Chapter 18

Zazie

Well, fuck me sideways.

Caspian had taken me by surprise, but I wasn’t sure about him yet. He had his moments where he was hot, like this one, and cold, like when he spanked me in the backseat for running from him. That was cruel and unusual. I was going to willfully ignore the part where he touched me after it, found me soaking wet, and made me come.

That was a whole barrel of worms that I didn’t want to think too hard about.

Sure, maybe he’d tried to buy my love with gems and that maybe, sort of, worked. But when he’d taken me into his lap just a few moments ago, I’d found myself settling in there just like I belonged, and I didn’t know what to make of that.

Not to mention I was still reeling about the fact that I was a fucking djinn. On the surface, I looked like I was accepting it just fine, but on the inside, I was still feeling like I’d stepped out on a tight rope, and I was teetering side to side, about to fall off to my doom.

Every time I caught my reflection, I half-expected to see something monstrous staring back. But it was always just me—the girl who could find lost things, now lost herself in a sea of uncertainty.

The demands of Caspian and Murtagh didn’t help. They needed me as a mate, they needed me to have babies, and really—they needed me to get back to their own realm.

And I needed to face it—I needed them for a lot more than a thrill from the gems they could provide. I knew very well that I was out of my league with my new identity, my new species, my awoken sex drive, and the fact that I was in an unprecedented amount of danger that I had been coddled from experiencing thus far.

The thought of being made to carry dragon babies weighed heavily on me too. That was just the cherry on the Crazy Sundae.

“I need to take your mind off whatever is swirling around in that pretty little head,” Caspian whispered.

His jade green eyes met mine, and it was as if the world centered in their depths. I sucked in a heated breath as a subtle smirk graced his lips, and the pitter-patter of my heart seemed to quicken in my chest.

“Oh, you think you’ve got what it takes to distract me?” I challenged, raising an eyebrow. My voice was a blend of sarcasm and curiosity, a test to see just how far he’d go.

Caspian leaned in closer, the warmth of his breath brushing against my inner thigh. “I don’t think, Zazie, I know,” he replied, his voice low and confident. “But are you brave enough to find out?”

I let out a small, playful laugh, not willing to give in so easily. “Brave? Please, it’s going to take more than a few pretty words to impress me, Caspian.”

He tilted his head, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Is that a challenge, little mouse? Because I do love a good challenge.”

The air between us crackled with tension, a dance of words and wills. “Maybe it is,” I retorted.

Caspian’s smile widened. “You’re going to come good and hard for me, little one,” he threatened, and my stomach tightened with a sudden case of nerves.

“Then make me,” I countered.

Without a word, he pushed up off the bed and loosened his tie. The silk fabric slid smoothly through his collar, and with a fluid motion, he pulled it free. His movements were deliberate, each one charged with a silent promise. Then, tie in hand, he strode over to where I stood, a predator closing in on its prey.

The air seemed to thicken with every step he took. I couldn’t help but watch, captivated by the intensity in his eyes, the unspoken tension that stretched taut between us. He stopped just inches away, the tie dangling from his fingers like a serpent ready to strike.

“Still think I can’t distract you?” Caspian asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the air.

I swallowed hard, my own resolve flickering like a flame in the wind. “Trying to intimidate me with a piece of silk?” I countered, though my voice betrayed a hint of my growing intrigue.

His smirk deepened. “Intimidate? No. But perhaps… persuade.” He raised the tie, letting it brush lightly against my skin, a feather-touch that sent shivers down my spine. Then he grasped my wrists and wrapped the tie around them and secured them to the headboard before I could do anything to fight back. His movements were supernaturally quick, and I found myself bound before I knew what was happening. With a cinch, he tightened the silk cuffs.

When I finally remembered myself, I struggled against the silk tie, only to find myself thoroughly bound. No matter how much I tugged and pulled, it wouldn’t come loose.

“What, are you a master tie knotter now?” I quipped.

“Something like that,” he answered, his voice hoarse. He climbed onto the bed between my legs, and I drew my knees up, only for him to grab my panties and yank them down. Using his hands, he forcibly jerked them down past my knees as I kicked and fought.

