11. CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Ender says I'm pure, but the thoughts racing through my mind are decidedly not .

They're also all his doing.

His touch bathes me in fire, and his tongue stokes the flames.

I'm so close to coming, but every time I'm about to tip over the precipice, Ender pulls back.

Asshole.

I make sure to yell the thought loud and clear, and I know Ender hears me when he laughs.

The sound vibrates against my skin, and I shudder at the pleasure it causes.

Of course the man would want to taunt me—it's all he's ever done.

It seems the only thing that unbalances Ender is when I do give in.

Even though he demands it, he doesn't expect me to and it unsettles him.

And so, I let go.

I stop thinking and close my eyes, intent on just feeling .

Ender rewards me with a long, slow lick across my pussy that makes my thighs clench.

He circles my clit, and I tremble in desperation but he still doesn't let me come.

Torn between begging and ripping into him, I force myself to remain passive.

The Teraphim pecks and nibbles, lapping up my arousal until I'm panting.

Then he plunges his beak into my folds, and I scream at the sudden invasion.

Not because it hurts, but because it feels so good—so fucking right—there.

Ender stretches me, and I squeeze around him, coercing the friction that I crave.

Back and forth, he fucks me, the malleable length twisting from side to side in my pussy.

I ride his beak just like I imagined, the bumped ridges at the end hitting my clit just right every time I come down on him.

My orgasm builds to an earth-shattering crescendo, and part of me braces for Ender to pull away.

But he doesn't, and I come all over his face while the Teraphim effortlessly holds me up.

The world around me goes white, and it's like I'm in a sensory deprivation tank.

Everything is blank except the pleasure coursing through me.

When the world finally creeps back in, I note that we're descending back to the ground slowly.

Ender pulls his beak out of me, lowering my body until we're face-to-face.

His glistens with my arousal, and the sight does something primal to my brain.

I swear it short-circuits and vows that I'm his, but that must just be the orgasm talking.

Never in my life have I come so hard that everything else disappeared.

Great, another thing for blasted Teraphim to be smug about.

"What am I smug about?"

"Nothing," I say quickly—too quickly.

"For as much as you accuse me of lying, you seem to do it just as often."

"Guess that makes us even."

"Hardly."

"Speaking of even, do you want me to…"

I motion at his cock, clearly straining in the tight confines of his pants.

Ender's face takes on a pained expression, and he shakes his head.

"Why not?" I demand.

"Because it's getting late, and you've had a long day. If I need to take care of myself, I will."

"But I want to take care of you."

"Why?"

"It's not fair that you got me off—"

"Sera, orgasms are not always quid pro quo. Your pleasure is my pleasure."

"That sounds like bullshit."

"And we're back to bovine fecal matter, I see."

A strangled sound lodges in my throat as I whirl away from him.

The connection we had just moments ago dissipates, and I swear the man is trying to push me away.

But why?

"Let that go, too," he sighs.

But I refuse. I've given him so much—when he doesn't deserve it—and he gives me nothing in return.

At this, Ender's eyes flash red, and his body freezes for a second before his wings fling out, the inky feathers flaring.

"You think I don't know that I don't deserve it—don't deserve you?! This is why I won't let you reciprocate. Because I don't. Fucking. Deserve. It!"

My heart squeezes, and I wish I could take back the thought.

The Teraphim misunderstood it. It's not that he doesn't deserve me or my attention, but rather the patience I've shown him considering he kidnapped me—but that's all.

I certainly didn't mean it in the all-encompassing way that Ender took it, like I'm too good for him.

A crooked smile hooks the corners of his beak.

"Ah, but angel, you are too good for me. Now, you need rest."

I open my mouth to argue, but Ender marches back inside of his house without a backward glance, leaving me alone and miserable.

Smoothing out the dress, I eventually follow him in.

When I get to his bedroom, it's empty except for a new nightgown laid out on the bed.

It's white, a reminder that Ender thinks I'm something more than I really am.

But I'm not pure, perfect, or even really that good, and I don't understand why he refuses to acknowledge this.

There's nothing special about me…except maybe the way Ender makes me feel, but that's him .

I go into the bathroom and change, marveling at how the moonlit silk flows over my body.

The silvery-white stands out against the stark contrast of my dark skin, but somehow doesn't blend in with my feathers and hair.

Peering at my reflection in the vanity, I almost look angelic as Ender claims that I am.

Between my flying lesson and learning about Ender's past, I thought we were forming a connection.

I guess I thought wrong.

But it doesn't make sense why the man would open up to me emotionally but not sexually.

All the men I've known are the complete opposite.

Then again, Ender isn't like anyone I've ever met. It's unfair to compare him to the handful of human guys I've been with.

When I come back out, the Teraphim is waiting in the giant leather chair so akin to a throne.

He looks positively miserable, and I can't help but snort with satisfaction.

It's obvious that he's punishing himself, but I can't figure out why.

"Stop thinking."

"Right, I'll just press the ‘off' button in my brain, one second."

Ender smirks faintly at my snark and gestures to the bed.

"I can go to sleep on my own, thanks."

"Never said you couldn't, angel, but I enjoy tucking you in."

The man is so hot and cold, that I'm getting mental whiplash trying to keep up.

He stands and grasps my elbow, escorting me to his bed.

"Are you joining me?"

Ender doesn't answer, and I climb between the silken sheets, too exhausted to fight him.

I roll over, away from him, when suddenly, he tugs at my wrist.

When I look back over, I'm chained to the bed again.

Fury bursts through me, and a blinding white light pierces the air as I lose control of my power.

How dare he chain me back up after everything!

Harnessing my frustrations, I prepare to unleash all of it on Ender's end, but when my eyes readjust, he's gone, and I'm not sure what hurts worse.

The fact that he bound me again.

Or the fact that he left.