foot into the stirrup and swung myself over. At our close proximity, the bond flared again. I gritted my teeth and willed it away.

But down it, more than a hint of pain caught my attention.

With smug satisfaction, I realized it was coming from Assyria. I urged my horse forward, and Assyria made a small noise, like the motion hurt her. Cursing myself, I wrapped a strong arm around her waist and lifted her ever so slightly out of the saddle, so the hard leather wouldn’t dig into her core.

I hated that I wanted to care for her in this way. I should have relished the pain I caused her. Instead, I was fucking carrying her in my arms as we made our way to the war camp.

What would happen when we reached it?