Dragon Betrayed (Immortal Dragons Book 0) by Ophelia Bell Page B

said, “By day, you will be my general, whose secret desires I fulfill by simply thinking of you. And by night— every night —you will be my master. A god for me to bow before until you have answered my prayers. You wished to die and become a god by my brother’s side. I can make you one in my bed, and you never need fear death again.”
    The low rumble Nikhil emitted vibrated against her and he gently prised the scarabs off her breasts. Belah gasped as sensation rushed back into her abused nipples. She dug her fingernails into the table in an effort not to move—to only do what he commanded. She wanted to massage the soreness from them, but relished the feeling just the same. The pain pulsed as acutely in each hard nub as the pleasure pulsed between her thighs.
    Nikhil’s hands returned to her breasts, delicately touching. She turned just enough to see his face, mouth turned down in a slight frown. When she glanced down at her breasts, she understood why. Both nipples were bruised around her areolas, with an alarming purple pattern from the clips on her jewelry. Each soft brush of his thumbs over them made her hiss from the pain. He glanced at her, and she realized from his dark gaze that as concerned as he may be, he was intensely aroused.
    “What are your prayers tonight, my little beast?” he said, pinching both nipples between thumb and forefinger. He squeezed gently, as though testing her, and a burning rush of fire shot through her.
    She gritted her teeth, wishing for more. “I pray you take your pleasure from me however you wish.”
    “I’m no fool, ‘Iilahatan , your pleasure is every bit as important to me as mine is to you. This kind of pain would be counterproductive, if I had to endure it. Don’t lie to me.”
    Belah smiled and arched her chest into his touch. “Is my own pain counterproductive to your pleasure? Don’t lie to me .” She spread her legs wide enough for the slit in her skirt to fall open, baring her knees and a swath of bronze thigh visible almost to her groin. “Because my pain is half of my pleasure. They will heal by morning, trust me. The other ache won’t subside so easily without your attention.”
    One large hand clutched harder at her breast, fingertips digging in with bruising ferocity. The other dipped down between her legs and spread her open, sliding between her hot folds. He thrust two fingers into her roughly and she let out a cry at the sudden, though welcome, invasion. Her hips involuntarily bucked. Still, she craned her head around just enough to meet his gaze. The devious glint in his eyes was even more thrilling than his rough handling of her body. His mouth crashed against hers, claiming her while his hands kept her pinned to her seat, squirming for more. One hand pressed against her chest, toying with her breast, the other tight against her hips with his fingers spearing her.
    He seemed more inclined to torment her, pulling away a moment later leaving her breathless while he sauntered back to his seat. He sat with an insouciant slouch and dug into his food, only offering her a casual glance every now and again. Belah remained still and erect, both hands resting on either side of her plate where he’d placed them, waiting.
    After a few minutes, he gestured with a piece of bread to her plate. “Eat, little beast. I meant it when I said you would need your energy.”
    She scooted forward in her chair to reach her food, only too conscious of the slick, swollen flesh between her thighs and the lingering sensation of his touch on her skin. None of the delicious dishes before her held any flavor when all she wanted was him. Every so often she glanced at him, increasingly irritated by his casual smirk. Beyond that cocksure attitude, she could easily see the very aroused pulse of his aura and sense the wicked glee that accompanied whatever he had planned for her after he ate.
    After sating his apparently considerable appetite for food, he sat back and regarded her