It seemed to glow in the moonlight, a thing of alabaster carved for pleasure. I went to my knees with a fervent groan, my mouth watering as I watched moisture gather on its blushing tip. Dal leaned back, sliding his hips closer to the edge of the bench, and laid his hands to either side of him. I crawled between his knees and took him in hand.
The Hawk Lord inhaled deeply but other than that made no sound. Gave me no encouragement. I stroked his velvet length and bent forward to rub my cheek along it. His scent rose around me, and I breathed in deeply, then buried my nose in his platinum curls and inhaled again. His balls twitched. I took them in hand lovingly, stroking a finger on the line that ran up the middle of his sac, and then licked his cock from base to tip. He let out a small groan when I crested the tip and brought my mouth down over that plum head. I plunged all the way to the base.
With a hungry moan, I sucked upward and took the lower stretch of him in hand. I'd left him wet, and I used that slickness to rub him in time with my bobbing head. The Hawk Lord didn't touch me, just sat back and watched, his eyes almost black in the shadows. That excited me even more, and I groaned as I worked him slow and hard, my lips tightening as much as they could. I tongued that salty head and sucked at it. I massaged his balls and tickled my way over his taint. I loosened my throat and took him down to his base. And he just stared, utterly unmoved.
I worked him faster, my wet efforts and deep moans echoing in the confines of the carriage. Faster and faster I drove myself over him until my lips began to ache. I sucked and stroked and licked and laved while moonlight streamed through the open window and turned us silver. I could hear people outside, just a few feet away from our carriage. All that hid me from their view was the lower half of the door. No one knew that as the Hawk Lord rode past, his face the epitome of boredom, I was between his thighs sucking his magnificent cock.
“That's enough, Ravyn,” Dal whispered.
I drew back, panting, and stared up at him in disbelief. He stroked my cheek affectionately before pushing me back toward my seat. My cheeks flamed as I sat back, and I couldn't help thinking of the way Jaxon had blushed earlier. Fuck, I was turning into a blusher. But then I saw Dal's guards. They were inches from the door as we passed through his gates. That's why he'd stopped me.
The carriage rolled to a stop. Dalsharan climbed out and strode to the front door without waiting for me. I followed in a predator prowl, staring at his ass as if it were my prey. I was going to lick his little hole tonight—lick it until it quivered around my tongue. Fuck, yeah. I wanted to see him holding his legs up for me, wanted to see him in that vulnerable position as I made him scream my name. I got into the elevator with the Hawk Lord and as soon as the door slid shut, I shoved him against the wall and kissed him.
Dalsharan allowed it for a minute; I think I had shocked him. But then he grabbed me by the throat and pushed me away with a growl. My back hit the wall and then his body pinned me to it. He made a low, rumbling sound as he lifted my chin and bit my neck. He sucked hard, and I squirmed. It stung, but he didn't let up. His cock was pressed against mine, but mine was mashed up against my belly while his angled down. We ground together as he mauled my neck.
Then the door opened, and the Hawk Lord shoved me out of the elevator. I went stumbling into a room lit only by moonlight. He growled as he prowled up to me, then he bared his teeth.
“Fly, little bird,” he said in a tone that hinted at pain.
Some primitive part of my brain realized that I wasn't the predator; he was. I wasn't going to have him beneath me, open and vulnerable. He was going to have me in whatever way he wanted. And there was nothing I could do about it. Nothing that I wanted to do about it. Except maybe run. I spun around and ran toward his bedroom.
I heard him coming after me, his footsteps steady as mine faltered. I bashed into a door, clipped my thigh on a table, and went sprawling. The Hawk Lord kept coming, making soft growls that seemed louder in the darkness. My heart was racing, and I didn't know why. This was just a game. He wasn't going to hurt me. Right? Right?! But I suddenly remembered that look in Dal's eyes when the Eagle King had backhanded Jaxon. Fear lanced through my chest. I jumped to my feet and ran through his bedroom, straight to the walkway that connected his tower to mine.
I was halfway across when I risked a look back. The Hawk Lord appeared in the doorway, grinning devilishly. Moonlight lit his hair and shadowed his face as he surged forward. He suddenly seemed like a stranger—a man who didn't love me. One who wanted me for the most base reasons. I turned and ran once more.
Dal caught me just as I came abreast of the bed. With a casual flick of his hand, he spun me onto the mattress. And then he was on me, pinning me face down. I struggled as he tore at my pants, but the weight of his body held me in place. Then my pants were around my knees and that stupid carrot was sliding out of my ass without him touching it. Magic. It was flung away, leaving me aching and empty and still fucking afraid.
Then Dal rose to his knees, and I automatically tried to push up as well. He snarled and grabbed the sleeves of my jacket, pulling my arms behind me as he yanked it off me. I fell back onto the bed, my face in the blanket. Dal shoved the bottom of my tunic upward, off my ass, and then his large hand grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me down. I went limp, something inside me sensing that I was conquered.
“That's right,” he growled viciously. “You're mine, Ravyn, and I will fuck you whenever and however I wish.”
His cock slid into me, and I groaned. At last. He pushed down harder on my neck, smothering me in the blankets as he drove deeper. My cock was pressed painfully between my belly and the bed, those rings cutting into me.
I angled my face to the side. “Take the straps off, Dal.”
“Do they hurt?”
“Yes. Take them off.”
He ground harder into me. “Fuck, your ass is tight.”
“Please, take them off.”
“Tell me how much you liked having that carrot in your ass.”
“I loved it. You had me hard all night,” I freely admitted.
“Tell me that you were thinking of this all night. My cock in your tight hole.”
“I was. You know I was. Please, Hawk Lord, release my cock. It hurts!”
Dal grunted and relented at last, untying the leather straps and pulling out so I could get to my knees and remove the rings. I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, and shoved off my pants before turning to face him, completely naked. He was still fully clothed, the waistband of his pants bunched below his glossy cock.
“At least take off your clothes,” I whispered.
“Get your ass in the air and your face on the bed,” Dalsharan snarled.
The fear returned instantly. I swallowed past it. “No. Take off your clothes.”
The Hawk Lord growled furiously, but shrugged out of his jacket. He climbed off the bed to slip out of his shirt and kick off his shoes. I watched him greedily as he undid his belt and shoved down his pants. He removed his circlet last, tossing it casually on the floor with his clothes, then stood before me in all his glory, giving me a moment to savor it. He stroked his cock as he pointed at the mattress.