Vision of Seduction (14 page)

Sela's eyes darkened with lust.

"What did you tell the human when she caught you?"

The heat of Sela's body taunted him, and he had to force himself to

concentrate on answering her. "I convinced her she left the chain off the

door and I let myself in." He ground his teeth as he thought of all the time

and energy he had wasted on this human. His only consolation was that if

he stayed in Sela's favor, he would get to fuck the Seer while Sela plunged

the knife into Rita's throat during the ceremonial sacrifice. His cock

hardened further at the thought. "Those damned Klatch are everywhere,

and at least four shadow Rita at all times. It took me all day to find a hole

in their defenses to sneak into her house. There was absolutely no chance to

go into the shop—it's guarded like a fortress. It's been very difficult to keep

my team from killing the Klatch guard."

Sela's eyes hardened. "No one is to touch those Klatch, do you understand?

We need them to think Rita is of no consequence to us. We need them to

think our plan lies elsewhere." She stepped closer and brought her face

next to Aedan's so she could whisper in his ear. "Can you manage that,

Aedan, or should I find someone else who can?"

The sharp pain of Sela's teeth against the tender skin of his ear pulled a

groan from him as pre-come pooled at the tip of his cock inside his tight

jeans. "Well, Aedan?" Sela literally purred against his ear as she brushed

her hard nipples over his chest. "Are you man enough for this task and any

others I might have for you?"

He swallowed hard, reminding himself she hadn't given permission to

touch her yet. To touch her before that would be a grave and painful error,

one that Sela enjoyed taunting him to make. "I can keep my team in check,

my queen. I can do anything you ask."

Sela stepped back and traced her red-tipped index finger down Aedan's

stomach and over his engorged cock. "Have your informant keep an eye

out for any opportunity to get the Seer to return to Earth on her own.

Otherwise we will have to take her by force, and that could prove very

messy." She cupped him and squeezed hard, her sharp nails digging into

his sensitive shaft through the denim.

Aedan gasped. His blood heated, and his balls drew up tight against his

body in anticipation of whatever Sela might do next.

"Did you save some of this for me, or did fucking that mousy bitch tonight

wear you out?" Sela's voice came out low and dangerous. Aedan hid a

smile as he detected what he thought was a note of jealousy.

"Everything I have is for you, my queen." He deliberately used the title,

playing to Sela's vanity. "Will you allow me to fulfill your every desire?"

An angry grimace marred her pale features even as her blue eyes darkened

with lust. "Everyone out!" Her voice echoed across the room, and the

guards who had accompanied Aedan or who routinely stayed inside Sela's

chambers left and closed the door behind them. Sela's gaze never wavered

from Aedan's.

Aedan resisted a smug smile. He knew Sela would never risk her most

secret desires becoming public knowledge. She would not only lose the

respect of the male Cunts, but the fear that kept the entire race in line.

"You know what I want," she whispered urgently as though afraid

someone would hear even that small admission. "You have until dawn to

make me forget all about your failure the other night."

Triumph surged through Aedan's veins. Sela trusted very few with her

occasional fantasy. The fact that she wanted this now was a good sign for

all his plans. Besides, this was a personal favorite of his as well.

It wasn't often that Sela liked to be dominated in any arena. "I promise you,

Sela, you won't be disappointed. And you know what I want before dawn."

"I'll never ask you for that—you'll have to take it by force or go without."

Her voice had a low, desperate edge to it. He knew Sela hoped he would

lose control and take—which had become a contest between them.

"We shall see," he said, finally allowing himself the smug smile. He reached

out and grabbed her thin wrap in both hands and yanked hard. The sound

of ripping cloth filled the room.

Sela stumbled to her knees as he stripped her bare, but she stubbornly

remained silent.

The musky scent of Sela's arousal filled the air around Aedan, and he

laughed as he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her toward the bed.

"Your body betrays you already, Sela. It knows you like to be treated like

the slut you are."

She kicked and fought, but per the rules of her own game, he used no

magic, and his physical strength was much greater than hers.

He, on the other hand, was allowed to use any means necessary to achieve

his objective—although they both preferred physical force.

Aedan dragged her toward the four short stairs to the bed before he

loosened his grip on her hair. Unable to adjust from his sudden release, her

head thunked against the carpet as her shoulder hit the wooden bed frame.

Sela growled and lunged forward to bite him. Aedan sidestepped quickly

and backhanded her across the cheek, using all his strength. The sound of

flesh hitting flesh filled his ears, and his blood pumped faster. The impact

reverberated down his arm, and he nearly came in his pants from the

resulting adrenaline rush.

Sela flew backward to land hard against the footboard. She sat slumped,

but her eyes fluttered open, which told Aedan she was only stunned.

He took advantage of her disorientation to bend down and grab Sela

around the middle, her soft skin a definite temptation.

He knew better than to trust her before she was restrained. He had never

dared before—had never braved her wrath and fury but rather enjoyed the

illusion of forcing her to submit to him by restraint. In fact, he still had a

scar from the first time alone with her. She had bitten his inner thigh—only

because he had moved at the last minute so that she missed one of his balls.

Other than the fact that Sela agreed not to use magic, there were absolutely

no rules in this competition—other than those Aedan had added in their

battle of wills.

Aedan draped her over the raised footboard, the one-inch-thick frame

hitting right at the top of her thighs where her torso would bend forward.

While he held her down with an open palm against the small of her back,

he snugged one restraint over her right ankle. A quick tug pulled it tight

against the bottom of the bed frame, which locked her foot in place on the

floor.

