I’m tempted, I say, my own core still throbbing as I release him from my mouth. But what I really want, est xsaya, is to see you lose control inside me.
Memnon is breathing heavily, staring down at me from where he leans. In the moonlight, his eyes glint like coins, his scar a darker shadow than the rest. He looks as though he were born from the darkness, the angles of his features sharp and wicked.
“I wanted to wait until you didn’t hate me so much,” he says softly.
Is that why he’s always stopped short of sex with me? If so, that’s…annoyingly noble.
I shake my head. “I called you here tonight for some quick, meaningless sex,” I say. “If you’re not up for that, you can leave.” It hurts to say this last part, but my arousal will pass. I’m not going to use our bond to force him to stay if he doesn’t want to.
Memnon crouches in front of me, not bothering to pull up his pants and tuck himself away.
“Est amage, you and I both know I don’t do fast fucks, and I definitely don’t do meaningless ones.” He regards me for a long moment. “I can eat you out until sunrise and beyond, but if you want me inside you, those are my terms.”
I narrow my gaze at him, my breath ragged. “You do know I can command you.” I think he’s forgotten who has the upper hand here.
He tilts my chin. “Then command me,” he challenges. “I willingly gave you that power over me.” Memnon stares at me a little longer. “Otherwise, those are my terms.” When I don’t say anything, he leans in. “I think, even caught up in whatever potion you’ve taken, you do still want deep connection, and you want to feel safe when everything else is out of control.” He pauses for a moment. “That’s all I ask for, Empress.”
There is a lot of nuance to his demands; it would probably be simpler if I sent Memnon away or stuck to oral. I don’t want that.
My eyes drop to his lips. “Kiss me,” I breathe.
In an instant, his mouth is on mine. His lips are a memory, and with every stroke of them, I awaken. I’m Roxilana, and I am Selene.
“Do you still want me?” he whispers against my lips.
I nod against him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He grins against me, pleased, so pleased. Like he’s gotten everything he wants. His hands hook beneath my arms, and he lifts me up, twisting us so that it’s my back that hits the tree. The sorcerer lifts me high, high up over him, his magic twisting around my waist and beneath my thighs to keep me pinned there. I stare down at his face, confused at why I’m so much higher than even he is.
Until, of course, I realize my pussy is eyelevel for him.
“Nice panties,” he says a moment before he snaps them off. “Now, legs over my shoulders,” he commands.
“Wait, what?” I say dazedly. “I want you to fuck me.”
He leans forward and nips my dress and what he can of my pussy, and I yelp, bucking against him.
“We’ll get to that eventually.” He gives my ass a squeeze. “Over my shoulders, feisty witch,” he says again.
I do as he says before I can think better of it, only slightly miffed that he’s the one bossing me around.
He steps in close, forcing my legs farther apart. While his magic holds me in place, his hands caress the outsides of my thighs, pushing my dress up to my waist.
Cold air hits my pussy.
“Memnon,” I gasp, staring down at him.
“Hold on to my hair, est amage. I want to feel your pussy grinding against my face.”
Goddess, but he’s such a dirty talker. My chest is heaving faster and faster with my arousal. The anticipation has taken me right to the edge. He could barely touch me, and it would set me off.
My hands thread through his hair. Flashing me a hungry look, he leans forward.
Mere inches from my core, I tug on that hair of his, pulling him away.
“Mercy, little witch, do you want to feel good or not?”
I glance down at the sorcerer and take in his ferocious, violent beauty. My heart is beating fast, so fast, and I feel vulnerable.
“This is just for tonight,” I say, watching him carefully. “It won’t be a regular thing.”
“Of course,” Memnon says smoothly, his gaze unfaltering. I should be skeptical of his easy agreement after all his earlier demands, but honestly, I want this too bad to peer closely at his reasons.
Just for tonight, I repeat to myself silently. Just because of the brew.
“Now,” Memnon says, running a hand up and down my outer thigh, “will you let me taste you?”
“Yes.”
I’ve barely gotten the word out when Memnon’s mouth is on me.
I gasp as his lips move against me, my hold tightening on him, and I’m rising, rising, rising—
“Memnon!” I cry out as I come.
He continues eating me out as I come, and holy fucking Goddess, it’s too much. I make tormented, helpless noises.
“If you think I’m stopping just because you came quick,” he says against me, “here’s your notice—I’m not.”
I don’t know whether to curse him or thank him, because no sooner has my orgasm begun to ebb than my arousal comes roaring back.
Memnon teases all my sensitive spots before slipping a tongue in me. I moan, pressing my core closer to his mouth. My world has come down to the point of contact where Memnon’s mouth meets my pussy.
“Tastes like fucking ambrosia, mate,” he says as he works me with his mouth. The man eats me out with a hunger reserved for starving men, his hands kneading my thighs.
His mouth moves to my clit, and he is merciless. I move against his face, grinding against him like he wanted me to, my body desperate for more. I pinch my eyes shut, leaning my head back against the rough tree bark, writhing against him as sensation rapidly builds in me all over again.
Before it can pitch me over the edge, Memnon moves away from my pussy, lowering me.
I cry out at the loss of his touch, my eyes opening.
The sorcerer’s own eyes are taking in every inch of my face like he’s committing it to memory. “Do you still want me, est amage?” he asks when we’re at eye level.
I nod, my core feeling painfully empty.
“Then command me,” he says.
“I want you inside me.”
He gives his head a shake. “Command me.”
I hesitate, searching his gaze. I don’t want to take the sorcerer’s agency from him, and my orders do just that. Yet he wants my commands pressed onto him, I think. I think his demand for them is his consent.
My hand drifts to his neck, where my snarling familiar is inked on his skin. I trace the lines of it. “If you don’t like anything I order you to do, say ‘Ferox,’” I whisper.
Cannot believe we’re about to have the sort of sex that requires safe words.
Memnon’s eyes shine. “All right, Empress, I can do that. Now, command me.”
I wet my lips, then lift my chin. “Fuck me, Memnon.”
“That’s my queen.”
He spreads my thighs, lining us up. I can feel his heavy, throbbing cock at my entrance.
Memnon pauses. “This changes things.”
I open my mouth to argue, because it doesn’t change anything—it’s just sex, a simple, physical act. But before I get a word out, Memnon drives into me.
I gasp, my grip tightening around my soul mate’s neck as his massive cock fully seats itself inside me. I’m speared on the thing, and despite my dripping pussy and all the foreplay, I am stretched nearly beyond my limits.