A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #2)(35)

He pulled back a little, breathing hard, sharing my breath. “See?” he got out.

“It wouldn’t be much different than with your dragon earlier; it would just be us in control.”

He pushed forward and bruised me with a kiss as I stroked, faster and faster, wanting his cock in my mouth but wanting his kiss more. I groaned and tugged at him, making him lean closer. He tightened his arm around my back, holding me tightly.

He sucked in a breath before kissing across my jaw and down the side of my throat. I pumped his cock, my grip tight, the desire to fuck so strong it nearly took control. My animal was right near the surface, basking in the sensations. His was there as well, and I could feel him straining to get out, his power searching for my animal. His desperation to be with her again unmistakable, uncompromising.

“Oh goddess, Nyfain,” I murmured, squeezing him tightly, stroking. My animal pushed forward. My control wobbled for a brief moment, enough for her to get out, “Bite me!”

His teeth sank into my neck, and a strange thrill sang through me. Mate, it seemed to say, pooling hot in my core. Wetness dripped out of my pussy.

“I need to lick your cunt,” he growled, standing in a rush and yanking me with him. I had no idea if it was him or the dragon. I did not fucking care.

He tore at my pants in a frenzy. He ripped them down and over my boots. They snagged partway down, but he’d already granted himself plenty of access, so he laid me on the bench and pushed my knees wide, bending between them, licking up my center. I moaned his name and arched, straining up to his mouth. He sucked on my clit before going back to lick and suck my core.

My desire surged. I raked my fingers through his hair, rocking my hips up into his mouth. Knowing our combined releases were on my skin. Knowing he was getting off on it as much as I was. His tongue traveled through my folds, erotically filthy and delicious. His fingers put pressure on my back door. The taboo nature of it threw me into a new place. A place without limits. Without boundaries. A place that was just sex and trust and passion.

“Hmm, yes,” I breathed, arching into him.

He pulled his fingers up again and plunged them into my pussy. The ache from earlier vanished. He lapped at my pussy and then sucked on my clit again, hard.

I bucked and cried out, shattering. I pumped against his mouth and shook with my climax. I came long and hard, my whole body locked up and vibrating.

He pushed to standing and leaned over me, bracing his hand behind my head. He lifted me before feeding me his cock. I took to it eagerly, held by him and bobbing on it hungrily. He thrust into my mouth, deeper now, growling with pleasure. Another pump, and he exploded, filling my mouth and throat. I sucked it down greedily, something I’d only done with him.

He pushed back and sat down hard, panting, catching his breath.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Finley. It should be outlawed.”

I smiled, completely relaxed. “Then what fun would you have?”

He gathered me up into his arms and settled me onto his lap, my pants still stuck over my shoes and now trailing in the dirt.

“I am definitely going to need a cleanup after this,” I murmured, resting my head on his shoulder and looking up at the lightening sky.

“You’ll get it. I promise. Let’s just let the demons go to bed first. I don’t want to have to do too much acting when we get back.”

“What does that mean?”

He stroked my hair and leaned his head against the top of mine. “We need to act like you’re a captive being taken back to your tower prison. Remember when I first brought you in?”

“You were all rage and impatience and annoyance.”

“I was going for brutal and ruthless, but yes. You were…confused and frightened?”

“Confused and…wary.”

“Right, of course.” He chuckled. “You were not comfortable, we’ll put it that way. Things are different now. You know that I mean you no harm.”

“Aside from pounding into me when I’m not used to your size.”

“Within reason, right. But we need to act the part. You need to seem scared. And, while this is grotesque, probably try to act violated. I’ve bitten you. My smell is all over you. In you. Your smell is all over me. The higher-powered demons will know that we’ve had sex. It’s best to sell it like I’ve taken you. Like you mean nothing more to me than a pair of spread thighs.”

I curled up closer to him and felt better when his arms tightened around me.

“Which we both know is not true,” he whispered against my hair, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

“I played the wilting flower last time. I’m sure I can do it again.”

“I’ll put on a small show for the staff, but it can be very limited. I’ll just throw you over my shoulder and march you up to the tower.”

“Really? You’re going to lock me in the tower again?”

“No.” His voice was a low hum. “I apologized for that, and I meant it.”

“But you said—”

“I said that out of anger. I don’t have a very even temper. We were just talking about that. I don’t always mean the things I say. You’re right to kick me in the nuts when I get out of hand. I’d expect no less. The dragon is proud of it.”

“What if the demons wait outside my door, and my animal goads me into going out and trying to kill them?”