Raechtar smiles ruefully. He kisses me again, gently this time. *Sorry. I’ll be good… this time.*
Ygdris’ hands are whispering along my thighs. His fingers hesitate at the hem of my shorts, and then slip underneath.
“Oh-h,” I cry out as his thumb brushes across my clit. My shorts pull tight over my most sensitive parts, making sparks burst behind my eyes. I arch my back, pushing myself towards him. “Please—”
Whore!
I flinch as the voice oozes back into my head. Ygdris’ fingers go still.
“No, don’t stop,” I beg.
Ygdris groans. His cock is jammed up against my arse, and I feel it twitch. “I don’t think I can,” he admits. “But this isn’t working. We need to try something else.”
“Burn the bastard out of you,” Raechtar growls, his voice raw. He lets go of me and I sit up – then just as quickly twist around to grab him and pull him into a kiss.
There’s nothing from the voice. I kiss Raechtar again, running my hands shamelessly down his chest and abs, to the deep V that leads to his cock.
Silence.
My eyelashes flutter against Raechtar’s cheek. “I… I think I understand,” I murmur.
I’ve spent so long hiding from everything. The world. People. My own feelings.
All I wanted was for Ygdris to order me to obey him. To make me a tool, an object for him to use. No agency. No responsibility.
It’s what I want. It’s what he made me want, all those years ago… but it’s the treacherous secret inside me, as well. My most secret, shameful desire. The man – creature – who trapped me all those years ago wound his claws into my most private longings and tied his compulsion to them.
To break it, I have to do something that goes against all my instincts. I have to be the one to act. To take what I want.
And, God, I want it so much.
“Wait there,” I tell Raechtar, my voice humming against his lips. I turn back to Ygdris and take his face in my hands.
“Close your eyes,” I whisper. His eyelashes flutter against the tips of my fingers.
I kiss him, slow and deep. My tongue flicks out, ghosting against his lips. His moan goes straight to my core.
“If you say I’m your mate.” My voice is rough. Raw. “Then you must be mine. I still don’t believe you, not really, but maybe…” I push him down onto the bed. “May
be you can convince me.”
Please convince me. Please tell me there’s something I’m good for other than… him.
I land heavily on top of him, my legs still wrapped around his waist. His cock presses against my shorts.
I hiss with frustration. “I need to get these off—”
It’s not an order. It might as well have been. Both men jump to obey.
Raechtar pulls my shirt up, his fingers exploring every inch of my skin as he draws it carefully over my head. Ygdris undoes the fly of my shorts as his treasure fumbles with the hook of my bra, I kick my shorts and panties off and then I’m lying on Ygdris again, my skin hot against his, Raechtar towering above us both.
Ygdris moans. Electricity sparks down my neck and across my breasts. It’s so intense I gasp. Piercing, painful… perfect.
The voice pushes up. I can’t hear its words yet, but it’s there. Whispering. Waiting.
Oh God. I have to keep control. I have to take control, even if that means—
“Keep doing that,” I gasp. My cheeks blaze. Admitting that this is what I want is more painful than just accepting it. “Harder!”