Undying Hate~ Book Three

“Come here.”

Sylvie screeched as Elias grabbed her wrist and dragged her on top of him in bed.

He was bed-bound by Kian, and Rowan was enforcing it particularly intensely while Sylvie just fretted over him like a mother hen. He had warned her to stop, but she couldn’t help it. When he was all weak and floppy, he was just so cute. She had to take advantage of it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll stop!”

“You said that already,” he grunted, slapping her ass twice on both cheeks.

Sylvie howled and squirmed, giggling hysterically when Rowan barged in a hoisted her free, planting her feet on the carpet.

“It’s our job to worry. You nearly died.” He growled, yanking the discarded blankets back over his pale body.

Elias’ jaw worked as he scowled at them both. “I did not.”

Sylvie swallowed but nodded. “I mean... you kinda did.” If it weren’t for Kian’s insanely quick thinking, organising a feeding tube to get blood into him, Elias might’ve not woken up. She shuddered. It wasn’t something she wanted to think about.

“Kian doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“I heard that!” Kian yelled from the kitchen.

Sylvie warmed and padded around the bed, grabbing a glass of blood from their new mini fridge. Rowan was so thoughtful sometimes.

“Here.” She thrust the glass in his hand and jumped back as he swatted at her wrist, the grin on her face making her cheeks ache. It was so good to be back with Rowan and have them safe that even the little blip of Elias’s portal sickness couldn’t dampen her mood.

He sat himself up and cracked his neck. “I am not a weak invalid. I’d prefer you don’t treat me like one. When are we leaving to retrieve Magnus?”

“We aren’t,” Sylvie replied quickly, eyeing Rowan as he paced the room. “At least not until you’re fully healed. Kian said that would probably be at least two months. So we’ll go then.”

Lie. Kian had planned their trip in three days, so she wouldn’t wait that long, no matter how much guilt it brought up. She pushed it down with a smile, reaching out to fluff Elias’s pillows.

Catching her wrist, he scowled at her and jutted his chin at Rowan.

“Have you been with Rowan since we returned?”

She blinked, huffing softly. “Yeah. I’ve been with him all the damn time.”

“I meant fucking, Sylvie. Don’t be obtuse.”

"Don’t be obtuse, Sylvie,” she mimicked. “I liked it better when you were still loopy from Amira’s meds.”

He was super cute, only calling her his wife and kissing her like she were a precious gem.

His eyes narrowed, and he tilted his head over towards Rowan. “Go and be with him. If you come back here and aren’t thoroughly fucked, expect a punishment.”

When Rowan’s eyes brightened, and Sylvie’s lips turned up in a smile, he chuckled low in his throat.

“It will involve both of you abstaining for a week. No touching. No climax. For a week.” As he annunciated the terms of the punishment, Rowan jumped up and snatched Sylvie’s wrist.

“Let’s go.”

She grinned and let him pull her from the room, past a smirking Kian and to the lawn.

“Where to?” Sylvie panted, looking around them and wincing as she spotted a handful of shifters milling around the edge of the forest.

Rowan’s eyes roamed, too, stopping at the slight ridge in the property that hid Elias’ sexy shed.

“What are you thinking?”

Rowan’s lips curled into a smile. “Can we? I want to see it.”

“Won’t he get mad?”

But Sylvie was already jogging, her heart racing and hand aching in Rowan’s tight grip.

They barely made it to the shed before they were on each other, biting and kissing and grabbing. Then, crashing through the door and locking it behind them, Rowan pulled back to take in the space.

“Oh fuck. Did he use all this on you?” He walked around, touching the things she had been on, the swing, the bench and finally, the giant X-cross structure. “I can smell you on these.” He turned to her, swallowing, his lust burning a hole into her.

Her body buzzed as a blush consumed her. Fire. Rowan set her on fire.

“Would you like a turn?”

His lips parted, and his breathing deepened. “In what way?”

She grinned before biting her lip. There was something she had to do before they went any further.

“What’s your safeword?”

“Safeword? I don’t need-”

“Everyone needs one. You don’t know how freaky this could get.”

His eyes flashed again. “What’s yours?”

“Strawberries.”

“That’ll do.”

“Say it.”

She stepped towards the wall of whips and paddles as he growled so loudly she throbbed.

“Strawberries.”

“Good boy.”

The growl became strangled as she pulled a flat paddle and a whip with leather strands. A flogger, Elias called it.

She turned to face Rowan and smiled, seeing his pants straining to hold him.

“Which one?”

With both palms up, he approached, his eyes casting over the tools.

“This one.” He pointed to the flogger, and Sylvie nodded.

“Take off your clothes.”

Slowly and never once taking his eyes off her, Rowan pulled his shirt off, unbuckled his pants and let them drop. Sylvie raised her hand to stop him. Underwear could come off later.

“Stand by the X.”

Rowan backed up with a grin lifting his hands for her to restrain. Instead of the two beams, she settled on the cross beam directly overhead, tying his hands into a double knot. He could easily break free, but she liked seeing him so vulnerable. His tattoos stretched and flexed as he adjusted himself, bracing for impact.

“Turn around.”

He spun the fixture around his wrists, tightening as he exposed his back. At first, she traced the flogger across his shoulders, letting the fabric tickle his skin. Shuddering under her touch, he tipped his chin to his chest.