I didn’t want to just be taken. I wanted to be subdued.

What was wrong with me? Why was I like this? Why didn’t I want to be on equal footing with him? I squeezed my thighs together, trying to close them and keep him out, but he used his body to forcibly spread them apart. My muscles tensed, straining against him, but he proved stronger.

Just like I wanted.

With Murtagh, it could be both hard and soft, but with Caspian, it could be rough, angry even, a challenge between us that both of us wanted to win.

It was a stark contrast to the gentle yet intense connection I shared with Murtagh. With him, there was a sense of understanding and deep emotional intimacy, a dance of mutual respect and affection that left me feeling cherished, yet when he was hard with me, I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed every second of it too.

Caspian, on the other hand, ignited something wilder within me. Our interactions were a firestorm of emotions, a push and pull of desire and defiance. Where Murtagh’s touch was soothing, Caspian’s was electrifying, sparking a fierce and passionate response that often left me breathless.

Both relationships were intense in their own right.

Both men promised me something the other didn’t, and a part of me wanted to explore them both to find out where it might go.

“This pussy is so very pretty,” Caspian murmured, and a rush of heat flared to my cheeks. “I can’t wait to taste it. I bet it’s going to be even sweeter than it looks.”

I struggled a bit harder, but his arms held my legs easily in place. I tugged at the tie once more, but it held fast. I was trapped.

He lowered his mouth down to brush against my inner thigh. I stiffened, the touch of his lips sending an electric pulse of pleasure straight to my clit. A gasp fell off my lips before I could stop it. With a knowing smirk, he trailed a line of kisses down the length of my thigh, edging closer and closer to my slit.

Then he pressed a kiss right above my mound, before moving onto the other side.

He was teasing me.

Again and again, he brushed his lips closer to my pussy, glancing only millimeters away from my throbbing clit, and I sucked in a heated breath. I could take this. I was a fucking djinn for Christ’s sake.

I could handle anything.

As Caspian’s presence enveloped me, a tide of desire surged within, its waves crashing against the shores of my restraint. It was an insatiable hunger, a yearning that intensified with every charged glance and every whispered word.

I was drawn to him like a moth to flame, only I was afraid at the end of the day that I was going to get burned. This whirlwind of desire left me teetering on the edge of surrender, eager yet cautious, drawn irresistibly to the promise of what came next.

“Caspian,” I breathed.

“Are you distracted yet?” he asked, his voice hoarse with his own need. I shifted my hips, inadvertently raising them towards his mouth before I realized what I was doing.

A small, defiant smile played on my lips. “Maybe a little,” I admitted, letting the words hang between us, charged with unspoken promises.

Caspian moved his mouth closer to my center, the heat from his body mingling with mine. “Only a little?” he teased, his breath warm against my ear.

I tilted my head, meeting his gaze with a mixture of desire and challenge. “It takes more than a little to fully capture my attention,” I shot back, my voice steady even as my heart raced.

His hand reached up, gently caressing my cheek, the touch a stark contrast to the intensity in his eyes. “Then I guess I’ll have to try harder,” he murmured, his lips hovering just inches from my clit, and I drew in a shaky breath.

The air around us seemed to crackle with electricity, each word and touch escalating the dance of our flirtation. It was a game of wills, and I was more than willing to play.

“Maybe you should,” I challenged him, and that’s when he leaned down and the tip of his tongue snaked out from between his lips. It just glanced against my clit, sending a shockwave of desire through me in an instant.

A sharp gasp escaped me, and then he centered the wet warmth of his mouth directly over my clit. Immediately, my eyes rolled back in my head.

In the charged space between us, my desire for him swelled like a storm brewing on the horizon, fierce and unrelenting. It was a hunger that spiraled deep within me, twisting and turning with every smoldering look and electric touch.

I couldn’t admit that to him. Not yet.

“How about this?” he teased, his warm breath caressing my clit, and I shifted on the bed, tightening my thighs and curling my toes.

