Midnight Queen (Wolves of Midnight Book 3) by Becky Moynihan

Author:Becky Moynihan [Moynihan, Becky]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Broken Books
Published: 2024-04-23T00:00:00+00:00

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NORA

My weak legs were barely able to carry me, but I made it to the bed and crawled on top. The moment I did, an unseen force flipped me onto my back, pinning my arms and legs to the mattress. For a split second, panic filled me. Keisha used to pin me down like this while she cut me open.

“Are you okay?”

I looked up and found Kolton hovering over me, not Keisha. At the sight of him, my panic started to fade. When I nodded, he took a moment to carefully search my face.

“If it’s too much, just say the word.”

“I will,” I whispered, testing the strength of his magical hold. It felt like my wrists and ankles were shackled to the bed by invisible cuffs. I could move my head and body, but only so far as the restraints would allow. When I stopped struggling and peered up at him expectantly, his eyes flared bright.

He was excited. Excited to see me vulnerable before him. Not in a malicious way, though. More like he enjoyed bondage play. Which made sense, since he liked to dominate and see me willingly submit.

Leaning over me, he brought his head down to whisper in my ear, “I’m going to torture you now. Nice and slow. I’m going to give you what you want and then take it away. I’ll bring you to the edge of orgasm over and over but won’t let you fall. You will scream. You will beg. But you won’t find relief until you’ve served out your punishment. Then and only then will I put you out of your misery. Do you understand?”

A tremor shook my entire body. I’d never felt more raw. More exposed. Goosebumps erupted over me, yet my skin felt flushed. I didn’t know if I could survive this, but I sure as hell wanted to try. I desperately wanted to.

Kolton was showing me a side of himself I’d never seen before, and I needed to know all of him. Every nook and cranny and dark corner. If he took pleasure in torturing me this way, then I wanted to experience it with him. To take pleasure in it as well.

I nodded, whispering, “I understand.”

At my consent, he emitted a pleased rumble. The sound curled my toes and shortened my breath. I felt something sharp prick my thigh. The tip of a claw. It slowly scraped a path upward, dragging my nerve-endings awake. I held my breath as it curved inward and headed for my aching center, only to change course at the last second. I released a disappointed sigh, then inhaled sharply as it trailed up my stomach. At my reaction, the claw slowed even more, but didn’t pull away.

I hadn’t asked him to stop, so he didn’t.

Until now, I’d always associated claws on my stomach with pain. But I wasn’t in any pain at the moment. The sensation felt good, the rush of pleasure making my stomach muscles involuntary flex. My core began to tingle, and I instinctively tried to squeeze my thighs shut.

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