A Kingdom of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales Book 3)(26)

My heat fanned higher. My ecstasy increased. My embarrassment was out of control.

My back hit the wall. I could barely think over the pulsing in my body as I imagined him between my legs. His hands on me. His cock pumping hard.

His pleasure poured through the bond, along with other feelings. His love. His devotion. His rage at what was happening to me.

The mark on my neck tingled as though a hot, wet tongue had slid across it. My legs straightened of their own accord, and pain ate at me, lending to the memory of when he’d bitten me and claimed me as his.

The orgasm forced out a strangled cry, tightening my jaw and stealing my breath. I shuddered, a wave of power blasting through me as sensation consumed me.

Shaking, breathing heavily, I rested my head against the wall for a moment. The silence of the room was deafening.

“Sorry.” I gulped down air. “Sorry about that…”

Govam was staring at me with wide eyes in a blank face. He clearly hadn’t processed what had happened in front of the demon king, and no one had told him how I’d been handling the officers’ whipping. Well, he knew now. He’d just gotten a front-row seat to exactly how that golden dragon was helping me through the pain.

Denski had stopped to look back, and Jedrek was scowling for all he was worth.

“Sorry about that,” I said again with a flaming face. I probably still had spit dribbling off my chin, and I definitely had dirt and dried blood caked on every inch of me. I was not the epitome of sexy right now but…well, I just came in front of a bunch of people in the middle of a conversation. That wasn’t something a person just shrugged off. Not outside of Nyfain’s castle, anyway.

“You were saying?” I prompted when Govam continued to stare.

A guffaw trailed down the middle of the cells, Vemar finding great delight in all of this.

“What the fuck just happened?” I was pretty sure that was Tamara.

“Did she just…” A female’s voice drifted away. Jade, I thought, her eyes as green as her name.

Silence settled again. Shocked silence. Silence no one could figure out how to fill.

“That was just my bond mate, helping me deal with the pain of moving around,” I said with a grimace.

Govam held up his hand, his eyes shrinking back to normal size, and something new glimmering in them that I couldn’t read. “I don’t need to know.”

“I kinda want to know,” Vemar called. “It is fantastically filthy, Strange Lady, and I’m here for it.”

“Thanks, Vemar,” I said dryly as Govam went to stand. “No, wait—” I held out a hand and lowered my voice, nothing but a soft hum so no one but the two of us could hear. “Why did you tell me that? About the castle?”

Govam didn’t move, but I could almost feel him glancing over his shoulder. “I didn’t tell you anything of note. Nothing everyone else doesn’t already know.”

But there was something in his eyes. A hooded sort of poignance.

“As to your other question when we brought you in,” he said, “no, I am not a screamer. I can see why you’d be curious, given your display just now…”

Heat rushed to my cheeks.

He stood. “I have to get your…betrothed upstairs. He has made quite an impression. He has all the swagger of an alpha but none of the annoying stubbornness and power that comes with it. Not to mention he’s handsome and easy to please. He’s a great favorite.”

“Knew it,” Vemar said.

Govam’s eyes turned hard. “Your first party is coming shortly. A cage has been cleaned out for you, so you’ll get to see him in action.”

With that, he turned and stalked down the dungeon, climbing the stairs with determined movements. Denski and Jedrek followed, Denski barely bothering to shove Jedrek to move faster. Jedrek already couldn’t get out of here fast enough.

“Night-night,” Denski called a moment before the lights clicked off and we were swathed in darkness. “Obice going active.”

The obice was the magical lock. The officers usually applied it at the top of the stairs, though the head guards were capable of enacting it too.

My eyes adjusted immediately as I let out a soft breath and contemplated trying to lie down again. Part of me was tempted to move around just so Nyfain would have an excuse to bring me more pleasure, but I knew I would let little whimpers or worse escape, and I needed a break from embarrassment.

So I just sat there, looking out over the still stone, letting my mind wander. Without Jedrek around to annoy me, I should’ve known where it would go.

Straight to Nyfain.

An image of him materialized in my thoughts. He stood in the everlass field with the sun soaking through his tousled dark brown hair. His gorgeous golden gaze beat into me, and the air between us crackled with power. His straight nose cut through almost sharp cheekbones, hollowed at the cheek. I’d once thought him almost severe looking, absent the smiles that brought out his devastating handsomeness, but not anymore. I knew his rage, his moods, his tempers…they were all a cloak over his great, swelling, broken heart—a heart that had been broken anew when the demon king took me away.

But I’d be back. Unlike his mother, who hadn’t been able to cheat the grave, I would not let the beyond claim me. If I had to crawl out of this place, freshly whipped and randomly orgasming, I would. I would make it back to him just as soon as I could.