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  “From this day forward…” He grinned at her in the mirror and pinched her harder. “Does that excite you?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered, nodding. “God, yes, very much so.”

  “Good answer.” He looked at her in the mirror and slid one hand down her body and the other picked the flogger up again and moved behind her. He slipping his fingers between her folds and grinned at her in the reflection. “Umm, and so wet for me already.”

  “I’ve never been so wet,” she admitted, her face flushing.

  “I should hope not, though it’s going to be a constant state for you from this moment onward.” He bent his head and nibbled her shoulder, biting playfully at the skin on her neck as he pinched her clit sweetly. He pulled away and walked around to the front of her and held her eyes with his. “Now watch me undress.”

  “Just try and stop me.” Her eyes shined eagerly.

  Harley smirked and made a show of it, unbuttoning his shirt slowly and slipping his jacket off. He let the shirt fall to the floor and finished off by undoing his belt and letting his pants fall to the floor. He toed out of his shoes and socks and smiled at her as she licked her lips. She took him all in, and he never saw a woman who looked at him with such wantonness.

  “You like what you see, my Bella?” he asked and ran his hand down his chest and cupped himself for her benefit.

  “Very much so.” Her eyes travelled freely over him, drawn to his hand. “I find myself doing something that I’ve never done before, or thought I ever would.”

  “And that is, love?” he asked as he strode around the bed towards her.

  “Thanking my father. He’s never done something so right in his life.”

  “Nor mine. But I’m glad they did this.” He grabbed her by her waist and pulled her back to him, keeping her flush with his chest, his cock nestled on her lower back, hot as a brand and hard as steel. His hands were possessive on her belly and slowly moved lower to tease her, and one higher to once again cup her breast. “I must admit, I’m in awe of your perfect breasts.”

  “You are?” She pushed back against him, thrusting her breasts high into his hand.

  “Umm. I never thought you would be this perfect.”

  “I know what you mean.”

  He grinned and picked up the flogger again. “So…,” he said and ran the straps over her again. He pulled back and hit her side and her ass cheek with the flogger and chuckled at her gasp. “Umm…very responsive…but we will play with this more another day. I had designs on working you up to a frenzy, but I don’t think I need to. You’re already soaking your thighs.” He dropped the flogger on the bed and moved closer again. “Part your knees further.”

  She did as he asked, her body throwing off heat. “I think I’m pretty frenzied already. Any more and I think I’d explode.”

  “And we can’t have that. Well, not in the way you mean.” Taking up his previous spot behind her, he gripped his shaft and slid it between her thighs and across her wetness. “We will play more later, right now though…” He shifted his hips and slid in slowly feeling her barrier and groaned.

  She was tight, so deliciously tight, and he almost lost it. He looked at her in the mirror, and seeing her eyes go wide with the invasion, he bit down on her shoulder and surged forward at the same time, seating himself into her completely. She cried out, and he stilled, letting her adjust.

  “Gods, Harley! Fuck,” she sobbed, straining against the bonds.

  “In time…” He grinned at her in their reflection and growled as he started to move. “Watch me. Keep your eyes on mine,” he said softly in her ear. “Gods, you’re so wet and tight… No pain, right? No, you like this… Fuck your sheath is gripping me so tight, and you haven’t even come yet.”

  “No pain. I can just feel you so completely.” She closed her eyes, then forced them back open, watching him, her eyes darkening.

  “Such a good girl,” he whispered and licked her neck. “Gods, you feel so fucking perfect, and you’re mine.” He rolled her clit between his fingers. “Don’t look away…gods, I can feel how fucking close you are. Come for me darling, so I can bleed you.”

  His words sent her over the edge as she crashed into her orgasm.

  Holding on wasn’t easy, but he maintained, watching her eyes go glassy, then wide, then soft as she panted out her pleasure.

  He purred in her ear. “Such a good girl…takes direction like a champ.” He groaned and licked behind her ear.

