A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #2)(27)

He caught us as we melted around him, boneless and in ecstasy.

He didn’t speak for a long moment, and it occurred to me that he was holding his breath. He sucked in air, holding us tightly, obviously still trying for control.

“I have never, in my life,” he whispered hoarsely, “received a command that was as hard to follow as that one. You better prepare that little pussy, my evil goddess. I’m about to unload all my frustration.”

He yanked our hair back and thrust with all the force and power that we knew he was capable of. His cock slammed home. We cried out, not expecting the delicious brutality—and liking it.

His hips crashed against ours. He rolled us, his arms around us to stop our back from grinding into the hard dirt. He rammed his hips forward mercilessly, pounding his cock into our body. His kiss tore us away from this world and thrust us into a different plane altogether, where the only thing that existed was his presence. A dozen hard, brutal plunges, and he was up again, swinging us around.

She clung on for dear life, stretched around him, trapped in his arms. He slammed us against a smooth-barked tree, pulled out, spun us around, and shoved us forward. Our palms slapped the tree trunk. She barely had enough time to suck in a startled breath before he thrust again from behind. His cock pushed deeper into our hot depths, hitting new heights. She cried out, full beyond belief. We couldn’t take all of him. We couldn’t take all of this.

“Nyfain…” my animal whimpered.

This was a terrible time for me to say, “I told you so.”

He yanked us back by our hair and licked along the shell of our ear. We shivered, bearing down against the onslaught. Struggling to hang on.

“Fight back,” he growled. “Use me.”

I had no idea what he meant.

My animal didn’t need to be told twice.

Fire roared through our veins. Power pulsed, her sucking it from him, then pulsed harder, fueling us. Invigorating us. The pain dimmed. His hard thrusting wasn’t so overwhelming. She pushed back onto it. His skin slapped ours. Our harried breathing echoed each other. The connection within us sparked and boiled, turning to flame. It burned hotly, and within it, we could feel the dragon and the man’s longing for us. Their desire. There was something else, too. It was so strong and potent that I couldn’t even put a name to it. It vibrated within their whole being, like a heartbeat that took up ninety percent of their body. The dragon might be expressing his desire for us, body and soul, but the man felt it as well. If I’d had any doubt, that feeling would’ve put it to rest.

He kept at it like a rutting animal, completely without reason. Without thought. He pounded our cunt, claiming ownership in action if not in title. He slid in easily now that we were so wet, the sound of our rough sex slick and wild.

I fucking loved it.

She shoved off against the tree, still in control of our body, knocking him back. She stepped forward and off his cock and turned, launching at him. He caught us without skipping a beat, and she wrapped our legs around his middle. He growled his approval, an ass cheek in each of his large hands, and moved us up and down his cock.

She raked our fingers down the sides of his back, over the scars from his wings. He hissed, gripping us tightly, falling with us against the tree. Our back hit, and she reached around and gripped the trunk to keep from sliding down to the ground. He pulled his arms from around us and braced them against the trunk. His chuckle was dark and vicious.

“Well done, my princess. It takes an alpha to know an alpha. The divine goddess has chosen well. Do it again. Harder.”

She raked our fingers down his scars again, using nails this time. His tortured groan set our core to blazing, my animal loving pushing him to his limits. His cock worked us. His hipbones would leave bruises on our battered flesh.

She left our fingers against that sensitive area and kissed him, the world going taut between us. Our body was so keyed up we couldn’t stand it. It was too much. The battering. The incredible pleasure without release. The—

She cried out our climax, the waves of bliss vibrating through us, leaving us utterly speechless. The orgasm lasted and lasted, wave after intense wave hammering us with exquisite pleasure. He groaned and shuddered, emptying inside us, giving a few final thrusts as he came.

He fell forward, breathing the same air. He put his hand behind our head and kissed us, delicious and full of feeling. Our new bond sparkled between us, between all of us, and we could feel his supreme satisfaction.

“That was incredible,” he said softly, not pulling out yet. He crushed us to the tree, and we didn’t mind.

He put his hand against our cheek, his gaze delving into ours.

“I have to allow the man his skin back. He is eager to attend to business. I will see you again, my princess,” he said reverently. “One day I will help you through your first shift, and I will finally get to see you in your true form.”

His eyes fluttered, closing for a moment. When they opened, the pupils contracted. Anger.

Nyfain was back.

That’s my cue, my animal thought. Enjoy the fallout.

It felt like I was putting on a skin suit as I stepped back into the ownership role. The world tilted and righted, and Nyfain’s cock was still inside of me. His chest brushing against my nipples. His heat bracketing my skin.

His eyebrows sank, and he pulled his hand away from my face. Without a word, he pushed off the tree, yanking his body from mine and leaving behind a feeling of emptiness.