Sela began to stir, finally recovering from the blow. The second she realized

he had captured one leg, she began to curse and squirm under him, kicking

back with her free leg and bucking against the footboard like an angry

bronco. "I'll rip your puny dick off with my teeth, you bastard!"

Aedan waited for her to break her own rule and use magic, but when that

blow never came, he smiled grimly. Sela wanted this, but her pride would

never allow her to admit it.

Still pressing his palm against the small of her back, Aedan smacked his

open palm across her luscious ass, which stopped her cursing and earned

him a low moan from Sela.

"You didn't threaten to rip off my cock when I was fucking you senseless a

few nights ago, Sela. If I remember correctly, you begged me to come

inside you." A perfect red handprint marred her creamy skin, and he

smacked the other ass cheek even harder, which made her gasp. The smell

of her female musk hung heavy in the air around him.

Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, he leaned his elbow across

her lower back, ignoring her thrashing even as she scored deep furrows

down the back of his arms with her nails. With his free arm, he wrestled

her other foot into the restraint and pulled it tight.

"Bastard!" Sela screamed as she struggled against her bonds, her

movements becoming frantic.

Aedan leaned over her, still using the weight of his body to hold her down

so he could capture her flailing arms. He pulled them over her head and

held both wrists in one of his hands, leaving his other hand free to roam

over the soft skin of her back and the sides of her breasts.

Sela continued to struggle underneath him, her breath coming in short

gasps, her voice becoming scratchy and hoarse as she continued to scream

and curse at him.

Aedan used magic to bind her hands to the bed over her head, and then he

grabbed a handful of her golden hair in his fist, yanking hard.

Only a small squeak escaped through Sela's lips as he pulled her head back

at an awkward angle. "You know you want this, Sela. You want to beg me.

Why don't you push past your pride and just admit it."

Sela spit in his face, which made him laugh at her spunk. "You haven't won

yet," she whispered through gritted teeth.

Aedan ran the tip of his tongue down her cheek and then jumped away

when she snapped her teeth at him. "I love it when you play rough, Sela.

One of these days you'll freely admit that you love being my personal

whore."

Sela bucked against her restraints like a wild animal caught in a trap, and

Aedan let go of her hair and ignored her struggles.

He calmly walked around the bed to pick up two restraint cuffs, fastened

into the headboard, attached to nylon rope that could be winched tighter or

looser to meet the needs of any occasion. "I've been looking forward to

using these on you ever since they were installed. I can't wait."

Sela collapsed against the bed, gasping for air and staring at him with

blatant hatred. "Fuck you, Aedan. You've gone too far this time. At dawn

I'll kill you and scatter the body parts around the city."

Aedan shook his head. Sela was a powerful woman, and this was the only

way she could allow herself to let go of her control—role-playing and

losing herself inside the rules of their agreement. He hoped to use that

particular weakness against her and addict her to her secret life as his

personal plaything. What a terrific way to keep his queen in check.

"Make no mistake, Sela, you'll scream my name before morning. You

always do. And this time you'll beg me to fuck that beautiful ass. You

know that's what I want, and you also know you want to give it to me." He

snugged the restraints around each of her wrists and then, using a tendril

of energy, tightened the winch at the end of the headboard until Sela's

body formed an L, her torso parallel with the top of the bed but suspended

at least six inches above it.

Sela cried out as the tension reached just beyond what was comfortable—

her lower body was captured tight against the footboard.

This left her at the perfect height for fucking or anything else Aedan might

have in mind. Her breasts hung down invitingly, her tight, pink nipples

suspended above the comforter, which would allow him to slide

underneath her on the bed, or just to reach around and torture those

luscious peaks.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork. Sela's legs were spread in a

wide vee, which showed him a tantalizing glimpse of her glistening pink

slit and the tight pucker of her ass that begged for his attention.

The two previous times he had played this game with Sela, she had

screamed his name on numerous occasions, but he had yet to enter her ass.

In fact, when he had first suggested it, she had kicked him in the crotch,

leaving him writhing on the floor.

However, because she hadn't killed him, it wasn't too difficult to figure out

her secret desires. Sela didn't often let anyone else play dominant, so she

had probably never had a cock fill her tight hole. He planned on not only

being the first but having her beg him for the honor.

She was an extremely stubborn woman and had so far held out on that

count. But he had used their past encounters well and knew her body

craved it even if her pride was loathe to admit it. He planned to use her

dark desire against her, and tonight he would win.

Aedan unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, freeing his hard cock with a

sigh of relief. He enjoyed the way Sela's entire body tensed as he stepped

behind her and rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down her silky

slit.

Sela groaned, and her hands fisted inside her restraints. Aedan continued

his slow, sensual assault, careful not to rub his cock against either her ass

or down toward her clit. "Why don't you let yourself fully enjoy tonight,

Sela. Tell me what I want to hear right now and I'll spend the entire night

fucking you hard in every way you've secretly dreamed of."

As soon as his last words died away, he rubbed himself over her tight ass

and smiled as she jerked in response. He pulled away, and Sela's body

shuddered, but she remained quiet. "All right, you leave me no choice but

to take what I want. Not your body, but your begging."

He grabbed a handful of Sela's hair as he positioned himself at the entrance

to her pussy. A quick, hard thrust fully seated him inside her tight channel

while he yanked back on her hair. Her internal muscles milked him,

begging him to move, but he gritted his teeth and remained perfectly still.