A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #2)(26)

“Only if you want a trail of dead bodies in your wake.”

“Hmm,” she said with pleasure, and I was torn between wanting to claw my control back so they wouldn’t keep inciting each other and doing nothing so that they would keep inciting each other. It felt fucking amazing having him inside of me. It felt better than I could’ve possibly (and had) imagined.

She moved our hips in a circle and then lowered back down, grinding down onto him. Back up, nice and slow, and down, working him in until all the ache was gone.

He leaned back on his hands, eyes closed, breathing deeply.

“What are you doing?” Our voice was husky.

“I am hanging on to every spare shred of control that I possess while you play and get comfortable. It is not easy. You feel so good, my princess. So good. I have been waiting my whole life for you. Use me. Use me however you want. Take what you need from me. I will stay strong until you are ready to get destroyed by my cock.”

She smiled with his rough words, liking it. Liking how he mixed sex with violence, violence with gentle words and pet names. It was like his torso, cut up with scars and inked with tattoos. It didn’t diminish the perfectly sculpted abs and mouth-watering pecs. If anything, it made the whole package hotter.

She traced a nipple with our thumb and slowly rose, our body loose and tight at the same time. Coiling but languid. New points of pleasure sparked and then soaked in, building. Ever building, but slowly. Thankfully, my animal had listened to me, and she was warming us up. Or maybe she realized with the first thrust that we weren’t ready to be pounded yet. We weren’t ready to let the alpha out of his cage and see what destruction he could do. After he was done, I knew we’d be sore as fuck for a while. We needed to do the delicate work now.

She rolled our hips while massaging our clit. Liking the feeling, she slowly rocked back and forth, working him inside of us. Feeling the brutal torment of teasing up the gloriously slow build.

He moaned softly. “Yes,” he breathed out. His whole body was flexed, his legs shaking. We were driving him to the brink.

My animal grinned wickedly.

Shit. Here came the games.

“Because of all the stress to get you inside of me,” she purred, rocking forward and massaging our clit, “I’m going to come on your cock, and you’re just going to sit there and take it.”

He laughed softly, his abs shaking. She traced them with our fingertips.

“I take it back,” he murmured. “It wasn’t the goddess who made you—it was her evil twin.”

“Watch me, Nyfain.”

His eyes opened slowly, hooded and soaked with lust. They slid down our front, taking in every inch. Every detail. His gaze lingered on our fingers massaging our clit and our hips rolling slowly, taking him in deep before releasing him. His cock shone with our wetness, disappearing once again into our tightly stretched pussy.

He sucked in a tortured breath. His fingers curled into fists.

“I can’t… I…” His jaw clenched, and my animal laughed, delighted.

“Ladies go first. Didn’t the man tell you? He must’ve learned that from the books he just read.”

He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, rolling his head. His hips bucked, searing into us. Pleasure blistered. We moaned, running our hands down our front and lightly pinching our sensitive nipples.

“Watch me, Nyfain,” she whispered. “I like when you watch me.”

“Fuck,” he murmured, glowing eyes blinking back open. “You will pay for this.”

“I hope so.” She smiled languidly, because she held all the power right now.

She worked a nipple as she moved on his cock. Up slowly, tantalizing, then grinding back down. His hips gave little thrusts he clearly couldn’t control. We had him on the absolute edge, and it was driving us insane with raw lust.

She breathed hard now, working faster. She rose on his cock and then crashed back down, a tiny bit of pain morphing into the sort of pleasure that couldn’t be put into words or sung about in songs. It was pleasure gifted by the goddess for which mortals would endure the trials and tribulations of mundane life. A pleasure the demons tried to mimic and got completely wrong.

“Suck on my nipples, Nyfain,” she said, rolling and bucking, massaging our clit. The pressure was incredible, filling every inch of our body and burning hot in our core. Every sensation pushed us higher. Every movement sent a vibrating blend of incredible bliss rolling through us. “Now.”

Nyfain’s mouth enveloped our nipple and sucked aggressively. The world slid sideways.

“Oh shit!” She drove down onto him, suddenly out of control. She bucked and labored, on fire with pleasure. She gripped his hair tightly and pushed our breasts at him, holding him to our right nipple. “Bite a little.”

His teeth pinched just perfectly. His hands held our waist, his fingers digging into our flesh, trying to hold on for dear life. He’d said he’d stay strong, and she was taking him at his word. Pushing him to see if he’d break. Hoping he didn’t.

She rode him hard now, lifting and dropping down with all our weight. The dull ache was back, but fuck, it was glorious. He rolled his tongue around our nipple then bit again.

We exploded with the orgasm, crying out our pleasure. She yanked his head back and kissed him, hard and needy, out of breath. Broken. Everything in us had fractured, and now we needed him to put the pieces back together.