  “Fuck, you’re dripping down my shaft, baby.” He nibbled and worked her hard, feeling her close to cresting once more. That she could come so quickly after the first, he was indeed lucky with his concubine. He felt her start to shudder and kept his eyes on hers as he quickly bit down, feeling his teeth sinking into her sweet flesh, tasting her blood for the first time. Bliss poured into him and sent him over the edge, shooting his seed into her body as it contracted around him tightly.

  “Oh, yes, thank you,” she purred faintly, her body sagging against the silk ties.

  Harley pulled away, licking her wound with his tongue, groaning. Nothing in the world tasted better than her blood. He licked his lips and kissed the bite mark. “Umm, you are intoxicating.”

  “That was amazing.” She looked up at him awed, her body still quivering.

  “Yeah, and I understand it only gets better. Next time we will have to utilise your position. I do so like seeing you tied up.” He reached up and let her arms down and cuddled her to him.

  “I like it too, the thought always excited me…as with this.” She lifted the flogger, stroking it over his chest.

  “A little kink never hurt anyone. Ask Ben and Minerva.” He grinned and pulled her to him, and they lay in quiet repose for several minutes. Later, he moved over and grabbed the small box. “For you.”

  “Me?” She took the box peering curiously at it.

  “Who else gets my collar?” he said, opening the box and producing an inch and a half thick piece of leather with a silver ribbon running over it, stamped with words written in Puckish, the original language of Satyr. The symbols were refined, scrolling and worked into the ribbon with sterling silver thread. In the centre was a large piece of jade, milky and solid with a small piece of moonstone on either side. They were all set in platinum.

  “It’s beautiful.” Her fingers stroked reverently over the leather.

  “It’s yours. Always has been. When I was sixteen, I had it commissioned.”

  “I love it. Will you do the honours?”

  He smiled and nodded. “Lift your hair, baby.” Harley moved behind her and put it round her neck as she lifted her hair. “As soon as this closes, you’re mine Arabella, and I couldn’t be happier.” He let the ends touch and magic pricked the air as the seams knitted together to make one unending piece of leather and ribbon around her neck.

  “Mmm, feels good to be yours, finally.” She explored the collar, looking at it in the mirror.

  He watched her, his body waking seeing her move. She was so sexual, so sensual. It made his body burn with need of her again. “And all it entails.”

  “It suits me, don’t you think?”

  “Better than I’d hoped it would. Now come here, you magpie.” He grinned. “We are far from finished this night.”

  “We are?” She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him boldly.

  He groaned and flipped so she was stretched on top of him. “Ummm, indeed love. Such a sexy bitch.”

  She straddled his waist, grinning down. “So you’re pleased with me?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

  Harley laughed. “Fishing for compliments, now? Such a naughty concubine.” He spanked her ass and winked.

  “Not fishing. When I fish, you’ll know it.” She brushed his hand against her ass.

  “Liked that, did you?” He didn’t need to see her eyes dilate to know the answer. His lovely concubine was a closet kink lover, and he was going to love opening her up to new things.

  “I do…very much
. Feel.” She glided herself over his shaft, grinding, teasingly coating him with her honey. “See?”

  His eyebrow shot up. He didn’t think he would like his woman so assertive, but Ben definitely had the right idea with Minerva. She was happy and loved, and did what she wanted. Arabella would be the same from the looks of it, and he looked forward to it. “So take what you want, Bella. I will never deny you something that’s for our mutual pleasure.”

  “I would hope not.” She kissed him, their tongues intertwining as she shifted, sinking tightly down his shaft.

  Harley was once again tumbling into bliss. The woman riding his cock was lethal in her single-mindedness, singular in her passion for him and his body. He moved his hands to her waist and guided her, sliding deeper into her wet willing body.

  “Fucking sweet hell, Bella, this body was made just for me.” He punctuated each of his words with a deep thrust. “Let go, and show me your pleasure.”

  She did exactly as he asked, losing herself to their rhythm. Her nails found his abs, furrowing into them as she rode him, her eyes rolling back with pleasure.

