Wow… he is handsome. Even more handsome in the daylight.
His grin is wide, showcasing those beautiful dimples and sharp canines. I want to run my tongue across his teeth... pull his soft looking curls and sit on his face.
What the hell is wrong with me?
His eyes are something I’ve never seen before. Like sunlit honey pouring over polished amber stones.
“Please, just let me go. I’ll do whatever you want. Just, take the handcuffs off. Please,” I beg nicely.
“How about this? I will heal you, and then I will make you come. How does that sound, little dove? Although, your blood does smell so sweet... It’s very,” He pushes the tip of the blade around my nipple, causing a tiny droplet of blood to roll down my breast. “Tempting,” he finishes.
He quickly waves his hands over my wrists, and immediately, my skin begins to warm and tingle.
I look up at my cuffed hands, and the skin is completely healed.
“That’s going to take some getting used to... Take them off, now.” I demand.
“No, no, no... I said I would heal you. I never said I would free you, little dove. You can’t escape us. We are yours, and you are ours. Forever. The quicker you can accept that, the quicker you can be free.” His calloused hands grip my throat and his finger traces my lip.
Something wicked goes through his head. I can tell by the look on his face.
He grabs the wine bottle from the end table and then brings it to my face. “Suck,” his voice is so demanding, but I like it.
Without even thinking, I open my mouth and begin sucking the neck of the bottle. A noise escapes his lips, making those intoxicating and forbidden sensations return between my legs.
“I want nothing more than to suck this blood right off your tit and lick those fucking wrists clean.” He says wickedly while wetting his full lips with his tongue. He pushes the neck of the wine bottle in and out of my mouth. “I want to cut you with this knife, just so I can lick the blood from it and heal you, over and over again until you beg me to stop.” He pulls the wine bottle away.
Oh, I want that. I want that very badly.
“Why don’t you, then.”
I’m clinically insane…
His booming laugh fills the room. “Oh, I will, little dove. We will fuck in our blood, I promise you that. I will have your blood, and you will have mine once you accept the bond that will happen. But not until you fucking beg for it.”
“Bond? What are you talking about?”
“I thought you figured that out already... you intertwined us when you summoned us and fastened us to your very soul, Dani.” His brows furrow at my confusion.“We belong to you now, Dani. Just like you belong to us, body and soul. There is no undoing it, only completing it. The longer you take to complete, the more mad you’ll go with need… with want,” he takes a sip of wine from his glass and then continues. “You will wear our symbols proudly on your skin. You will taste our blood as we will taste yours, once you are willing to do so, then you will free us from the curse.”
Anger quickly washes over me and so many questions flood my mind. “I will do no such thing! You can’t brand me like cattle! What was that thing in the woods? Can you hear my thoughts, too? Where is Killian?”
“So eager for answers. And here I thought you were eager to come... My mistake. Perhaps I should send Killian in here to handle you instead since I’m not doing it for you.”
The weight on the bed shifts as Dax gets up to leave. Disappointment washes over his face and my heart falls to my stomach.
“No!” I pause for a moment as he stops. “Please... please don’t go. I-I want you... I mean, I want to.”Heat rises to my face as I’m embarrassed feeling so turned on right now.
“You want to what, Dani? Do you want to come? Do you want to scream my name like you did Adonis’ while I eat that pretty little pussy of yours? You want to scream as you fuck this wine bottle?”
Woah. What now?My mouth falls open. I can’t ignore the throb in between my legs with his words.
He walks over to me again and rubs his finger over my lips. Instinctively, I open my mouth and suck. My tongue swirls around his finger and I do a mental backflip from the shocked look on his face.
Dax sucks in a breath; his amber eyes darken again.
He then replaces his finger with the wine bottle again and demands, “Suck.”
I open my mouth, run my tongue along the bottle, and then put it in my mouth. Making sure to do my best dick-sucking face. I glance down at Dax’s pants, feeling satisfied at the very large bulge.
