A Ruin of Roses (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #1)(53)

I let out an anguished cry, and I was not acting.





11





“Tsk, tsk, Nyfain,” cooed the demon, the same guy that we’d seen at the bottom of the stairs. He had followed us out. “When you need to restrain your love interests, it means they aren’t having a very good time. Or maybe you think you can sex your way into her good graces? That is very demonic of you.”

Once again, I bit back a snarky response. But honestly, did he really think the sounds coming out of me as I barreled toward orgasm suggested I wasn’t having a good time? Did he never get women off?

Instead, I clutched Nyfain like the damsel I was trying to be, attempting an expression of uncertainty and fear. I probably looked like I’d smelled something sour. And with the stench of this demon hanging around, it wasn’t far off.

“What do you want?” Nyfain asked.

“Oh, nothing,” the demon replied with a grin. “I was just coming out to see if your lady wanted to sample another flavor. Like me, for instance. I can show her a good time without any need for restraints.”

Nyfain’s body tensed, and his fingers pressed into my flesh aggressively. He turned and yanked my pants up before fastening them gently and ensuring my shirt covered my exposed breast. His gaze roamed my face for a moment, and he smoothed my hair away from my cheek before wrapping his arm around my body.

“She touches no one but me,” he snarled, directing me from around the tree and starting toward the castle.

“For now,” the demon said silkily.

With my binding still askew and my swollen pussy throbbing from his deliciously rough treatment, I was staggering and walking askew. My core pounded, built up to impossible heights and then left wanting. I licked my tingling lips, remembering his kiss. Spank the goddess, he was a good time when he got going.

“What am I doing with you?” he growled softly—to himself, it sounded like—going to the back entrance where the couple was still pressed against the glass.

“Playing a dangerous game with my life, it seems like,” I retorted, my current situation making me a little saltier than usual.

He slammed the door forward. The couple flew into a heap of limbs on the floor. The man’s eyes were hooded and on fire, and the woman’s were soaked with arousal. Another flood of desire poured into me, sending my brain back to moments ago, when I’d been trapped against that tree with those tricky fingers deep in my pussy.

Goddess give me strength, I wanted more. Lots more. My body was not on the same page as my brain. Logic was completely absent where Nyfain was concerned. I needed to go sleep it off, preferably after a good self-love session.

Couples littered the hallway and my gaze skittered between them. A man with his face between a woman’s thighs. Two women writhing together in a corner. Another woman in the middle of five men, using every hole the goddess had given her and two hands to make up the difference. She was clearly excellent at multitasking dongs. Three men on the bench, one guy bent over sucking while a third took him from behind.

“Holy shit,” I groaned, staggering into Nyfain.

He glanced down at me, looked around, and then swept me up into his arms. He’d apparently been ignoring all of this. All the sex around us hadn’t made him flinch. I couldn’t even fathom that, because suddenly I was a wanton mess. Again.

“Let’s go finish what we started,” I purred, tracing my tongue along the shell of his ear.

“You’ll hate yourself for it in the morning.”

“Probably.” I ran my lips down his neck, delighting in his deliciously balmy smell, in the heat of his skin and the feeling of his strength wrapped around me. “I’ve hated myself for less.”

“I doubt that is true. We aren’t attracted to each other, princess. It’s our animals. We need to heed logic where they will not.”

“Are you sure? I didn’t feel your animal until the demon showed up.” I skimmed my lips against his jaw and lightly kissed the corner of his mouth.

He flinched away before hoisting me up and throwing me over his shoulder. “I always stay connected with my animal. I have to, or I might lose him. His desperation to hump you seeps through. Don’t let it go to your head.”

His words sounded hollow, as though he were willing himself to believe them.

He put me down roughly in front of the tower door and fit the key into the lock. The demon from earlier had been removed. I wondered if that was why the other demons had decided to go looking for us.

“I won’t always act like the damsel, you know,” I said defiantly, shoving away the residual desire.

“Good. It’s beneath you. But it’s important right now. It will stall the inevitable.”

“What’s the inevitable?”

“The demon king coming and the enemy closing in. You will need your grit by the end.”

Shivers arrested me. I breathed through the sudden uncertainty clutching at my chest.

“I need to learn to hand fight better,” I said. “I’m great with a dagger, and despite what the men will tell you, I’m the best hunter in my village. I’m good with a bow and a spear. I’m not so good with my fists, though. Also, I could use more strength.”

“You were just fine with that knife when you stabbed me.”