Chapter 33 Naughty little thief
BRYNNE
The sharp, merciless crack of Soma’s palm against my cheek echoes through the room. I’m burning up, and it has everything to do with this annoying creature before me. My cheek stings from the force of her slap, and my dick hardens even after my release, throbbing like it gets off her anger or hate.
Getting a maid to suck me didn’t do the trick. I’m still wound so tight I need another outlet for my frustration.
With my cum splattered over Soma’s chest and face, she looks glorious. The most beautiful I’ve ever seen her. But I’m not satisfied. I want it in more places. Inside her. I want to satiate this anger burning within me.
Soma stoked the flames, so it’s only fair she quells them. And if she can’t, then she’ll burn with me.
“This is the last time,” Soma begins, voice shaking. Her head stays high with stubborn pride. “You’ll do well—”
I don’t let her finish. My hand shoots out, yanking her forward with a force that rips the remaining words from her throat. She stumbles, but before she can steady herself or back away, I push her down onto the bed.
Her eyes widen, bravado faltering as I catch both her wrists in one hand and pin them above her head. The shift happens immediately. Her confidence bleeds into fear, and the realization pours straight into me like electricity.
It’s intoxicating, and my cock twitches, eager to find its way into her. I push again to know what she’s thinking right now, but her mind is still closed to me.
Maybe Kade can break in, but that will be later.
“Don’t fight me,” I warn.
But my body thrills at her resistance. I shove her legs apart with my knee, the fabric of her dress riding high as I drag it up over her hips.
The sight that greets me causes my breath to hitch.
A bare pussy, untouched by the razors others are addicted to, greets my gaze. Dark brown, curly hair frames her folds, hiding her innocence from me.
It’s raw. It’s natural. It’s real.
It’s just enough without being termed unhygienic. Something I didn’t know I craved until now.
How did I miss it that day?
A growl rumbles in my chest. “Perfect,” I mutter, my voice growing huskier. Still, I hold myself back. I’ve been nice about wanting her to leave, but since she won’t take kindness, it’s time to try a new method. “Are you going to accept my offer to get out of Shadowspire or not?”
Soma writhes under me, trying to pull her knees together. I push back, and my cock lands right in the perfect spot between her thighs, and my tip spreads her folds open. Just that simple move forces a hiss out of my lips. She’s too tight.
So that ugly idiot was parading her around the palace without even fucking her? Letting her go through her entire day with no underwear? What a dumbass. That must be why she didn’t run away with him.
“Please,” she chokes out.
“The only words I need from you are yes or no,” I tell her, my voice too calm. “Anything else doesn’t count.”
“Stop,” she begs.
Stubborn till the end, which only makes this more fun.
“Are you leaving Shadowspire?”
Rebellion flares in her eyes, and she tries to wrestle out of my grasp. She’s an omega, so it’s futile. But I can tell she has chosen to stay. In that case, it’s time for her first lesson in disobedience.
My cock hangs heavy between her thighs, straining free from pants I didn’t bother to take off for the maid.
The swollen head presses against her heat. I rock forward just enough for my tip to slip in and let one piercing inside her. The first slick resistance elicits a groan from me. It’s not enough for it to be called sex, but enough to make both of us feel good. At least for me.
Panic flashes in her eyes, and she gasps.
“Keep still. Or I’ll give you a better reason to squirm.”
Her chest heaves, her lips part, and she freezes. She’s finally so obedient, it’s only fair I reward her. My free hand slides down, fingers dragging slowly along her folds.
Damn. She’s wet already.
The sight of her trying not to respond sends a shiver of triumph through me. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, biting hard enough to leave an angry red line.
“You’re not going to make a sound?” I taunt, rubbing my tip against her slits, parting her, and coating myself in her arousal until my body tenses, ready to unleash. Slowly, painfully slowly, I pull back. “We’ll see about that.”
If there’s anything I love, it’s a good challenge. Her eyes squeeze shut when my fingers press harder, stroking lazily and circling her clit without mercy. She trembles beneath me, every muscle taut, each breath a ragged pant.
Still, she makes no sound as my fingers slide deeper, except for the faintest whimper, muffled by her bitten lip.
“So wet,” I tease. “So stubborn. Naughty little thief.”
Drawing back a little, I tug her bottom lip free from her teeth, smearing her wetness over her bruise. She shakes, baring her teeth in warning, but her rebellion sends sparks down my spine. Cock aching, I thrust forward and release at her entrance, slicking her folds with my seed. My fingers slide much easily into her, and I push two inside her, curling them, and working my cum into her tightness.
Tingles lance up my arm, burning through my veins. It’s more intense than when I confronted her in the hallway. This time, it’s not from the heat of her body alone, but something sharper and fiercer that awakens in my chest.
It burns but doesn’t hurt. I ignore it, too consumed with the way her body arches under my touch, and her breath stutters. She convulses, a shudder running through her entire frame. Her mouth opens, but only the smallest sound escapes as a well-deserved orgasm rips through her.
Quiet. Controlled. Beautiful. I pull my fingers free, staring down at her flushed face. Tears spill from her eyes, and I scoff. She can try to deceive someone else.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it,” I say, voice dripping with disdain. Releasing her wrists, I push off the bed. My chest heaves, and my body thrums from that strange burn. I stride toward the bathroom door and pause. “Get out.”
Without waiting for her to leave, I enter the bathroom. The silence charges. I open the mindlink to Kade and tell him: She will leave my room soon.
Once the mindlink is shut, I stumble to the sink and grip the edge. My skin still burns, and the fire claws deeper, growing more restless. My reflection stares back at me from the mirror. Sweat slicks my temples, and my shirt, damp with perspiration, glues to my torso.
The heat surges again, and I concentrate hard, trying to picture the fire taking form. I lift one hand and snap my fingers. A flame bursts to life, small but vivid, dancing at my fingertips. It flickers continuously until it fades, but the triumphant smile stays on my lips. For the first time in my life, I have summoned and controlled a flame.