I poured all of my demanding want into moaning his name, and Dain responded by shoving his hips harder against me and sinking his teeth into my shoulder with a rolling growl. The sound that came out of my mouth was positively filthy, somewhere between a moan and a scream, the heat and pleasure pouring through me. He might as well have been lighting napalm in my veins, a searing desire I had no ability to escape, or any intention of fleeing. He was mine, mine forever, and I was going to stake my claim on his body.

Clutching him to me, I started rocking my hips against the length of him, panting as I drove myself up against the hard demand of his desire. Dain groaned, his breath fanning against me, and started licking my neck, his nose running along my skin. He didn't stop moving his hips, those powerful, sinuous thrusts I had so admired in the garden all those months ago driving his cock up along me over and over again, leaving me dripping and needy, a sweet tension building inside of me. God, I wanted him inside of me now, why the hell was he making me wait—

"Can I—" he started, his voice guttural and hazed with lust.

"You fucking better," I gasped out.

He barked out a sharp laugh and shifted, lifting me higher and reaching between us to line himself up with my entrance, pressing up against me just enough that the tip of him slid into me, spreading me open. And then he fucking stopped, moving only in tiny little rocking motions that did nothing to ease the ache inside of me, panting against my neck while I whimpered and tried to haul him towards me with my legs. It was a totally losing battle; Dain was a thousand times stronger than I was, and he was clearly enjoying my desperation.

"Say 'please,'" he purred into my ear.

I didn't even take the time to consider whether I wanted to play with him. The words were out of my mouth almost before he finished speaking, "Dain, please fuck me, please, I need you inside me, I want you so badly—"

Dain shuddered, his claws digging into me as his hips bucked. "Oh, fuck," he groaned. "Fuck, Leah—"

"Yes, fuck Leah," I whined. "Please, Dain."

That made him laugh, a panting sound, and Dain planted a kiss on my neck. "As her majesty requests."