  This woman was everything he wanted. She was sexy and wild and took her pleasure like she owned it. Being bound to this woman was not going to be a hardship. “That’s it, baby…come as you like,” he hissed.

  She came bucking wildly on him, thrusting him deeper and deeper into her core.

  Harley rolled them, and Bella was quickly on her back, her legs around his waist as he reared up on his knees, his hands on her hips, keeping himself seated inside her, feeling the little tremors her sheath was gifting him with. He smiled down at her and licked his lips.

  “I swear, Bella,” he groaned and lifted her hips, taking her hard and fast.

  She was greedy in her lusts, moaning for him, moving her body to meet him with every thrust, but her eyes never left his.

  “Touch yourself, Bella. Play with those perfect breasts.”

  She cried out, her back arching as she toyed with her breasts. Her fingers pinched at her nipples twisting and pulling at them making them larger.

  Harley watched her and grinned. “That’s it baby,” he growled. “Sweet Christ, you’re wet.” He worked her deeper, lifting her hips as he reared back on his haunches, taking her at a different angle.

  “Harley,” she screamed, coming hard, her body pumping his cock.

  He groaned and set her hips down, grabbing her shoulders to pull her up to him, and he set the collar to make her blood flow. It slid down her breast, and he licked it up, concentrated harder and let the ruby liquid flow more freely. It wasn’t enough. He had heard that some Satyrs needed more of their women and biting wasn’t uncommon. He turned his head and bit down on her exposed shoulder into the meat on the other side of her clavicle and moaned in bliss at the taste of her blood.

  She came again, feeling his tongue slip over her body. “Gods, Harley!”

  He drew deeply of her life force, then pulled away and kissed her, letting her taste her blood on his tongue. He pulled her hips up again so she was sitting on his lap completely and smiled, then set her to moving on his cock once again. She rode him hard, and he slapped her ass hard as she did.

  “Bella,” he panted, “once more, big one for your Satyr.” He leant down and pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

  She came again, her orgasm exploding though her. “Harley, gods!”

  With a roar, he followed her over the edge of ecstasy and panted into her shoulder. Her sheath milked his shaft, the little tremors slowing.

  “Not bad, Arabella.”

  “Oh,” she sighed, “not bad at all.”

  He licked at the bite on her shoulder, which was slowly healing before his eyes. “You have pleased me greatly.”

  She shivered on him, nuzzling him. “Mmm, and you please me.” She chuckled, nipping his lip with her teeth. “Very much.”

  “A bonus, pet. Now sleep… I will have need of you again soon.”

  Chapter Six

  Harley walked out into the morning sunshine and squinted. He then slipped on a pair of sunglasses, stepped off the front porch of the main building and strolled towards where Ben’s cottage sat.

  Satyrs were everywhere—in tennis clothes, hiking gear, business suits and riding clothes—and they all nodded to him as he past. Now that he had a female of his own, he was noticeable, as it always happened. Once a Satyr had women of his own, collared and submissive, the others always respected them more. The ability to bind and hold the female made them powerful, and if you didn’t have that yet, well, you were under society’s notice.

  As Harley now had Arabella in his stable, a female from a powerful and influential family, Harley would be in demand. Not that he cared. Bella, his stunning and perfect Beloved, was not to be used to further another’s gain.

  He smiled as he thought of her and discreetly adjusted his groin as the phantom memory of her moans and whimpers assailed his mind from the night before. Gods, she was a fantastic specimen of female.

  He had left her in their room, getting ready for her day out with the other Beloveds. She was going with Minerva, her mother Ellen, his own mother, and several of the other Beloveds from Rummer to a shopping trip at an outdoor outlet mall, so he had his day open for the business that he had to conduct with Ben.

