32. Reina

Chapter thirty-two

Reina

J asper gets on his knees beside me and hooks his thumb in his waistband. I pull my manacles free of the bedpost and reach for him, but he captures my arms and holds them back.

"You just said a taste," he says, pulling his pants down. "That's all you get."

His heated gaze stays locked on me as his cock bobs free of its confines. A sheen of his arousal is beading at the slit and his veins pulse.

"Go on then. Taste," he says, pushing his hips toward my mouth.

He thinks he's in control. I'll show him. I'm going to make him beg.

I open my mouth wide and, without touching him, move to envelop his shaft.

He hisses and pulls back with a hard jerk. "No biting."

I pout my lower lip and bat my eyes. "Wouldn't dream of it."

My maneuver has the desired effect. Jasper's grip loosens on my chain and I draw my hands down to his hips. He runs his fingers through my hair and I moan, leaning into the touch. I rub my hands up and down his thighs and close my eyes, enjoying the way his fingernails massage my scalp.

I sigh, letting my hands wander up his inner thighs, brushing so, so close to his groin before veering out toward his hips. The warmth from his cock close to my face is enticing. I want to hear his deep trill of pleasure. I want to feel him thrust into the back of my throat as he loses control. I want him calling out my name and aching for release.

I inch closer to him and lean my face against his cock. Then I pull back, letting the side of his head drag along my cheek.

"Fuck, Rei." His grip tightens in my hair and our gazes clash. "Taste me."

That didn't sound like begging. Not close enough, at least.

"You didn't tell me I couldn't take my time," I say with another innocent bat of my eyelashes. "I'm enjoying myself."

He grins, baring his sharp fangs. "No, you're trying to torment me."

I lick my lips. "Yes, and I'm enjoying it immensely."

"Fine. Take your time." He pushes his pants down to his knees. "I'm going to continue where I left off."

He keeps a strong grip on the back of my head as he leans forward and sticks his fingers into me. I gasp as he grabs me—by my pussy — and pulls me closer to him.

I gape up at him, his fingers still inside me.

His smile turns feral. "There, now I can reach, too."

"You just—you," I fluster.

"I what?" he growls, curling down so that our lips almost touch.

"You're a fucking bastard," I snarl.

He kisses me hard, and I kiss him back. His fingers work into me at a violent pace that I love. He's trying to take me to the edge again. Fuck, I want it. But I know if I make him believe I'm there, he'll stop. He'll pull away, and then I can exact my revenge.

I keep one hand on the bed for support and stroke him with the other. Jasper groans, nipping my tongue and pushing harder. He's losing himself to this, and if I push him further, I can get him to make me come without meaning to.

And I'll win.

His tip is wet with arousal when I swish my thumb over his head. Jasper curses against my lips and thrusts his fingers deeper, consuming my thoughts with pleasure. I moan into his mouth and rock my hips against his hand, chasing that sweet release I know I can achieve with him.

All too soon, he pulls out of me. He cups my sex and the fire calms. The throbbing of my clit is loudest of all the other sensations in my mind, begging for some relief. I break the kiss and pull on his cock. I'm vaguely aware that I might be being too rough, but Jasper's hips move and his hand returns to my hair as he moans.

My mouth encompasses him completely without thought. I slide down his shaft, my tongue wetting him as I go until he hits the back of my throat. Jasper's hand tenses against my pussy and he trills deep in his chest. The sound urges me on.

I pull back, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard. The drag of his head across the roof of my mouth is a feeling I didn't know I could love. Hearing him grunt and whisper curses from my efforts is intoxicating. I need more.

His head is slick with salty arousal and I hum as I suck it down. I force myself all the way to the base, or as close as I can get. My throat works to reject him, but I relax, wanting more. Deeper. Harder.

"I see what you're doing," he groans, pulling on my hair.

I slide back along his shaft and look up at him. His eyes are nearly blacked out, and opal magic sheens the darkness. His tattooed chest expands wide and he smiles down at me.

"You're trying to make me come first. Unacceptable." He slips two fingers into me and I keen at the attention. "You will always come first, Ohksana'amai."

Always .

He says it like a promise. Like he loves me.

And now I want to make him come more than ever.

I keep eye contact with him as I slide down to his base again, twisting my tongue along the underside of his shaft as I do. He grits his teeth, showing fangs, and cradles my head harder.

"You little brat. That was your plan, wasn't it?"

I hum in agreement and his head falls back. The manacles makes it harder to move, but I grip him at the base and follow my mouth as I drag off of him. Jasper groans in his native tongue and the muscles in my core tighten.

He looks down, licking his fangs, and speaks more of his soft, purring words in the language I don't know. He times his words with his movements, thrusting deeper and harder, pulling on my sensitive flesh, pinching my clit and rubbing it in vicious circles.

He's not gentle with me. He doesn't treat me like glass ready to shatter. I'm his Ohksana'amai . I can't break with him.

I tighten my fist and suck, eliciting a deep growl of satisfaction from him.

"Careful, sunshine," he warns as he grips my hair hard and thrusts his hips. "You might just win this little game, and then I'll have to punish you."

I look up at him.

I want to win, I say with my eyes.

His smile is one of pure pleasure. "It's not happening."

His fingers transform, bulking and growing rippling ridges. The pressure in my lower belly is impossible to ignore, impossible to avoid. No matter how much enjoyment I get from having him in my mouth, the sensation of his tentacles thrusting into me and circling my clit is too distracting.

I can't help the cry that escapes me as he pins my hips to the bed and sets a punishing pace. The euphoria begging for release can't be held off much longer, but I need to win. I must hold out.

