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Lexa wiggled under him, her hip rubbing his cock as she rolled to her back again. Then she stared up at him, eyes soft, lips parted. "Tell me what to do."

"Give in," he whispered. His hips were cradled against hers, so perfect, so
easy
. He could slide into her and find paradise. "Everything but those words."

Her hands skated down his sides to clutch his back, and she moved until the head of his cock just nudged her entrance. "Take me."

He couldn't. He hadn't pushed her, hadn't learned her limits or tested her reactions. He hadn't done his
job
, and taking her now would be a selfishness that could hurt her later on.

He couldn't take her... but he could pleasure her. He bit the side of her jaw and growled softly. "Put your hands above your head, novice, or I'll chain them there."

Again, she raised her arms to rest above her head.

A smile curved his lips, and he ground down against her and claimed her mouth in a deep, hot kiss, savoring the taste of her lips before he drove between them to find her tongue.

Lexa met him with the same enthusiasm she'd shown earlier, her hips arching off the bed as she opened to his kiss -- hungry, not a hint of calculation. She was good like this, magical and fucking intoxicating, and in that moment he knew she'd be the best. Even Celine had never completely let go, holding back part of her the way all strong women had to. But when Lexa gave in...

If he could teach her to fuck with the same freedom he tasted in her kiss, men would crawl over broken glass to have her. And he'd want to kill every one of them.

He dragged his mouth from hers and kissed her cheek, then dropped a line of kisses down the slender curve of her throat. "You're magnificent."

She moaned. "That's what I was thinking."

"You thought right." He skipped to her breast and caught the tip of her nipple between his teeth, giving it just enough of a teasing tug to gauge her reaction.

"Fuck." Her back arched, and she almost rose off the bed. She blinked, her gaze hazy and unfocused. "I lied earlier."

Dejan lifted his head. "About what?"

"I listened to the initiates gossip. The older priestesses, too. None of them even came close to describing you."

A nice boost for his ego, but he didn't need it with the scent of her desire thick in the air. "Perhaps you inspire me."

She smiled slowly. "Flatterer."

He bit her nipple again. She cried out and dropped her hands to his shoulders, then snatched them away quickly. "You'll have to chain me. I can't not touch you."

It took only moments to urge her hands up. Chains dangled from the headboard already, and he smoothed a hand along her skin as he fastened them to the silver loops on her cuffs. As he chained her.

Her skin flushed, and her breathing quickened. "What are you going to do?"

"Learn you." He retreated to her breast again. "Learn how hard I need to bite before you squirm... and how hard I have to bite before you scream."

Lexa choked back a moan. "Does this process involve orgasms?"

So many she'd sleep for a day. "Without a doubt."

"Bite me," she whispered, her eyes glazed. "Please."

He licked her instead, dragging his tongue over the tight bud of her nipple before sucking it between his lips. Only when she was writhing under him did he shift his mouth to the swell of her breast and close his teeth on it in a sharp, slow bite.

She began to pant. "None of the other trainers are
nearly
this evil."

He didn't like the thought of other trainers, and certainly didn't like her bringing them up. The beast inside him snarled, and he fought a quick, dirty battle to keep from allowing it to rise to the surface and claim her. Instead he slid lower, nipping at her stomach. "None of the other trainers is me."

"The understatement of an age." Her legs parted again, and her hips bucked up. "I've never had quite so much faith in a man's promises to make me scream."

"Too much talk of other men." He closed his hands around her thighs and pushed them wide before staring up at her face. "Never do that in bed with a warrior. A trainer can accept it --"
Or he should be able to.
"-- but a warrior will turn viciously possessive."

"I know that." She stared back at him. "But you're not claiming me. This is training. A test."

He didn't want to hear logic, so he silenced her by sweeping his thumb across her cunt, hiding a groan at the slick heat of her. "I'll claim you soon enough, and in ways you can barely imagine."

Lexa laughed, low and husky. "Try me, Dejan."

"Later. For now..." He slicked his thumb through her folds, teasing over her clit with the barest of touches. "I want to see you come."

