A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #2)(103)

“You’re so goddess-damned sexy,” he said, pulling the vibrator from me quickly, leaving an empty feeling behind. His cock pulled out a moment later, and my stomach fluttered with the knowledge of what was coming. Another of our firsts together.

“Yes, Nyfain,” I said, desire soaking me. “Fuck me in the ass.”

He swore under his breath, intense lust lighting up the bond. From both of us.

His cock prodded my ass. He pushed in slow, bigger than the vibrator. When he met resistance, the smaller vibrator clicked on again, applied to my clit. He pulled out and then pushed forward, working me, easing past the barrier and deeper. Deeper still.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed out as he seated himself all the way in, uncomfortably but gloriously full. He wrapped his hand around my thigh as he pulled out, and then pulled me to him as he worked back in. The pleasure came slower, but the vibration on my clit patched the difference, keeping me steady. When he got moving, new sensations wrapped around me. Deeper, naughtier. He pumped into my ass, and I moved my hands until my fingers were curled around the straps, holding on for dear life. His grunts set me on fire. My animal soaked in the feelings, loving this. The vibrator sent me over the edge.

“Holy fuck, Nyfain!” I cried out, shaking with an orgasm.

He kept going, though, not there yet, sending me over the edge and then pulling me up so I could go higher and higher yet. Nothing else existed but the feeling of his body.

When he pulled out, likely cleaned off, and thrust back into my pussy, it was like the final piece clicked into place. I didn’t want to do any of this with anyone else ever again. It was his touch I wanted. His heart connected with mine.

He put the vibrator down and grabbed my hips again, his thrusts reverent, the feelings through the bond deep and soulful.

“Come with me this time, baby,” he said, his fingers massaging my clit now. I knew without asking that he wanted this final time to be just us. No vibrators.

I wanted no impediments between us either.

“Take me out of this thing first,” I said. “Take off the blindfold. I want to see you.”

He didn’t argue or hesitate. He stopped, unstrapped me, and lifted me from the swing. He pulled off my blindfold and smiled at me, wiping the moisture from under my eyes from where I’d teared up choking on his cock. I let my gaze travel his handsome face for a moment before settling on his beautiful eyes. He bent to kiss my lips, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. We sank to the heated floor, he on his butt and me on top of him, wrapped in each other’s arms.

I rose a little so he could line us up and sat down again, impaling myself on him. I moved my lips to his ear and murmured the thing I knew his dragon wanted to hear. That thing my animal had said would somehow make him stronger.

“Come inside of me, Nyfain. Brand me as yours.”

He snarled, his arms constricting. He gripped my shoulders with one hand and my hair with the other, holding me tight as he thrust up into me. Rolling me onto my back, the floor nice and warm, he pumped in deeper and trapped me under his big body. There he rammed into me like a man possessed, his primal side taking over and wanting to do exactly what I’d suggested.

Make it more explicit, my animal prodded, right near the surface. Push him harder. Reach his primal side. Incense his dragon.

“Mate me, Nyfain,” I said through pants, clutching his back, digging my nails into his scars. Going a little filthier, shifter-style. “Breed me.”

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, slamming into me, needy and possessive. His grip was tight. His body imposing. He slammed his cock home over and over, the sensations brutal and dominant and unbelievably good. So intense. So consuming.

“Yes, oh—yes, yes…” I couldn’t stop saying it. I couldn’t get anything else out. Just “yes,” over and over, as I relished in the onslaught. As his power slithered over my skin and pounded through my blood. “Yes, yes—”

The world dropped away. Ceased to exist. His touch scored me. His cock branded me.

He bent and bit into my neck, hard.

I cried out as a thrill arrested me. As the delicious pain brought me again to the verge.

“I’m going to come, I’m going to come,” I uttered.

“Not yet,” he replied, his power blistering through me.

I whimpered as he kept going, his teeth on my shoulder, pressing. My nails dug into his back. My animal fought for control, probably to shove him over the edge, but I bore down and held on, not wanting to push it, to force him to claim me through trickery.

Still he battered into my slick sex with hard, dominating thrusts. His teeth scraped. I shivered, pushed higher still as I held back. Fighting the pleasure. Fighting to keep my soul from fracturing, worried I’d never be able to put the pieces back together.

“Come with me,” he commanded, and everything shattered. His roar of climax drowned out my cries of pleasure. He shuddered against me, emptying himself inside of me. I shook under him, holding him tight. My eyes squeezed shut. Waves and waves of bliss crashed over me until I was nothing more than a shaking, whimpering pile of bones and sinew. He’d wrung every last ounce of tension out of me.

In the aftermath, we lay on the floor breathing hard. He kissed me and then rested his forehead to mine.

“There are no words,” he finally said. “No words. That was incredible.”

“More than incredible,” I whispered. “Life changing.”