“What about it?” I breathed, my voice breathy with my own arousal.

Without another word, he reached up between my thighs and spanked my pussy with the flats of his fingers. It was sharp enough to sting, but not hard enough to truly hurt. It was more than enough to take my breath away, though.

I squirmed beneath him, and he slapped my pussy again, three times in quick succession. The wet splat of his fingers against my slit was loud enough to set my cheeks aflame, and I whined softly under my breath at the realization that I was wet.

I wasn’t just a little wet either. I was soaked.

My fingers involuntarily tightened, clenching into fists of anticipation. The overwhelming rush of emotions sent a shiver through my body, causing my toes to curl. Heat suffused my cheeks, painting them with a telltale blush that betrayed the depth of my arousal.

I couldn’t hide. Not like this.

His eyes roved over my naked body, and then he started spanking my pussy in earnest. I cried out, the flats of his fingers painting my poor wet flesh a rosy pink and then a bright red. The sting was hot at first, but with each subtle smack, a wave of pleasure followed until I felt like I was on the very cusp of orgasm. Then he stopped.

With my pussy scalded, I couldn’t help but tighten my ab muscles and struggle against the silk tie once more.

“There now, such a pretty, wet little cunt,” he breathed, and his filthy mouth sent my desire spiraling out of control. I arched my back against the bed and shivered with need, my thighs trembling against his shoulders. He lowered his mouth in between my thighs, and then the wet warmth of his tongue circled my clit.

Oh, dear God. He is good at this. Like really fucking good.

My hips bucked and his hands wound around my hips, holding me in place as his mouth ravaged my pussy. My muscles tightened, and my skin flushed with heat. He pulled back far enough to flick my clit with the tip of his tongue, and a shudder of sheer ecstasy raced down my spine.

With just a few movements of his tongue, I felt myself hurtling towards the edge of orgasm, and with a few more, I was so close that I could taste it. My legs started to tremble, and my hands gripped the tie a bit tighter, pulling hard, yet the binds still held tight.

I was helpless to my pleasure. There was nowhere for me to run, nowhere to hide. He was going to force me to come whether I wanted it or not, and damn did a part of me want it.

My thighs quivered a bit harder, and I threw my head back as a tidal wave of bliss slammed over me before I was ready for it. A wildfire burned through my veins as every muscle in my body tightened. My mouth opened with a soft moan, which quickly turned into a scream. My eyes rolled back in my head, and the moon and sun and stars all fell down around me.

White hot bliss steamrolled through me, and when my head finally came back down from the clouds, every part of my body was throbbing with it.

I sighed, expecting him to slow down, and he did, if only for a few seconds while my body twitched with oversensitivity. But as soon as it passed, he started suckling at my clit again.

“Caspian,” I breathed.

“I’m enjoying myself, little mouse. Now lie back like a good girl and take what you’re given,” he growled. The sound of his voice was like a cool balm, a cold drink of water on a hot summer’s day, and my core squeezed so tight that my body pitched forward.

He ate my pussy like he hadn’t had a meal in days. With his every calculated move, a wild, uncharted desire roared to life within me, like a dormant volcano awakened by an irresistible force. Before I knew what was happening, I was coming again, and I couldn’t make it stop. It was as though he had unraveled the very fabric of my self-control, exposing a depth of passion I never knew existed. Every nerve in my body crackled with raw energy, sending waves of bliss cascading through me. I pressed my head back against the bed as I writhed, struggling to take the sheer pleasure he was forcing on me and reveling in it.

“God!” I exclaimed, and he chuckled, his breath hot against my pussy.

“Right now, little one, I am your God,” he growled. The sound of his growl rolled down my spine, and then I lost control one last time, only this time, pain edged at the corners of my vision at the same time that my pleasure devastated me. Stinging pain and raw bliss converged, weaving an intricate tapestry of intense sensation. The torment was almost more than I could handle, but as I soared, I fell into a bed of exquisite ecstasy that was more powerful than I had ever known.

Everything felt magnified.

Everything burned.