She shuddered, and her entire body strained toward his touch. "Harder."

For once he obeyed, more interested in watching her pleasure rise than reasserting dominance. He stroked her more firmly. "That's right."

"
Yes
." She rocked up, finding a smooth, maddening rhythm despite the chains that bound her. It was intoxicating, the way her body moved, bound yet so free.

His beast craved, wanted her pleasure. Wanted to claim her. The latter would have to wait, but the former... He slid two fingers inside her and fucked her with them, his breath coming in panting growls as she writhed for him.

She cursed and clenched tight around him, gripping his fingers, and the slow flush of orgasm stole up her chest. "More, don't -- don't stop --" Her words dissolved into a scream, and she shivered and shook under his hands.

By the Goddess, she was beautiful when she came.

Dejan coaxed her to the peak of pleasure, then eased a third finger into her as she trembled with the aftershocks. Before they could fade completely, he crooked his fingers, searching for the spot that would send her wild again.

She shrieked when he found it, her hips coming off the bed. The chains rattled furiously, nearly obscuring the soft, desperate whimpers that followed her screams -- demands, pleas.

His name.

She came with utter abandon, and his cock ached from watching. He wanted to bury himself in her body and ride her, to feel that clenching heat around something other than his fingers.

But he had to test her. Push her. See how many times her body would rise to climax before she shook with exhaustion.

But Lexa shivered and twisted her body away from his hands. "It's my turn again."

A challenge, and as quickly as that the beast snapped the leash.

Lexa gasped as Dejan surged over her, but she didn't get a chance to speak before he wound a hand in her hair and kissed her. She tried to kiss him back, but he plundered her mouth, seemingly intent on dominating her. Owning her.

It almost made her come again.

Power thundered through the room, an overwhelming press of wild, feral magic. When he lifted his head, something dangerous glinted in his dark eyes. "You don't get a turn."

"Don't I?" The challenging words were useless. His power had awakened something primal inside her, and even as she spoke she relaxed and bared her throat.

He took it this time, closed his teeth over her pulse with a loud growl and marked her.

Her head was swimming, and her skin throbbed with his mark. She'd never been this wanton or out of control, and she expected it to frighten her. Instead, she found herself whispering Dejan's name in a quiet plea. "Take me."

Another growl, and he leaned up and pulled at the chains, dragging her hands toward the center of the bed but keeping them bound. A soft
click
, and he reared back and closed his hands on her hips before flipping her body. She landed on her stomach, the cuffs holding her wrists crossed above her head.

His breath fell hot against her ear. "Say it again."

She knew that, once she spoke the words again, he
would
take her -- hard, fast. Rough. Lexa barely managed to stifle a whimper. "
Take me
."

He thrust into her with one powerful movement, driving into her body and snarling his satisfaction against her ear.

The remnants of pleasure still simmering in her flared, and she jerked under him. "Dejan! Goddess..."

Large hands dragged down her shoulders and back as he rose to his knees behind her. He grasped her hips and dragged her up, but he didn't give her a chance to settle her knees on the bed. Instead he held her where she had no leverage to move and began a slow, taunting grind.

It was exactly why she'd wanted him as her teacher. No other trainer in the recent history of the Temple had the same reputation for satisfaction and instruction. It explained how he could command her body so easily, draw such exhaustive pleasure from her.

What it didn't explain was why she wanted him to mark her again, and why she wanted to press her own teeth to the strong, tanned column of his throat.

"That's right..." His voice was a rough, rasping whisper in the silence of the room. "I can feel it when you give in, feel the power of submission."

"I'm --" She bit her lip to stop the traditional words.
Give in,
he'd said.
Everything but those words.
"I'm glad."

"And obedient." One powerful thrust, a tease of what was yet to come, and he resumed the torturous rocking. "It's too late, novice. You're at my mercy now."

It felt heavenly, better than bringing any of the other trainers to their knees. "What are you going to do with me?"

His fingers dug into her hips, hard enough to leave bruises. "What do you think?"