“Don’t hold back.”

Her brow rose, but she didn’t want to see her uncertainty opting for a reasonable amount of force in the first impact. The flogger hit his skin with a hard, wet slap, but he hardly reacted, his skin only tinging the faintest pink after a few seconds.

“Harder,” he whispered harshly, rolling his wrists.

Sylvie inhaled slowly and changed her position, standing side-on to get a better angle and more force. This time when the flogger struck skin, it sounded more like a crack, and Rowan arched with a groan.

“Yes,” he rasped. “Harder.”

She swallowed and searched for another whip. The one she was using wasn’t giving what Rowan wanted. “Keep looking at the ground,” she croaked before returning the flogger she had used. Rowan’s back twitched, and the place where she had hit him was raised with gooseflesh.

Worry swirled in her gut as she searched for a more intense toy. Finally, a plaited flogger with a thin metal chain attached to the end caught her eye, and she grabbed it, marching over to Rowan.

She could do it. He was asking, after all. And he had a safe word. It was fine.

Raising the flogger overhead, she shivered when the chains tinkled together.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

“Yes, please, mistress.” His earnest voice and new title thrilled her body, her pussy clenching as he panted.

“This will be more intense.”

Rowan didn’t say a word, only lowered his head, letting his tensing back take the brunt.

She stuck him five times in quick succession, the satisfying crack and back arching from her mate making her wetter. On the sixth strike, though, the metal chains tangled together and hit Rowan’s shoulder with a sharpness that made him hiss. She froze as blood dripping down his back came into view.

The flogger hit the floor as her hands flew to her face, shame dousing every feeling in her body. She had hurt him. Scarred him. Just like-

“Sylvie?” Rowan spun and furrowed his brow. When their eyes met, he broke the bindings around his wrists in a second and lurched towards her, grabbing her shaking hands as she stood in the middle of the room.

“I’m okay, baby. It was an accident-”

“I’m sorry-”

Tears welled in her eyes as Kian’s back came to mind. How could she have been so careless? So cruel!

“Sylvie. Look at me. Look at me!”

He lifted her chin with his fingers and brushed the hair from her face. “I’m already healed. Look.” He turned his shoulder to show her. Only a faint line of blood remained. “If it were too much, I would’ve told you, baby. I’m okay-”

“I just - I can’t... I don’t want to do that anymore-” She sniffled, but her emotions slowly came back in check, and Rowan stroked her back.

“What do you want?”

Sylvie took a shuddering inhale and a forceful exhale between pursed lips. “I- I want... I want.” She paused, trying to come up with the words as her maelstrom of a mind spun endless riddles.

She groaned and clenched her fists. “I don’t want to make decisions anymore. I don’t want to be the boss. I want someone else to take charge.”

She squared up to Rowan with a huff and blushed under his boyish grin. “Oh yeah? Still have that safeword?”

The blush dialled up a few degrees. “Yes.”

“Good. Now stand still.”

“Strawberries! No, I’m not done- I just need a pause or something. Just stay still!”

Rowan chuckled darkly, his cock still buried deep inside her. “Fine.”

Sylvie panted, her breasts heaving in his face as she sat atop him on the spanking bench. He gripped her hips in anticipation for her to restart the fastest, most animalistic fuck she had ever experienced, and she kegeled on his dick.

Rowan growled, rolling his hips and forcing another whine from her as her breathing returned to half-normal.

“Okay, go.”

He restarted his movements, holding her entire body weight and lifting and dropping her on top of him. She couldn’t hold a single moan as he fucked her senselessly. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Soon the pressure grew too much, and she screamed, lifting herself off him as a spurt of liquid shot from between her legs.

“Fuck.”

Rowan’s chest rumbled as he took in the wetness now coating his pelvis, and his shining golden eyes snapped towards hers.

“Perfect.”

“No, it’s-”

“I know what it is, woman. Sit back down.”

With his fiery grip, he pulled her onto him again, helping her ride him as she lost herself to pleasure. As another wave of climax started, he sat up and held her back, slowing the pace unbearably as they rocked in perfect tempo, her clit rubbing deliciously against his pelvis.

“I want to breed you,” he groaned into her hair, raking his teeth against her neck.

The words made her lose the rhythm, though, and he noticed straight away, pulling back and searching her face, his movements only a fraction of the speed.

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be sorry. We never talked about it-”

“I’m on birth control.”

“I know. You don’t ovulate.”

“How-”

“I can scent it.”

Their movements ceased completely, and Sylvie bit her lip. “I’m sorry. I killed the mood.”

“Are you crazy? Can’t you feel how hard I am?” He thrust deep inside her to prove his point. “I shouldn’t have assumed that was something you wanted.”

“You mean, you aren’t mad?”

Rowan’s head tilted like a puppy. So cute. “Why would I be mad? When or if you decide you want a family, I will support you no matter what.”

“Even if I never decide?” While she never wanted children because of her experiences growing up and current issues with the Fates, she was closer to thinking about it after finding her mates.

“Even then,” Rowan growled. “Children or not, I will love you forever.”

She grinned, hugging him tightly. He groaned into her hair and thrust again before standing with her in his arms, still deep inside her. “What are you doing, Ro?”

He hummed approvingly as he turned and lay her on the spanking bench.

“Let’s finish this before your husbands come looking.”