Braving Fate (The Mythean Arcana 1)

End goal? Gods, he wanted to be her end goal.

This had to stop. He wouldn’t make it through tonight, and his brain was getting whiplash from his conflicting desires.

“Diana, you have to let me go.” Please listen to me, I canna last through this. “This won’t work—it’s dangerous. What if someone breaks in?”

She just looked down at him, knowledge and power and determination in her eyes.

“I’ll release you if someone breaks in.” Then she smiled. “Or I’ll just kill them myself.” She kissed him again, and then sat back up on his stomach. She reached up and caressed her breasts. “I think I should take this off. What do you think?”

The sight of her stroking herself made his cock twitch. He wanted her to slip a hand beneath her panties while she fondled her breasts. He glanced down at them, unable to resist. She was hot and wet on his stomach where she sat, and when he looked down, she laughed. “Those too. Eventually.”

Diana reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She slowly peeled it from her shoulders and tossed it aside. Her breasts were small and perfect, topped with pink nipples that his tongue ached to caress.

“Would you like to taste?”

Aye, please. He should jerk his head to the side, away from her, but he’d rather die than look away.

She smiled and leaned over him, running one nipple over his closed lips. He tried to resist, but the feel of her soft flesh running across his lips was torture. He could hear her breath above his head, heavy and wanting. His woman wanted, and he ached to provide.

He broke, opening his lips so that his tongue could lave her nipple. She moaned and began to tremble.

“Untie me, lassie. I’ll make it good for you.” He honestly didn’t know if he’d pin her to the bed and fuck her senseless or if he’d have the honor to walk away. He could control himself if he really tried. He’d give her pleasure, and aye, take his own, but he’d have the control not to take it all the way.

She dragged herself away from him. “Not unless you’re ready to tell me what I want to know.”

He shook his head.

“Fine. I’m not nearly done with you anyway.”

But this time she turned away from him, rising on all fours so that her knees were placed on either side of his head and she hovered above him.

Christ, no’ this. Anything but this.

Her sex, glistening and pink behind the transparent lace of her panties, hovered just over his mouth. He stared, riveted, and strained harder at his bonds. Cadan inhaled deeply of her scent and felt his cock throb. She smelled of woman and sex and happiness.

The bonds cutting into his wrists didn’t register. So close. His fantasy was so close that he could have reached up and peeled the lace away from her body with his teeth if he hadn’t been tied up. He wanted to lick her, taste her, feel her come against his mouth—and yet she hovered, just out of reach.

“Please.” He groaned. She had to stop this. He ached. His tongue ached to taste her, his mind ached from resisting, and his cock ached for her to take him into her mouth and put him out of his misery.

Then her breathing changed. His own caught in his throat as he felt the heat of her against his cock. He shouted as his shaft sank into her hot mouth.

The pleasure. Excruciating.

Her hand closed over his balls, caressing them as she worked her mouth over his shaft. Just a bit more. It would take almost nothing for him to come like this. Just a bit more.

But she stopped, as if she knew how close he was.

He gasped as she slowly withdrew her mouth from his cock. “Ah, be a good lassie and finish what you started.”

Diana gave his balls one last light squeeze before she removed her hand and straddled him once again.

“Maybe…if you’ve changed your mind about telling me what I want to know.” She looked down at him, her eyes almost hypnotic.

His cock begged him to tell her.

“Nay.” He had barely a thought left in his head, but this was something he couldn’t do. No matter how much he wanted her.

“As I feared.” But she didn’t look disappointed. “Tell me, Cadan, is it true what I read in the library? That your kind are impervious to illness? And you don’t carry it?” She drifted a hand down her stomach and slipped it into her panties. He couldn’t tear his eyes away as he answered.