He'd ride her to exhaustion, make her come until she begged him to stop... and she wanted him to say it. "I don't know. Tell me."

"No." A sharp jerk, yanking her to her knees to free his hands. One rubbed over her ass, rough fingers first then the bite of nails. "No warning for you, little novice. No control." He slapped her ass with his open hand.

She cried out as the sudden, stinging contact shook her. There was nowhere to go, no way to escape, even if she'd wanted to, which she didn't. "No control," she repeated in a whisper.

A pleased rumble, and the wet heat of his mouth against her shoulder. Fingers tangled in her hair, pulled her head back. "You're hot around me. Wet. So eager."

"Don't make me wait." She tried to put force behind the words, turn them into a demand, but they came out as a hoarse plea.
Fuck it. Give in.
"Please.
Please
."

He traced his hands over her, molding her body with strong fingers, tweaking her nipples and caressing her hips. He touched her everywhere, stroked and teased and demanded, all the while working into her with tight, short thrusts, fucking her like he wanted it to last forever.

Every one of those thrusts hit her G-spot, and she tried not to collapse under him. Nothing had ever felt so good, but she didn't want it to end. "More, Dejan."

"
Come
." A snarled command, steely and firm, and she couldn't resist.

Pleasure churned deep inside her, tightening into a knot of heat that made her shake. He thrust one more time and the knot exploded, sending the heat rippling through her, head to toe. Lexa clutched the chains and screamed.

She faintly felt the sting of his teeth, digging into her shoulder as he snarled. Warm, rough fingers centered on her clit, rubbed slow, deliberate circles that twisted pleasure higher.

She rode the inconceivable swell of pleasure for what seemed like forever, orgasm after orgasm, and Dejan through it all, whispering and growling and taking her...

Something inside her snapped, the final tiny piece of herself that she'd kept hidden. She
accepted
him, wolf and woman, and a burst of inviting magic rose between them.

"
Yes
." He slammed into her, then dragged her up to his chest with a snarl of triumph. His arms locked around her, and he buried his face against her neck. His teeth bit into her skin, and she shuddered as he jerked inside her and groaned her name, his release evidencing itself in a hot, satisfied rush of dominant magic.

Warmth spread through her, and her muscles wouldn't hold her anymore. She went lax in Dejan's arms, the chains binding her wrists clinking. "Oh."

"Mmm." He eased her back to the bed, and she felt the brush of his fingers as he freed her from her bindings. His hand stroked over her arm, down her back and along her side. "Rest."

"Rest." Lexa tucked her cheek against one of the plush pillows and sighed. Her brain had gone fuzzy, and she could barely move. "That's a good idea."

He moved off the bed, but she didn't stir. Surely he'd come back, and she could curl up in his arms and sleep.

Chapter Two
 

He didn't even have the courage to report to Celine in person.

Dejan sent a message -- text instead of video -- and fled to the wing of the Temple devoted to the trainers' living space. Forty minutes under the pounding spray of the shower and another twenty spent pacing the confines of the trainers' garden gave Celine plenty of time to send a message if she chose.

She didn't, which could mean Lexa was in worse shape than he'd feared -- terrified or injured or --

"Thought you'd be tied up all night." Hektor, one of the other trainers, sat down on a bench nearby. "Kweku said you'd been tapped to take over with Lexa."

Dejan considered snarling, but Hektor wouldn't be intimidated. "Are you gossiping like a novice now?"

Hektor raised both eyebrows and stared at him. "Just making conversation. What's eating you?"

"She's a
novice
. Celine has lost her mind, sending me a novice."

The older man shrugged. "She's not just any novice. She's going straight to the silver robes. Everyone knows it."

No one went straight to silver robes, not even Celine. "That's absurd. She's too young for that."

"Don't think age figures into it. Not this time."

If Celine shoved Lexa into silver robes, it would be a disaster. His loss of control was his own responsibility, but Lexa had wormed her way under his skin, prodded him with the perfect mix of challenge and submission.

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