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“Why didn’t you?” I gasped.
“I didn’t want an audience for this.”
Unbidden, my mind conjured up the memory of the time he’d watched me across the lawn while some Fae woman knelt between his legs openly sucking his cock. The thought of it sent a tiny spark of anger through me. “Really? As I recall, you don’t mind an audience, my lord.”
His eyes flashed, and I was sure he knew exactly where my memory had gone. “Were you jealous, rebel?”
“Of you?” I scoffed. “Hardly. I didn’t think she was that pretty, personally.“
He laughed darkly before reaching down and gripping my chin forcing my face up to meet his gaze. “With you, there will neverbe an audience, because you’re mine and I’d kill anyone who so much as looked at you.”
He yanked me forward, using the hand in my hair to push me down to my knees on the cold stone floor of the balcony. Something low in my stomach clenched in anticipation.
I knew we were playing a game—that he wouldn’t really hurt me—but some dark part of me hoped he might try. After all some pain could be fun, even life-affirming, and Scion knew more about how to cause pain than any other being on this continent.
I rose up on my knees, the cool leather of his belt brushing against my fingers as I inched forward. My hands trembled slightly as I reached for his waistband, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. With careful precision, I undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, my heart racing with anticipation. As I snaked my hand inside, I could feel his thick cock pulsating with desire. Scion let out a low growl and his grip on my hair tightened when I ran the nail of my thumb over the sensitive head.
“Stop playing,” he growled.
A smile curved my lips as I freed his cock from his pants, finding him already hard and ready for me. I leaned forward to replace my fingers with my mouth. I ran my tongue up his length, savoring the taste of him and relishing in the way he responded to my touch. Taking him fully into my mouth, I swirled my tongue around him, feeling him grow even harder with each passing moment.
I leaned back on my heels and took him out of my mouth just far enough to speak. I looked up at him through my lashes. “Is this supposed to be you punishing me?”
He looked down at me through a mixture of lust and defiance.
I drew in a sharp intake of breath as something soft and light brushed over my core, sending a spark of pleasure through me.
“What was-” I looked down and broke off, realizing that there were dark shadows swirling along the ground and all around where I knelt.
I gasped again, and it turned into a moan when again a feather light touch danced over my most sensitive skin. It felt like warm breath, but somehow more solid. As if he’d taken a paintbrush and lightly stroked my clit.
The shadows moved higher, covering my entire body and brushing against my neck, down my chest and over my tight nipples. My pulse quickened, my entire body coming alive as goosebumps erupted over my entire body and I felt myself growing wet between my thighs.
Then without warning, a tiny spark of pain lashed me, adding a small jolt of electricity to the stroking shadows.
I went back to teasing his cock, determined to give back just as much pleasurable torment as I was receiving.
Scion pushed my hair back from my face with his real hands, while his shadowy fingers danced over my skin, stroking and pinching every inch of my body. Pleasure and sensation poured over me, until I wanted to climb out of my own skin just to escape the exquisite pleasure of it.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice shaking with authority as well as the effort to control himself.
I looked up, meeting his gaze as I sucked him deeper into the back of my throat.
Scion swore, and titled his head back groaning with pleasure. Then, abruptly he pulled back “You’ve got to stop that, rebel, or I'll come and I’m not nearly ready to be done with you yet.”
Yanking me to my feet, Scion backed me toward the railing of the balcony. I glanced back once, feeling just slightly nervous as he lifted me until my ass was positioned firmly on the railing.
“Lean back,” he said roughly.
I gave him an odd look. There was nothing behind me except open air and a fall that would undoubtedly shatter every bone in my body.
Scion’s gaze flicked behind me, and smirked. “Trust me.”
To illustrate his point, I felt the air behind me thicken. The shadows wrapped around me, cradling my body and preventing me from falling.
He slowly pushed my skirt up my thighs, then reached underneath the fabric and dragged his fingers over my throbbing core. With a smirk, he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked. “You taste so fucking perfect, rebel.”
He bent down, his strong arms lifting my legs and draping them over his broad shoulders, and pressed his mouth to my core.
