A Ruin of Roses (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #1)(74)

I couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help it, even with his bad attitude and surly demeanor. At least my animal would be proud, though I didn’t reach for her because I didn’t want her hijacking the scene.

I pushed the covers down, exposing that muscular butt.

“Do dragons have wings when they are in human form?” I stroked a little. He groaned, and I could tell it was half pleasure, half pain as his shoulders and butt flexed, thrusting into my sheets. “I’ve never read that.”

“No, they don’t,” he growled. “They have strips of scales, though, where wings might go. They were ripped out of my body when his wings were ripped off his back.”

I flattened my palm next to the scar, above the bandages. “And that strip of scales…”

“Is incredibly erotic and forbidden.”

“Why is it forbidden?” My voice was husky. I slid my hand up and grazed the top of the scar with my thumb.

He shivered again. “It’s reserved for mates.”

My lips curled a little higher. “What else is forbidden to princes that you have absolutely done?”

“No one has ever touched those scales.”

“Oops. That’s the second question you didn’t answer. On purpose? I think so.” I ran my thumb across it again. Then down, feather soft, barely touching.

“Oh goddess—Finley, please…you shouldn’t—”

He wasn’t fooling anyone.

A memory of his thumb tracing along my asshole made a few things click together very quickly.

“The demon king has the incubi and succubi in the castle—and villages—because a lot of that kinky sexual stuff was forbidden, right?”

I stroked up the scar. He breathed in deeply, his spine bowing and his pelvis pushing forward, grinding his hard cock into my bed.

“No anal, no orgies, no…flogging, certainly, right? No one tied up? I must admit, I have always been wary of being tied up—control issues—but when you had my hands pinned the other night, I was into it. I would let you tie me up, and blindfold me, and have me.” His hips jerked forward, clearly at the image. “What about the salons? Ever visited one of those? Did you try any of that before the curse? I don’t reckon the king could thoroughly regulate the whole kingdom, but he could certainly restrict the castle. Or at least try. Did the dutiful, honor-bound son follow the laws of the land?”

When he didn’t answer, I returned the favor from the other night and ran a finger up his crack. “My ex used to like a little ass tickle and sometimes a poke when he was getting a blowjob. Did you ever try it? There’s a very sensitive spot I know how to hit—”

“Do not talk to me about other men,” he growled, and heat slithered down my spine. I felt my animal arch and purr within me. She did like when he went alpha.

“Have you ever tried it?” I asked in a husky voice as I traced a finger up along that scar again, still featherlight.

“No…” He pumped his hips forward. “Finley, please.”

“Hmm, you’re begging, Nyfain. I’m sure Mr. Big Bad Alpha was never supposed to beg.”

On impulse, I leaned forward and licked the top of the scar.

His hips bucked. He let out a long, tortured moan. “When I am better, I am going to slam you against a wall and make you pay for all this. I will fuck you so hard you can’t remember your name. You will never want another man so long as you live.”

This was a dangerous game we were playing. His dragon wanted to claim me, after all. If I lost, I’d lose big.

Sometimes you just had to take the gamble.

“Big words, for an invalid.” I licked again, then kissed softly, reaching over and rubbing his other scar.

“Finley,” he sighed, his hips jerking now, humping my mattress. “Spread your legs in front of me. Let me taste you.”

“Nah. I’ll just finger myself while you get off on my bed.”

“I’m pretending it’s your pussy I’m rutting.”

“Pretend all you want, but when we’re done, you’ll always think back on the way that common girl made you come for her in the most awkward way imaginable.”

His groan was pleasure and torture again, and I laughed as I dipped my free hand below my waist. I felt along my slick wetness before dipping a finger in. I licked along his skin, rubbing softly with the other hand.

“Hmm,” he said, then turned his head, looking at my arm dipped below his field of vision.

Rising, I knelt one knee on the edge of the bed and pushed my fingers into myself, my arm jumping with each thrust. I pulled them out and offered them to him. He sucked greedily.

I did want to position myself in front of him, to let him at my pussy like a starving man. But that would be a bit too much moving and tearing for his wounds, and besides, he hadn’t let me have access to him in the past, and I’d intended to make him pay.

I jammed my hand back into my pants and bent to his back again, licking and sucking, rubbing his other scar. He lifted his ass and tried to reach down, shaking with the effort. I slapped his hand away.

“I need to get my cock right so I can defile your sheets.”

I grinned wickedly, reached down under his body, and grabbed hold of that huge, beautiful cock. I salivated with the desire to suck it in, take it farther than I could comfortably go and then force it down even more. But not this time.