Page 326 of Commanding Blood And Bonds

“I’m gonna shred this armor,” I muttered, and she laughed, looping her arms around my neck.

I carried her inside, kissing down her jaw as I moved. When I tossed her onto the bed, my shadows slipped free and pinned her wrists, her laugh lighting me up from the inside.

“Oh, those are fun,” she teased, smiling like the sun we just abandoned.

Climbing over her, I asked, “Do you trust me?”

“Enough.”

I could work with that. For now.

I lowered myself over her, kissing her lips, jaw, and clavicle before plucking a blade from the sheath at her ribs. Her breath hitched. I grinned against her skin, held it up, and let my shadows place it on the dresser. She smirked. I unsheathed another, and another. Before long, I lost count.

“You were prepared to take down the whole compound.”

“Just about did,” she said, her eyes locking with mine, the truth unspoken.

For me.

“You really are their daughter.”

“Damn straight.”

I chuckled, trailing my hands down her torso. I emptied her hips, her thigh holsters, then her calves. Finally, I retrieved the last dagger from her ribs, my thumb tracing that familiar rune.

“This is mine,” I noted, holding it aloft.

“Was,” she replied with a smug little wrinkle of her nose. “Until I took it off you.”

Chuckling, I raised the blade to her throat, feeding on the way she tilted her head, baring her neck. Her pulse fluttered like a hummingbird beneath porcelain skin.

That was trust. And my body roared in satisfaction.

Eyes locked on mine, she wet her lips, that flicker of challenge gleaming in her gaze.

I traced the dagger along her jawline, then slowly dragged the point down her jugular to the collar of her armor.

“Do it and die,” she muttered, eyes narrowing.

I tossed the blade aside with a grin and stepped back to admire her tight body stretched over the bed. My shadows released her, and she surged upright, stripping her clothes like they offended her. I helped, wrestling her out of her pants as her hands yanked at mine.

Gazes locked, she slowly lowered to her knees easing the fabric down, my dick jutting free. It wasn’t until she tossed my clothes aside that her eyes dropped to my cock, where the needy bastard was at full mast. For a heartbeat, her attention diverted to my thigh tattoo. I could never articulate why, but it had always been my favorite—a skull nestled in Azalea branches, with two accompanying sparrows perched among the leaves. The result of a shroom trip not long after graduation.

Something like fear flashed in her eyes as Freya ran her hand over the ink like a silent benediction before turning her attention back to my shaft. Her eyes gleamed as she took me in hand, her fingers not quite closing around the width. When her thumb brushed the Jacob’s ladder piercings, my dick twitched, a groan rumbling from my chest. She licked her lips and slowly ran her tongue up the length of me, teasing each silver bar. When she finally took me into her mouth, I nearly lost it.

She hummed as my hands fisted her hair, satisfaction sparking in her eyes. I was so fucking ravenous for this woman there was a high probability I was about to humiliate myself.

A fear that was amplified when she took me to the back of her throat, her muscles tightening, and then she did it again. Her beautiful eyes watered and those fair lashes fluttered against her creamy skin as she fought to swallow me down.

This fucking woman would be the death of me. The sight of her on her knees—the infamous Wraith with my cock in her mouth—peering up at me beneath heavy lids threatened every scrap of control I’d built.

“Fuuuck, Freya,” I ground between my teeth, tightening my hold on her hair. Goddamn, I was gonna bust like a virgin if she rolled her tongue like that again. When I couldn’t take another second, I scooped her up and claimed her mouth, backing her toward the bed.

Stripping the rest of her armor and underthings, I laid her bare and stared at perfection.

“You’re soaked.”

She smirked. “Kinda the point, don’t you think?”