Page 76 of Retaliation
I finished the song and arched an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Why don’t you untie me, and we’ll see how feisty I can be, monster man. Where’s the fun in me being tied up anyway?”
He chuckled, lazily drawing the blade across my neck. “Oh, plenty of fun, pet. I promise.”
I huffed a sigh. “You didn’t even get to chase me. So you didn’t really win anything, you know. Just a trussed up turkey you didn’t even get to hunt.”
He grinned, flicking his knife between my breasts and making my nipples pebble with desire. “And what a feast I will have with you, pet.”
My breathing grew shallow as his knife slid across my breasts, the cool steel tracing my hardened nubs. Ty tipped up the blade, letting the sharp edge dance along my skin.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. “I wonder how delicious your pussy would taste with your blood on my lips, pet?”
I inhaled sharply, trying to hide my racing heart. Fucking hell, I was wet already. I willed my body to remain still even as I ached to move, to clamp my thighs against the pulse building inside me. Ty stalked around the table, toward my feet. His eyes dipped between my thighs, and he licked his lips, his gaze violent and filled with lust. My tits ached and needed to be touched, and I couldn’t help but to pull against the leather straps holding me captive.
Ty chuckled. “Feeling restless, pet?”
“Fuck. You.”
“With pleasure, siren.”
Ty reached forward and traced the point of his knife against my bare pussy. I didn’t dare move as I watched him tease and tempt me. He flipped the knife, holding the blade between his fingers as he twirled the handle along my stomach.
“What are you going to do?” I panted, unable to restrain my curiosity.
His wolfy eyes met mine, and his grin was pure sin. “Whatever the fuck I want, pet.”
I swallowed, watching as he pushed the handle of his blade inside me. I gasped, my pussy clamping around it like a lifeline. He pushed it in further, stretching me, then slid it out again, over and over. My hips arched into his movements, my body craving more and more of this taboo pleasure.
Ty pulled the knife out and held my gaze as he licked the handle. He walked toward me and pressed it to my lips.
“Taste how much you want it, pet,” he growled, and fuck if I didn’t want it.
I slid my tongue along the hilt, tasting my own arousal.
Ty groaned. “Fuck, babygirl.” He moved back to the end of the pool table and tugged my body toward him.
I cried out as my arms stretched tight over my head. Ty brought his blade down to the mound of flesh above my clit, and my breath caught in my throat as I strained to see what he would do next. The knife cut into my flesh, and I hissed in pain. His mouth came down on the bead of blood, kissing the wound. I shivered with pleasure, and his knife sliced into my inner thigh, so, so close to my pussy. My arms strained against the ropes, and I gasped as his tongue licked up the blood dripping down my thigh.
“Two cuts for the two times you ran away from me, pet,” Ty murmured, his lips brushing against my clit and making me moan.
“Ty. Fuck. Please.” I was fucking begging and I. Did. Not. Care. I needed a release, needed him to give it to me.
Ty chuckled, sucking my clit into his mouth, and I cried out as the hilt of his blade thrust inside me once more. He pulled it out quickly and shoved in again, lapping up the blood trickling around my pussy as his tongue swirled around my clit. Oh fuck, it was happening. I could feel it. Finally. Fuck. Yes.
“Enough,” Andras snapped, leaning against the wall.
Ty’s hands and mouth stilled, and I cursed like a fucking sailor at the fucking asshole. Andras’s lips twitched with amusement. How long had he been watching us? I was so wrapped up in Ty and that damn knife I didn’t hear him enter the room.
Ty pulled the blade from my soaked pussy, and I whimpered. I was so fucking close.
“Remove her restraints, Typhon.” Andras commanded. He was always giving commands, and ninety percent of them made me want to punch him in the face.
Andras continued to lean against the wall like this was all incredibly boring for him as Ty used the blade he’d fucked me with to cut the leathers. Even after my limbs were free, I couldn’t move. My muscles ached, and my body twitched with too much bottled up pleasure needing an outlet. Ty gripped my chin and kissed me roughly, my blood and pussy juices still coating his lips. He let go, winked, and walked away.
“Fucking assholes,” I mumbled.
Andras shoved off the wall and moved toward me, his eyes shining with satisfaction. He no longer wore his signature button-down and fancy slacks. A fitted T-shirt hugged his muscled frame, and the hunter-green sweatpants looked exceptionally good on him. His arms were covered in tattoos, and I noticed the same weird runes I found on the others. He scooped me up in his arms like I weighed nothing at all, and I slumped against his warm chest.
“Do you have wings too?” I mumbled, my eyes drooping.