  It was interesting how seductive the pull to Tempest was to him, not that he would leave his own clan, but Ben had some progressive ideas and was gaining the memberships through his charm and charisma, as well as his promises. Ben was a born politician, and Harley knew it was from his years at the Strigo courts growing up. He was also a born leader, and he was the only Tempest left in the world. Ben had a lot to live up to, and it was looking more and more like he was going to surpass his father and his ancestors before him.

  As Harley walked up the cobblestone lane to the door, he was greeted by Minerva as she was exiting. Harley bowed and smiled.

  “Lady Minerva,” he said and kissed her cheek.

  “Lord Harlequin,” she said and slipped her sunglasses on. “Ben is inside with Jared and Alexander. You’re just in time, his appointments are starting soon.” She looked down at her Rolex. “And if I don’t hurry, I’ll miss the party bus. Everything okay with your Beloved?”

  He smiled. “Yes, cousin. She’s happy and collared and looking forward to spending my money. Look out for her, will you?”

  Minerva nodded. “We are going to be best-ies, you’ll see.” With that, she left and hurried towards the main hotel.

  Harley opened the door and slipped his glasses off, allowing his eyes to adjust quickly to the darker interior of the cottage. His skin prickled, like it did when they’d found the demon portal to the grotto, and Harley knew he was witnessing Ben exercising his powers. He shook off the creepy crawly feeling and turned the corner from the foyer, only to find a craftsman style entryway, the columns holding up the doorway. He felt the portal there and the power that swelled from between it. He took a breath, passed through and entered Ben’s room back at his place.

  He found Alex and Ben there with Jared in his swing chair, chewing on a cookie. Harley smiled at the baby, who looked at him and gurgled.

  “A portal? Really, cousin, that’s just blatantly showing off. And cookies, Ben? He’s going to be a little fat Satyr, soon enough.”

  Ben beamed at him. “Showing off? That doesn’t sound like me at all.”

  “Right. And I’m the queen of England.” He sat in an overstuffed chair and sighed. “So what’s on the damn agenda today? You getting Alex here to be your steward or babysitter?”

  “Both.” Ben grinned. “He offered. Bastian said he was popping around early. So that’ll give me a break from turning musty old bastards down.”

  Harley shook his head. It looked like these young Satyrs would do anything to be a part of the powerful Tempest clan, and Ben wasn’t above a slight hazing. “Fair enough. So who is on the docket today, and how many of them are coming to apply for a spot in the clan?”

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bsp; Harley liked his cousin’s study. It was old world, one of those rooms you would expect in a hunting club with plenty of dark woods, overstuffed chairs and tables. Ben’s desk was a cherry monstrosity—one that Ben had told him could fit two women comfortably, engaged in a good scrumping. Ben always had the best ways of explaining things.

  “Six or seven, if I can be bothered.” He looked at a piece of paper on his desk. “Nobody really jumps out…well, maybe one.” He reconsidered. “A wild Satyr named Corbin, reasonably old and has a reputation for ruffling feathers. A good few of his wild brethren want his head for poaching.”

  That made Harley sit up. “Very interesting. Wild, eh? So was he once clan?”

  “No clue.” He lifted the paper looking on the back. “It doesn’t say.”

  “And when is he due in? I don’t wanna miss this. Wild Satyrs rarely petition to be part of the already established clans, and it’s even rarer that they are allowed at the events. Mr. Corbin is getting more and more interesting every second.”

  “After Sebastian. So in about,” he looked at his watch, “half an hour.”

  “Son of a…” Harley heard the muffled curse and laughed, seeing Bastian fixing his hair as he dusted himself off. “Leave it to Ben to put a portal where there’s a step down. Almost broke my goddamn ankle.”

  “You know, I never noticed that before.” Ben smirked, standing to lift Jared.

  “Sure you didn’t.” Harley shook his head. The only reason he hadn’t fallen was because he knew where the portal was likely to lead, and he had been there several times before. He knew how Ben liked to operate.

  Bastian frowned as he walked in and bowed to Ben and to Harley. “Princes, little Prince.” He wiggled his fingers at the baby who was still munching on his cookie. “Alexander.”