Chapter 102: Dominate Me (1)

Jude POV

Their bedroom felt even more welcoming after so much time away, but he couldn't wait to claim Ravyn in their bedroom in Faolan Castle. Still, he was happy for a bedroom. Any bedroom. He wanted to make love to her all night long, to claim her over and over again. They'd be tired tomorrow, but blissfully so.

His deft fingers made short work of her robe, pulling it over her head and dropping it on the floor. When she reached for his own clothing, he gripped her hands and lowered her arms. "Keep them at your sides," he ordered. "Tonight, we'll try something new. I'm in control."

She smelled more curious than nervous. "Is that so?"

"Oh yes. Because you teased me so much in the palace, I demand payback."

Her violet eyes widened. Clearly, she wasn't used to a man taking control in the bedroom like this. "You're serious, aren't you?"

He reached out a hand to stroke her hair, then her neck, then her collarbone, luxuriating in the satiny feel of her skin. "For tonight, you obey my every command without question. I'm your Alpha. I'm in charge of your pleasure. Put yourself in my hands. Surrender to me."

He'd never wanted to do this with anyone else. Including Emer. He had the feeling she'd bite and claw him if he tried. Ravyn, although sharing many of Emer's qualities, seemed more open.

"Alright."

The soft word of surrender fired his blood, and he growled lustily. "Do you understand what you're agreeing to? I'll push your limits beyond anything you've ever experienced before. I'll make you cry and beg me for release. I'll dominate you completely."

Ravyn trembled before him, and he could feel her flesh quiver. "Have you ever done that before?"

"NO. Never wanted to, Not even with Emer–I doubt she'd have been willing."

Ravyn arched her golden eyebrows. "Oh?"

Goddess, she was sexy like that, standing there naked before him with questions in her eyes. "She was a wonderful partner in bed–but there were things she wouldn't have tried, and I wouldn't have even dared to ask for."

Ravyn nodded thoughtfully. "And being a considerate lover, you didn't push her. So, why did you feel emboldened with me?"

Smiling, Jude caressed her breasts, reveling in her gasp as his thumbs skimmed her buds. "Even as a witch, you just seem more open sexually. I don't mean promiscuous. And I'm guessing Daxius never tried this with you."

"No. He's a little more conservative. I would have tried it, if he'd wanted that."

She gasped again as he took her nipple in his mouth, savoring the sweetness of her while he stroked her other breast, then slipped his hand between her legs, finding her already wet for him. Growling in satisfaction, he said, "You want me. Don't you?"

"OH YES."

"Well, you're going to have to wait, sweetheart. I intend to take my time with you."

So silky and soft and sweet, this place of delight between her legs. He knelt before her to pull her hips closer. "Wider, my love. I want to find places that make you moan and come undone."

Trembling, Ravyn opened for him, gazing down at him with misty violet eyes. His fingers explored the soft folds that parted so willingly at his touch. Gasping, Ravyn reached out and gripped handfuls of his hair. "Is this allowed?"

"I love your hands in my hair," he growled. "Keep them there while I'm pleasuring you. And hold on."

He closed the gap and put his mouth on Ravyn.

Her scream of delight echoed in the room, and she quivered at his hungry, questing touch. 

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Anneliese POV

They'd quickly ducked out the side entrance of Cresta House with Hades/Melisande wrapped in one of Crimsontail weaver Rose DeFeo's rugs–fitting, because Rose fell under Hades' spell years ago. Patch and Anneliese loved poetic justice like that.

Stealing through the night, they arrived in Tulaska's home where the Evenhide Wise Woman herself awaited them. Her eyes shifted to the rug. "I assume you're not just bringing me something to decorate my floor."

Patch patted the rug. "He's in here."

Quickly, Tulaska led them to a quiet, secluded bedroom. Instantly, Anneliese felt the magical wards and protection. "Cyran cast these," she said.

"And Thessi," Tulaska responded.

Patch smirked. "I could feel the Druid touch. Are they enough to keep out the Dark Goddess?"

Tulaska elbowed him. "Don't invite trouble, pup."

"I'm not a pup," he muttered, and helped Anneliese lower the rug to the floor, then unroll it.

Hades/Melisande spun around, murmuring and jerking as Hades' sleep was disturbed. Then, Hades came to rest on his back. Patch and Anneliese picked up Hades, in the body of Melisande, and placed him on the blue bedspread. 

"Do we tie him up?" Anneliese whispered, staring down at him, feeling on edge.

This man had caused so much suffering, and even as a witch, it was all she could do not to smack him silly–and worse. Tie him to a raging bison-ox and let the beast drag him until he no longer breathed. But they needed him to defeat the Dark Goddess.

Tulaska shook her head. "He won't harm me. He knows if he does that, it'll go badly for him. Whatever else he is, Hades isn't stupid."

That was a matter of opinion. But Hades had already failed to take down Tulaska once. He'd probably think twice before trying anything foolish–especially since he needed them.

Tulaska draped an arm around her as they both watched the pale, dark-haired woman lying asleep on the bed. Her arms were spread out a bit, and she lay still and quiet. Sighing, she turned on her side and curled up in a ball like a child. 

With a shake of her head, Tulaska murmured, "Hades is no threat to me. I can handle him."

Anneliese blew out a breath and patted the older woman's arm, feeling the cool, velvety skin. Shifter women had even better skin than witches. "I hope you're right, Tulaska. Do you want us to stay here?"

"No. If I need you, I'll howl." She shoved Anneliese gently. "Both of you, go hug your pups."

Anneliese explained about the big event tomorrow morning, namely the homecoming reception and the welcome for the Lugdunum royal envoys–especially the Blackthorns.

Grinning, Tulaska said, "I'll get someone to watch our friend here. Human royal envoys, eh? And long-lost Sinsworths? Should be interesting. Go, you two. Go and get some rest."

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Jude POV

Just a bit more.

He knew he was pushing Ravyn to her limits, but he knew his gorgeous witch and Luna could take it. 

She lay on the bed, where he'd carried her after she orgasmed while still standing. That she managed to stay on her feet while coming apart impressed him. Afterwards, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, smiling at her blissed-out face. He helped her to bed and placed her on the cool sheets. 

Now, he was buried inside her, so deeply that it overwhelmed him. Moving with her, he felt her hands gripping his behind.

"You're incredible," he murmured. 

Her hair streamed out, fanning around her like a halo. He caressed her hair, loving the feel of it between his fingers. 

"You feel so good," he whispered. "So unbelievably, impossibly good."

Ravyn moaned, feeling him flex inside her as he loved her with exquisite slowness, his muscles moving with precision. "Jude … Goddess, what are you doing to me?"

"Why, I'm doing exactly as I please with you. And I'm going to please you beyond anything you've ever known by the time I'm finished." He leaned down and bit her shoulder, claiming her all over again. 

Gasping, Ravyn raked her nails down his back, and Jude growled in pleasure. Goddess, the pleasure-pain was so d*mn good. "Do that again."

Breathlessly, Ravyn repeated her sweet torment, and little sparks of fire bloomed wherever her nails scratched his skin. He threw back his head. "Yes, just like that. Mark me again. Mark me as yours, so everyone will know. And then, hold on tight, because i'm nowhere near finished with you."