Everything else ceased to exist.

It was pure heaven.

When it was finally over, my body lay lax against the bed. I struggled to draw in a breath, the air escaping my lungs in ragged pants when he finally pulled away. Every nerve in my body throbbed with sensation, my muscles trembling with it, and I closed my eyes.

“I would think you’re sufficiently distracted now, Zazie-girl,” Caspian murmured, and my face flushed red hot, because he was absolutely right.

All of my worries had faded away, and the only thing left was this pulsing red-hot bliss that was still surging through my veins with wild abandon.

I tried to muster a semblance of composure, even as my heart danced a wild rhythm. “Maybe just a bit,” I said, my voice tinged with feigned nonchalance. “But let’s not give you too much credit.”

His smirk grew, and he leaned in, his breath tickling my inner thigh. “Oh, I don’t need credit, Zazie. Your blush says more than enough.”

I bit my lip, fighting back a smile. “You enjoy this, don’t you?”

Caspian’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Immensely. But to be fair, you’re not exactly playing fair yourself.”

I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity getting the best of me. “How so?”

He reached out, his fingers lightly tracing the line of my hip. “You underestimate the effect you have. It’s not just you who’s distracted.”

He climbed on top of me and brushed his lips against mine. The taste of myself was still fresh on his lips, sweet and musky and undeniably me. My cheeks flushed hot, and I tried to pull back, but his kiss grew more persistent, rougher, and I couldn’t help but kiss him back. His hands moved to cup my face gently. As he deepened the embrace, the world around us seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of us.

The heat, the passion, the unspoken promises that lingered in every touch—I wanted it all. His fingers traced the contours of my face tenderly, as if memorizing every feature, every curve. I struggled against my silken bonds, wanting to run my fingers through his hair, and then he was between my thighs. The hard line of his cock pressed up against my pussy, and despite the fact that I had fought him every step of the way, I wanted to feel him inside me. I spread my thighs a little, and he growled in approval.

Without another word, he reached down, freed his cock, and slammed into me.

Hard.

Delicious pain seared through my every waking thought. His massive cock speared into my pussy all the way to the hilt, and then he was driving into me with savage force. Nothing could have prepared me for it. He probably could have fucked me slowly, worked his big cock inside me, but that was not what happened.

He rutted me like a vicious beast, and there was nothing for me to do other than take it. I screamed. I moaned.

I came so hard that I practically vibrated right off his cock.

His hand cupped the back of my neck while the other grasped my hip, holding me firmly in place for my fucking. My pussy burned. It was impossible to get used to his size, and just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, my body forced me into a final orgasm that was more powerful than all the rest. Like a dormant volcano, my top blew off and sent my head soaring into the sky. My eyes rolled back into my head as every muscle in my body tightened, wave after wave of exquisite bliss barreling through me like a freight train careening off its tracks.

My body turned inside out.

My mind reeled.

My entire world turned upside down.

His cock filled me to the brim and then some. My inner walls seized around his thick length, pulling him in at the same time as they pushed him out. My legs trembled and my back arched clean off the bed, my eyes rolling back in my head.

I might have died a little bit in that moment.

I loved it.

His dick drove into me with savage intent, the wet sounds of our fucking making my face flush with heat as I came down from one orgasm and soared right into another.

His cock throbbed inside me, and all of a sudden, his seed was surging up inside me like a blazing hot rope. The feel of him filling me so viscerally threw me into another absolutely ravaging orgasm that left me soaring as he roared with his own climax.

Pain.

Pleasure.

Absolute bliss.

It was everything.

When I finally came down, my body had gone numb, and my mind was entirely devoid of thought. Caspian plunged all the way into me, and the wet sound of his come still inside me squelched between us.

“This pussy is the sweetest thing,” he whispered, and I simply laid there and blushed as he reached up and untied the bonds around my wrists. His arms wrapped around me, and he held me against him as I started to come down from the clouds. When my body started to tremble, he squeezed me even tighter before he reached down and pulled a blanket on top of me.

“Rest now, little mouse. I’ve got you.”