I moan harder, louder, letting everything out on his dick. He snarls and tentacles wrap around my throat. They skate down my chest to my nipples and flick back and forth across them, creating a connection between the pleasure points of my body.

His attention is demanding, blissful, and all-consuming. I sink into him as he owns me, and I own him in return. The coiling pressure in my core is so tight, I must be strangling his tentacle. The sensation pushes me to the edge, but I focus back on him.

"Fuck, Rei, come for me," he begs, and the sound of his desperation for my pleasure has me at the crest. "I can't hold on. You're so…oh, fuck."

I let myself succumb to his affection, falling into the deepest, darkest abyss of lust within his grasp. My thighs clench and I curl around him as fire burns a path up my spine, destroying everything in its path. The full throbbing of my pussy doesn't stop, going on and on as I cry out.

Jasper whispers affectionately as he thrusts into my mouth and our gazes connect.

" Ohksana ," he whimpers, and then his mouth falls open in a deep groan.

A spray of salty, hot cum hits the back of my throat and I'm eager to swallow. His tentacles writhe over my sensitive center, thrusting and suckling. It's too soon, too soon. Oh, fuck.

I scream on his pulsing dick, my spine arcing and hands grasping at anything to hold. Jasper cradles my upper back and pulls away until he slides out of my mouth. He replaces his dick with his tongue, kissing me feverishly as my second orgasm rocks me to the core.

Jasper consumes every sound I make. The pleasure spirals out hot and fast, devouring every other thought in its path until finally we're slow, and languid. Jasper's kisses turn soft and loving as he cradles me against his side.

We're both still half-dressed, but it doesn't matter. I'm on a plane where clothes don't matter. Where evil kings and queens don't matter. We are all that exists.

"Let this be our future," he whispers between kisses.

"I want this to be our future," I murmur when I have the wherewithal to speak.

"Then it will be," he says, and my eyes fall shut in blissful delirium.

I kiss a trail across Jasper's shoulders in the morning as we dress. He's so tense, so afraid. How can I show him that I won't let this plan fail? I'll do whatever I can to save his people, a people I don't even know but already accept as my own. Jasper wants me for more than political gain, I can feel it. And despite our rough beginning, I want more than that from him, too. I've become his fool.

He turns to me suddenly, grabbing my face and holding me close. "You can say no. You can stay here."

I grab him back, squishing his cheeks. "Absolutely not. I'm your wife. I'm coming with you."

His shoulders fall away from his ears. "My wife," he whispers, his eyes distant.

"Yes. Unless you're having second thoughts," I say, suddenly anxious that I've misread the whole situation somehow.

"No," he says firmly. He pulls me in and kisses me hard and deep. It's not a kiss of lust, but of agony. He's so afraid.

"Jasper," I whisper, tucking my legs around his waist as I crawl into his lap on the bed. "I will burn his entire kingdom to ash before we leave without your family."

He swallows hard, his eyes wide and hopeful. "Your Eyzanth must favor me."

"Why's that?" I ask, running my fingers through his curly hair.

"I'm so lucky," he whispers.

The same tingling from the beach surges through my body. It's a powerful sensation of connection to Jasper, growing stronger by the second. Could this be Zephrom's will? Perhaps she led Jasper to me for this very purpose. To deliver her justice and bring balance back to Gaien.

"Maybe it's fate," I whisper back.

He sucks in a breath and his cradling arms squeeze me tight. "Are you sure about this?"

I say his name like a warning and squish his cheeks again. "Stop. Asking. I'm coming with you, and that's the end of it. I've been at court for nineteen years. I know how to dance, laugh, and lie with the best of them. I know how to put on a show, distract, and flirt."

He grumbles, holding me tighter.

"You were dead set on this weeks ago. What happened?"

He grabs my neck and drags me down against his lips. "We happened."

I snort. "So, you were okay with sacrificing me when it didn't inconvenience you?"

"Inconvenience." Jasper says the word with disdain. "Reina, if you get hurt, I'll sacrifice everything else to save you."

I sigh. "And that directly conflicts with your promise to rescue your family. I understand."

He closes his eyes and hugs me tight. "You'll stay, then?"

"No. I promise not to let you give them up for me. I promise that I can take care of myself, and if I can't…well, you know how quickly I can find a tool to end myself—"

"Don't," he snarls, pulling back to look at me. "Don't do that. Don't fucking joke about killing yourself."

I run my thumb across his stubble, not a word escaping me.

"Rei, you're not serious, are you?" He shakes me, but I don't feel anything except cold resolve. "You have a rebellion! You have a kingdom and a people to fight for!"

"And they have people fighting for them. You have no one else, no one on your side. They will go on without me. You matter more."

His brow pinches and his eyes shimmer with agony as he whispers my name.

"Stop looking at me like I'm going to die. Our plan is as good as any. We're both strong, and we're stronger together."

He pushes his forehead against mine. "You're right. I trust you. I'm just…if I lose you…" He swallows hard, gripping the back of my neck and pressing us together harder. "I'll kill all of them. I'll kill until there's nothing left of me. I'll kill until Nol'Ther will trade the souls of my slain for you."

"I don't know if she takes soul exchanges," I whisper, kissing his cheek.

His face hardens. "I'll make her."

I chuckle at the thought of a mere mortal making a god do anything. Perhaps if his feelings are strong enough, he could convince her.

Murdering indiscriminately would definitely get the eyes of Zephrom on him, though, and she is far less forgiving, and understanding, about matters of the heart.

"Are you ready?" he asks.

I nod and kiss him again. "Let's go get your family back."