LYRE
Aaron's fumbling a little, hesitating before he jerks my head back, his voice trembling just a little when he tries to sound cold.
It's cute.
Like he wants to treasure me, not take me like a common whore.
But I don't want to be something precious. I want dirty. Filthy. And to see exactly how much dominance lies under his skin.
I know he's thinking about it. About how easily I took the wizard in my mouth. How I didn't even flinch. It's the kind of thing to bruise a man's ego.
Good.
Let it bruise.
Let him fuck me like he's got something to prove. I want his claws out, his teeth at my throat—not worship. I want him to use me. Break the illusion that I'm untouchable. Leave marks where everyone will see them. I'll heal, but he needs to know what it feels like to fuck something divine—and realize she liked it.
