> "A good pet begs. A bold pet burns. But only the brave ones bleed for love."
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Dominic hadn't meant to speak.
Not without permission.
Not while still bound in Lyra's world, his wrists chained above his head, his cock pulsing between his legs, and the cursed collar humming against his throat.
But the words slipped past his lips anyway:
"I want to touch you this time."
The air cracked.
A stillness fell. The kind that came before the gods dropped their wrath. Lyra paused mid-stroke, her hands gliding over his stomach, just above the lowest rune that trembled from his desperation.
Her gaze snapped to his.
Dominic flinched.
"Say that again," she said softly.
"Let me touch you," he whispered. "Please. Just once."
Lyra blinked slowly.
Then smiled.
But it wasn't warm.
It was lethal.
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She rose from her position between his legs, the fabric of her gown billowing like smoke from a volcano. Her heels clicked against the enchanted stone floor, every step circling him with intent.
"You were doing so well," she murmured. "Obedient. Desperate. Delicious."
His throat went dry. "I didn't mean—"
"You did mean it." She stopped behind him. "And now you're learning."
"Learning what?"
The collar tightened. Not enough to choke, just enough to remind him who it belonged to.
"That your hands are no longer yours, Dominic."
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He shuddered as a rush of cold air swept through the chamber, accompanied by the hiss of whispered magic.
"You want to touch me?" Lyra cooed. "Then earn the privilege."
A mirror rose from the ground before him—tall, wide, ornate with bone and obsidian. His reflection stared back, chained, panting, ruined. But it wasn't the same.
His eyes were glowing violet.
Lyra's color.
He gasped. "What did you do to me?"
"I let my mark sink in. The collar isn't just control. It's a mirror of your soul now. You wear me."
He shook his head, dazed. "What if I wanted to be free?"
Silence.
Then—
"Say it again."
Dominic hesitated.
He didn't say it.
Because it wasn't true.
He didn't want freedom.
He wanted to understand why giving it up felt so much like power.
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She came into view again, her hand holding a small, silver knife with a glowing sapphire in the hilt.
He tensed. "What are you doing?"
She knelt between his legs.
"I'm going to bleed you."
His heart stopped.
She smiled.
"Not to harm you. To bind you deeper. Pain is the ink. Love is the script."
Before he could protest, she dragged the knife gently across his hip—not deep, just enough for a drop of blood.
He hissed.
The collar pulsed.
The drop fell onto the rune below his navel. It sizzled. The mark shimmered, then flared bright pink, then red.
His cock throbbed wildly.
"Fuck—"
Lyra purred. "Now you feel it."
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Suddenly, the air changed.
A crack. A ripple in the magic.
Lyra stood.
"Stay."
She vanished.
Not walked out. Just disappeared in a blink of dark light.
Dominic was alone.
Chains humming.
Mind spinning.
And then—
The mirror shattered.
A figure stepped through the shards.
A man.
Tall, obsidian skin, hair made of coiling shadow, eyes like white fire.
"You must be the pet," he sneered.
Dominic strained. "Who the fuck are you?"
"The one who gave Lyra her crown."
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The man didn't step closer. He floated.
"She made you beautiful. A plaything wrapped in runes."
Dominic growled. "You don't know her."
"I made her."
The chains around Dominic rattled violently.
Magic collided. The collar sparked.
The stranger raised a hand—
And was slammed against the wall.
Lyra reappeared, her aura raging, dark wings unfurling behind her like veils of flame and smoke.
"You touch what's mine, you die."
He grinned, even pinned.
"Still territorial, my queen."
She hissed. "You lost that title the day you cursed me."
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Dominic was stunned.
His body shook, not from fear, but from the energy. The tension. The raw magic that surged between the two immortals.
The collar around his throat tightened and loosened with her emotions.
His cock hardened again.
Despite everything.
Despite the threat.
Lyra turned to him. Her rage softened.
"He was my past."
Dominic swallowed. "And I?"
She walked to him, brushing her lips to his ear.
"You are the spell I never dared write."
Then she kissed him.
And with that kiss, the collar unlocked.
His arms fell free.
And for the first time—he touched her.
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His hands slid up her waist.
Her eyes fluttered.
She moaned softly. "So bold now."
He growled. "I still belong to you. But I want to be the one who makes you fall to your knees next."
She licked her lips.
"Then try."
And in a swirl of black silk and glowing runes, they vanished into the floor, bodies wrapped around each other, tumbling through a storm of lust and lightning.