Page 42 of A Tale of Two Dukes

“Good. Fucking. Answer,” I groan, slamming my digits into her with each word.

If she notes the burning from the lingering oil on my fingers, she makes no show of it. Pleasure consumes her as she lays her head back, moaning as I drive her closer to release. Pulling out, I laugh at the sheer look of indignation that crosses her face.

“All in good time, my needy little minx. Now then, will you be a good omega for me and stay put?”

“Yes, Your Grace.” There’s a thready tremor of want to her tone, a desperation that sets my teeth on edge.

With a decisive nod, I stride out of the room, closing the door behind me to keep any nosy eyes from prying. From there, it’s only a few flights down to the ice room where I keep my metal tools. Near a large, frozen block, I open a small box and pull out a dull knife.

My cock aches, pulsing with need as I test the edge, ensuring it will not harm her. Excitement runs through my veins as I carry it back with me. I’ll need to work fast so the chill can pebble her skin before the heat of the room turns it back to ordinary metal.

I open the door and see her lying there, my good, obedient little omega. Though I was not gone long, she had plenty of time to move about, but she lies there still, barely breathing. With a wicked grin, I bring the knife up, allowing the flames to glint off the edge.

To her eyes, it probably looks sharp, deadly. It’s all part of the game, a way to give her a taste of danger while keeping my precious kitten safe. Her breasts heave as I walk to her. Uncertainty laces the air, a slightly sour note amidst her sweet perfume of arousal.

I have her right where I want her. Laying the blade against a bare patch of skin at her ribs, I drag the dulled edge up. Kitty whimpers but stays still as I ‘carve’ into her skin—pressing in on some areas while gliding over others.

Soon, the knife reaches the same temperature as our bodies, but the effect is all the same. With every bit of wax I cut from her, she emits these soft sounds, so quiet I almost don’t hear them at first. They’re not whimpers, exactly, but still vibrate with unshakable need.

All that’s left now are her nipples. My cock jerks against my breeches as I bring the knife up the curve of her breasts. With each breath she takes, it urges my knife higher up, gliding against the oil I coated her with earlier.

In truth, I could have just peeled the wax from her body, but what fun would that be? Staring down into her eyes, I hold the edge right at the base of her nipple, pressing in so she feels the blade digging into her. She holds her breath then, not moving, not speaking.

Her eyes are nearly black as she drifts off into that space between heaven and earth. “Where are you, my little kitten?”

“With you, Your Grace,” her words are slightly slurred, sleepy almost, as if caught in a dream.

“I could slide this knife into your skin, you know. Would you like to bleed for me?”

“Your wish is my command, Your Grace.” This time, her voice is warm, languid, and I can no longer resist its siren call.

Dropping the knife, I undo my breeches and slide into her welcoming heat. I don’t even care about the ginger oil that flares between us. All it does is add to the inferno blazing inside of me.

Kitty is boneless as I pound into her, invading her so intimately. The dilator rubs against me through the skin separating the two holes, making the fit tighter, far snugger. There’s no way I’ll last very long. I distract myself, plucking at her nipples to remove the wax.

With each tug, she moans, her body undulating under my touch. We collide together in a clash of skin and need, both of us desperate for release. Gripping her hips, I hold her still as I surge into her, claiming her as mine with my body.

My jaw aches with the effort it takes to stay here and not sink my teeth into her skin. Soon, I promise myself, but not tonight. I no longer give a damn about what’s right and proper. Kitty is mine, and come her next heat, she will bear my mark.

Pistoning in and out, I reach between us, stroking her clit, urging her to release with me. I can’t hold out much longer, and I so desperately need to feel her ripple around my shaft with pleasure. Switching up tactics, I pinch that bundle of nerves, giving her a small bite of pain.

Her erotic explosion is a sight to behold. She arches up, screaming nonsensical words to the heavens. Though I don’t understand what she’s saying, I hear her, I feel her, and I’m as close to being as one with her as I can without sharing a bond.

In some ways, it’s a little frightening being this connected with someone I barely even know. And yet, in my heart, I know her all too well. She’s the other half of my soul, a longing I never knew existed.

With a shout, I slam home one more time as my knot expands. Reaching beneath, I pull out the dilator, just to make sure it doesn’t overwhelm her. Besides, I have all the time in the world to train her to take not only this, but so much more.

Groaning, I sink down onto my elbows, cradling Kitty’s head in my hands. “Damnation, what you do to me. I fear I’ll never be free of you.”

“I suppose I should be grateful then,” she murmurs, her body stretching beneath mine like a cat in a warm spot of sun. “I do not wish freedom from you.”

“In that, then, we are of an accord.”

I capture her lips with mine, pouring every ounce of emotion into that kiss. Still though, as much as I want her, as much as I need to claim her, I must force myself to be rational. My word is my bond, and I will claim this little minx as my own.

But first, I need to put to rest any dealings with Hugh. I cannot have him sniffing around, finding out just how much I’ve grown to have feelings for this precious little omega. If he knew just what she meant to me…

He’s never come out and declared me an enemy, and yet, I know it in my heart to be true. I’m the cause of his brother’s death and his family’s fall from grace. In his mind, I’m the reason for everything. Hugh may seem harmless for now, but there’s still a part of me that worries about what he has planned.