He stilled, and I slammed my eyes open, mouth popping with a protest. But the riotous tumble of fury and guilt in his eyes silenced me. “I am your master. I am your Halálhívó. I am your Fate.”

Something primal purred inside of me at his words, and as he dragged himself all the way out of me, I nearly wept.

He slammed back into me, sending stars shooting again. “Pray to me and beg for my forgiveness for your sins.”

Wetness gushed between us, making slick sounds as he slid out. “Now,” he ordered, hips spearing into mine.

“Oh, fuck!” I gasped at the sensation of him being so thick and so deep inside me.

His hand gripped my throat and half-lifted me off the bed. “I will not ask again. Pray.”

What he was asking was so fucked up, and yet I dripped for it. Heat scorched my cheeks as I opened my mouth and wetted my lips. “Please forgive me for running.”

A growl rumbled through him as he released me back to the bed. Then, he pulled out again and slapped his dick on the sensitive nerves at the apex of my thighs before swirling his head over them. Ecstasy coursed through me, and I pushed back into him, wanting, needing more.

A warning noise had me stilling my movements. “Keep going,” he instructed, running the tip along my slit now. My walls clenched, wanting him inside me again. I was so close to the edge from this exchange of words alone.

“Rokath, please let me come.” I wasn’t above begging for pleasure, not after the indescribable orgasm he had given me during our first coupling.

The head slid into me, and a feral grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Beg me for more. Beg me for every inch.”

“There are too many, it would take too long,” I whimpered, trying to scoot down so he’d sink deeper inside me.

A masculine sound slipped out of him, and he spread my legs wider. “Then I suggest you hurry before I decide we need to move out for the day.”

My mouth popped open. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I most certainly would, little imposter. You deserve a punishment, and denying you another orgasm seems like as good as any. In fact,” he pulled out of me but kept my legs pinned open. He lowered his head so it hovered mere inches from my core. “I think that is the course of action I will take now. After all, you came after your punishment last time, and I did not.”

Shadows swirled from his palms, wrapping around my legs and pinning them. They snaked up my torso and around my uninjured arm, securing it as well. I struggled against them, but it was no use. With a cruel grin, Rokath fisted himself and pumped, watching me fight against his magic restraints.

“You are the biggest asshole in all of Keleti,” I snapped, trying to lift my hips to where his cock hovered.

“Tell me something I don’t know, little imposter,” he growled, working faster over his hardness. The tip beaded and dripped onto my core, the disturbance of air from his movement only winding me up more.

“This isn’t fair,” I groaned.

“You already came once,” Rokath gritted out, balls tightening.

Fates, he’s huge.

Suddenly, the restraints fell away, and I was lifted, flipped, turned, until I was on my knees, propped up by his shadows with my face a breath from the weeping tip. “Open that smart mouth,” Rokath commanded.

I slammed my lips shut and glared. “Make me.”

Dark fire ignited in his burgundy eyes. “You have no idea what those words do to me.”

Strong fingers gripped my jaw and pressed. A gasp fled me as my mouth dropped open. I tried to pull back, but Rokath was stronger than me, and between his hand and his shadows, I was locked firmly in place.

Vagach had never taken me this way. I’d never had my mouth around a male before, and I wasn’t sure what to do—not like I could do much of anything with the way Rokath restrained me.

“No one before me?” he rasped, his voice rougher than the rocks I’d raced across during my escape attempt.

“Never,” I whimpered, a tremble overtaking me.

“Fuck,” he swore, tipping his head to the ceiling and closing his eyes. “You are too perfect for me, Assyria.” When his focus snapped down again, he caressed the side of my face with his knuckles. “Prepare to feel alive.”

Then, he cupped my chin and pressed his fingers into my jaw. The taste of my release and his cock filled my mouth as he shoved into me. His other hand moved to my hair, wrapping the braid around his fist. I could scarcely breathe around the girth filling my mouth.

Rokath was merciless, using his hips and his grips to fuck my mouth. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat, and my nose wasn’t even close to his belly. Tears streamed down my face as he went deeper, deeper, until I thought I would suffocate.

And yet, a wicked thrill swept through me, and everything but the feel of him across my tongue vanished.

“That’s it, cry for me, Assyria, while I punish your smart mouth,” he growled, hips jerking faster. Impossibly, he thickened in my mouth, and my stomach lurched as he buried himself to the hilt. Ropes of hot cum slathered the back of my throat, and Rokath held me there, ensuring I took every last drop he had to offer me.

Only when his cock stopped jerking did he pull out, keeping me suspended by his shadows. Serrated air dragged through my lungs and the room slowed its spin. Chest heaving, sweat rolling, he backed away from me, though the darkness in his eyes had not abated.

An icy shiver swept down my spine, and I got the sense we were far from done.

He strode toward the basin across the room, dipping a rolled towel into the water and wiping himself clean. Then, he returned to my side and cleaned me too. Only after he’d retreated again did he release his magic.

If I wasn’t so turned on and reeling from our interaction, I would have been impressed with the control over his shadows.

“Get dressed, we need to get moving,” Rokath growled, pulling on a pair of discarded pants.

All I could do was blink at him. “That’s it?”

He cocked his head at me as he buttoned them. “Would you like there to be more? Because I am more than happy to take your punishment to the next level and let the entire camp watch me fuck your mouth next time.”

My teeth snapped shut with an audible click. I hurled a glare at him so filled with hatred that I hoped it would burn him. Still naked, I slid off the bed and searched for my bag. Having one immobile arm made it impossible to open. I braced a foot above the buckle and yanked on the strap with my good hand, but it didn’t budge.

With a sigh threaded with annoyance, Rokath nudged me aside and opened it for me, pulling out pants and the short sleeved leather tunic. “Unfortunately, you’ll need my help to dress.”

“I’d rather die than let you touch me again,” I snarled.

Rokath crossed his arms over his chest and regarded me like a petulant child. “If you’d like to ride at the front of the Demon army naked, then by all means.”

His threat was an idle one, for the moment the last word crossed his lips, something that felt a lot like jealousy speared down our bond. A slow, challenging smile spread across my face. “I suppose I will.”

As I suspected, a flash of rage crossed his eyes, and a muscle feathered in his jaw, visible beneath the thick scruff that adorned it. His stare was as icy as the spray from the Graz River. I could almost see his mind working over what to say, what to do next.

Internally, I patted myself on the back for backing him into this corner.

Externally, I crossed my arms extra tight, ensuring his attention momentarily flicked to my breasts.

A growl, menacing and low, tore from his throat. “You’ll burn under the sun, and I can’t deal with any more pain down our bond at the moment.”

Shadows swirled again, and I stepped back, releasing a taunting laugh. “Just admit that you can’t stand the thought of another male admiring my figure, Rokath.”