TWISTED (Eternal Guardians Book 7) by Elisabeth Naughton Page B

her hands returned. She wrapped her long, slim fingers around his cock and squeezed. Only this time they were slick. And he realized— holy fuck —she’d coated her palm with lube.
    His eyes fell closed, and though he knew he shouldn’t, he couldn’t stop his hips from flexing forward, pushing his shaft into her tight, wet grip.
    “So hard,” she whispered, trailing the fingers of her other hand back up to twist and tease his nipple once more. “You ache for release, don’t you, warrior?”
    Gods, yes, he did. Right now it was all he could think about. She loosened her grip, slid her hand up to the tip, then back down to the base, and the sensation was so erotic, so hot, Nick’s balls contracted, and he rocked into her hand again, wanting her to move faster, needing her to drive him to the edge, even though somewhere in the back of his head he knew she wouldn’t take him over.
    She stroked him again, base to tip, then hesitated and spread the tiny bit of fluid that had leaked free from the tip up and under the flared head to the taut gathering of nerve endings below. His whole body trembled.
    “So big,” she whispered in that seductive, sexy, dominatrix voice right in his ear, closing her hand around him once more. “Zagreus hates you for that too.” She trailed her hand low again, squeezed the base, then slid her fingers higher, pumping him gently, making his cock swell even more. The heat of her pelvis pressed against his ass, driving him completely mad. “The females here all fantasize about this. About seeing you come. There’s power in sex. Power in giving it, power in releasing it. Zagreus is afraid for you to have that power.”
    Nick didn’t give a fuck about Zagreus. All he could focus on was the slick glide of her hand, moving faster, using long, tight strokes that were making him absolutely wild. He groaned, couldn’t stop from pushing into her grip, felt his release barreling so utterly close.
    Just a little more…
    He thrust forward again and again, couldn’t let her stop. Burned hotter than he had in…forever.  
    More, more, more…
    “Yes, that’s it.” The hand at his nipple pinched hard, then released. And then he felt her silky fingers close around his balls and squeeze. “Come, warrior. Come right now. For me.”
    The orgasm shot down his spine, detonated in his balls, and exploded through his cock, robbing him of sight, of sound, of breath. Hot jets coated her hand, but she didn’t stop stroking his length, didn’t stop pumping even as his body twitched and shook with the power of his release. It had been so long—months and months of frustration—and she was drawing it all out, milking him of every drop, not letting go until there was nothing left.
    His body trembled. Every muscle felt weak and spent. If it weren’t for the chains, he would have collapsed, he was sure of it. Finally, she slowed her strokes, but against his ear, her warm, sinful breath radiated, sending tiny tremors up and down his spine, reminding him he wasn’t alone, that he wasn’t in control, that she held the power.
    Gently, she let go of him and stepped back. Cool air washed over his sweat-dampened spine, replacing her sultry heat, and brushed his sensitive cock, making him shiver.
    She crossed the floor and reached into the bag she’d set by the door. Nick couldn’t see what she was doing, but in the silence, his brain slowly started to click back into gear.
    He was suddenly more vulnerable than he’d ever been. If she wanted to hurt him, to torture him, right now he wouldn’t be able to mentally or physically prepare himself. He tensed, tried to straighten in his chains, tried to pull himself together, but his body wasn’t listening yet. The orgasm had completely wrecked him and was still pulsing through every cell and muscle.
    She moved back to him, reached for the bottle she’d set on the floor, then lifted the water back to his lips. “Drink.”
    He opened his mouth and swallowed the