Free Wicked Empress: The Onic Empire, Book 4 by Anitra Lynn McLeod

captured her complete attention. He kissed her as if his life depended on it. As if he would rule her with the power of his lips, and he almost did. Just as she began to fall under his spell, he pulled away, casting her a triumphant smirk. To her shock, he grabbed the back of Drahka’s head and proceeded to kiss him with the same powerful passion.
    Drahka’s startled expression gave way to a curious fumbling that Viltori tried to tame. Watching them clash tongues sent her senses reeling. Each tried to give more than the other, which made their kissing a battle. Back and forth the struggle for supremacy went until Bithia separated them with one palm to each man’s chest.
    “I give, you take,” Drahka said, clearly perplexed that Viltori did not understand that concept.
    “Now you know what last night was like for me,” Bithia said to Viltori.
    “He’s alpha,” Viltori explained. “He doesn’t understand there can be give and take without threatening his position.”
    Bithia laughed and whispered, “Seems to me he wants to dominate you.” Challenging him with the tilt of her face and the subtle lift of one brow, she asked, “What will you do now, teacher?”
    In that moment, she knew she’d pushed him too far. A new and dangerous light bloomed in Viltori’s dark eyes. He wouldn’t allow anyone to dominate him, especially not her.
    Slipping behind her, he captured her wrists, binding her quickly with the discarded sash of his robe. “I am a teacher, as you say, and I think the one who needs to learn is you.”
    Before she could protest, he said something in Drahka’s native tongue. Eagerly he responded by pushing open her robe and cupping her breasts. Twisting her nipples until her peaks stood hard, he then lowered his mouth to them at Viltori’s command.
    Bithia opened her mouth to issue an order, but Viltori turned her head to the side and filled her mouth with his tongue. Again, he kissed her until she was breathless. Pulling back just a fraction, he whispered against her lips, “You will submit, Bithia, or I will refuse to teach.”
    “I am the empress,” she challenged. Even though she wanted Viltori, and wanted him aggressive, she would not allow him to hold power over her. No man would ever have command of her. “What makes you think you have any authority with me?”
    “You gave me the idea yourself.”
    Her mouth went dry at the certainty in his gaze.
    Smiling slyly, he cupped her chin. Teasing his finger along her mouth, as if speculating about all the things he could put there, he whispered, “I am the only man on all of Diola who speaks your consort’s native tongue.” Viltori glanced to Drahka, who was eagerly playing with her breasts. “That makes me just as important as your consort.”
    Too late, Bithia realized she’d placed herself firmly under Viltori’s thumb.

Chapter Eight
    Drahka fondled Bithia’s breasts, loving the weight they made against his palms and the texture of her nipples in his mouth. Something on her skin tasted sweet and floral, a flavor he simply could not get enough of. He heard her and Viltori whispering back and forth, their voices low and heated. He understood what they said, but mostly he concentrated on touching his chosen. Her dark skin contrasted against his lighter skin just as Viltori’s even lighter skin contrasted against hers. The shading of their flesh was visually pleasing, as if they each blended into the other, then round again.
    Drahka very much enjoyed the teaching of solo touching. If he could stroke himself for a long time without climaxing, he could give longer and harder to Bithia, which should please her. His tribe had taught that such touching was shameful, for it wasted a man’s essence, but if he did solo touching without orgasm, there would be no waste.
    Watching his teacher had been exciting too. Viltori’s body was similar to his but different as well. His teacher had light hair on his head, no hair on his chest, and very dark