The pain in him called to the pain in me.

And I needed a hint of that to fall over that edge.

“Hurt me,” I whimpered, hips shoving into his face as I sought more.

The grip he held over my thigh turned bruising, and he shoved them further apart with elbow and hand. The edges of bones dug into my soft flesh, bringing me a bite among the pleasure of his fingers and tongue.

“Yes,” I hissed, head tipping back.

“Eyes on me, little imposter,” Rokath commanded in my mind. I snapped my attention down, catching his wicked gaze. His heavy brows pinched, his focus on utterly ravishing me. “You come when I say you come, Assyria. You are mine to command, mine to protect, mine to pleasure.”

My walls clenched over his fingers. Rokath dragged them out to the first knuckle. A cry of protest slipped out of me. He slammed them into the hilt before the sound had died on my lips. Again, my walls fluttered. Especially as he curled over that spot again. “I don’t think I can hold on much longer,” I said, lips morphing into an O as he sucked my clit. “Fuck. Do that again. Please.”

He did, adding a rake of his teeth for good measure. “When you come, scream my name. Scream it loud enough that those fucking Angels hear you.”

“Yes, Halálhívó,” I whimpered, for that was the voice he’d used with me. There was no use in denying that in the throes of pleasure, I fucking loved when he spoke to me in that commanding tone.

He moaned, long and low, against me. The vibration mixed with the rapid pulse of his fingers. The edge of ecstasy emerged. Eyes locked on his, I raced toward it, walls pulsing. With one last nip, I leaped. Careening through the air, losing all semblance of space and time, as pleasure swelled.

“Halálhívó!” I screamed, fingers going numb from the way I dug them into the skulls of our enemies.

My mate continued to work me as sweat beaded and tumbled down my brow, entire body trembling from the force of the pleasure wrung from me. When my breath finally returned, he released me. I panted as he rose to his full height. The tattoos decorating his frame looked even more deadly in the low light. He crooked his fingers, and I sat forward. “Suck them clean.”

My arousal glistened over them, and I took them in my mouth much like I had with his cock. I tasted myself, earthy and sweet, while heat flared in his eyes. When I’d finished, I released them with a pop.

Rokath stripped out of the remainder of his clothes, until his entire lethal body was bared to me. He gripped his massive length and stroked.

“Who am I to you, Assyria?” An undercurrent of violence threaded his tone, and my thighs trembled.

“My mate,” I rasped.

He stepped forward, his dick level with my face. With his free hand he cupped my chin and tilted my head to look up at him.

“And?”

“My protector,” I whimpered, tongue flicking over my lips to wet them.

He smoothed my mussed hair before fisting a bundle at the base of my skull. “Keep going.”

A tremor wracking my frame as energy crackled between us. “Please, I need you inside me.” My core wept at how close his cock was to me.

Using my hair, he yanked me to my feet and captured my mouth in a bruising kiss. His tongue swiped insistently against the seam of my lips, and I opened for him, tasting myself once again. He tasted himself too, salty tang and musk mixing. His teeth dug into my bottom lip as he grasped my hips and hauled me up his hard body.

Spinning, he planted himself on the throne so I was straddling him again. I rolled my hips against his, a sob wrenching from me as finally no barrier remained between us.

“I’ll tell you what you are to me, Assyria,” Rokath growled, fisting his hardness and lining himself with my entrance.

I wrapped my hands around his neck to steady myself, preparing for the way he’d stretch me.

“You are why my blade will swing with renewed fervor.”

He pressed against me, and my breath hitched.

“You are my reason for breathing.”

One. Fucking. Inch. All he gave me when I was dying for the entirety of him.

“You are my pain.”

A whimper escaped me as he offered me a meager amount more.

“You are my pleasure.”

Arousal gushed from my thighs as the tip finally entered me.

“You are the only female I’ve ever loved. The only I will ever love.”

“Rokath,” I breathed, the word utterly wanton. A wet, slick noise filled the air as he slid deeper inside me.

“You are my mate. I’d kill a million soldiers to hear those three words spill from your pretty lips. To hear my name on them as you shatter around my cock. To feel your cunt pulse as I drag out your pleasure.”

“Rokath, please,” I begged, opening the floodgates to my desperation.

If I don’t have him inside me right now, I’ll perish.

In one powerful thrust, he seated himself to the hilt. Our skin slapped with so much force he sent me bouncing up before I landed roughly on him again. “Fates,” I cursed, stars of desire dancing in my vision.

Rokath dug his fingers into my ass and dragged me against his hardness. My clit rubbed against the squares of his muscles. A ragged breath fled my lungs.

“Only I am your Fate,” Rokath growled, repeating the motion.

He was so deep, so thick inside me, every nerve was alive from the touch of him.

“No one holds power over you like I do.”

“No,” I whimpered back, rolling my hips and setting a rhythm that had me racing to that blissful edge once again. “Just like no one holds power over you but me.”

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. “They are not one in the same.”

“We’ll see about that,” I panted, trembling as I continued to chase my release.

Rokath guided me up and down his length, a primal groan escaping him as I rocked harder, faster. Sweat slicked my spine, but I didn’t care. A forceful throb drove into my walls, which tightened in response. I was so, so close…

Rokath tightened his grip on my waist, stilling my movements. My mouth flew open, ready to admonish him, but the merciless expression on his face silenced me. “Say those three words and I’ll let you come.”

I tried to snatch at what I so urgently needed. That only served to make Rokath dig in more. “I love you, Rokath,” I whimpered. He was right, my cunt was a greedy little thing.

“Good girl.” He hardened even more inside me. A gasp wedged in my throat as he angled my hips and dragged me along him again.

“Oh, fuck, Rokath⁠—”

“That’s it, little imposter, come for me. Scream my name again. My real name,” he ground out, keeping his pace exactly as I needed it as I careened over the edge.

“Rokath!” I cried again, the volume, the intensity of my words unmitigated. My voice echoed in my ears as ecstasy shattered through me like I’d hit the ground after leaping over a cliff. It robbed me of all thought, all sense except for pulse after pulse of my core.

“I love you, Assyria,” he rasped into my neck, sinking his teeth over my fluttering heartbeat like he was digging the words into my skin. He thrust into me from below, skin slapping to accompany his forceful grunts. “When the Weaver wanted to create perfection, she wove you.”

Dizzy, I collapsed into his arms, clinging to him like he was my life—because he was. “I love you, Rokath. Your strength, your protection, your devotion. All of it.”

A low moan escaped him and he clenched me tighter against him. “More,” he spoke into my mind.

“You and I are made for each other. Our fire. Our passion. Our pain,” I panted. My thighs trembled from the position he held me in. Another orgasm rose, fast and hard.

“Come with me,” he commanded.

“Yes,” I managed to get out before I was overcome again. Rokath’s teeth sank in again, and the metallic tang of blood filled my nostrils. He groaned, and then he pulled me off of him, letting his cum spill all over the throne of bones.