A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #2)(42)

He smiled and kissed me, a hard, consuming kiss, with his hand still squeezing my throat. The whiff of demon increased. He grabbed my other hand and pushed it to his hard bulge.

“Don’t kiss me back,” he whispered, barely heard. Louder, he barked, “Rub my cock.”

I whimpered, closing my eyes and clenching my jaw, so fucking turned on by him ordering me to do sexual favors for him I couldn’t stand it. Who would have thought I’d be into that? I held my breath to hopefully make it look like I was uncomfortable.

I rubbed, stroking firmly. Wanting to undo his pants to get at that smooth skin.

“That’s right,” he said in a rough, dominant voice. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

I opened my mouth as his hand left mine and braced against the wall next to my head. He was leaning over into my space, trapping me there.

“I want…I want you to f-fuck me,” I said in a somewhat quavering voice. It was the best I could do, trying to hide my need.

“That’s a good girl.” He licked my bottom lip, obviously a show of sexual dominance for the demon, but damn if it didn’t zing through my body. “Maybe when I get back.”

“Or maybe I could fuck her for you…”

Nyfain jerked away from me, his hand still on my throat. A succubus I hadn’t seen before sauntered down the hall with a little leather whip in hand, a tassel at the end. She wore a tiny thong and no shirt, her full breasts bobbing as she came to a stop. Her brown hair had been pulled back and fastened on top of her head.

“She is mine,” Nyfain growled, power whipping through the hall. Another burst of wetness soaked my panties.

“Yum.” She curled around him so she could get a better look at me, still some distance away. “She responds to her fear, it seems. I can smell her arousal. You’ve had her, then, Nyfain, hmm? How was she?”

She inhaled the scents, and I grimaced.

Nyfain yanked me closer, his arm coming around me possessively. “If you touch her, I will end you.”

“Is that so?” She smiled wickedly. “We shall see. Guard her, Nyfain. Or I will show her how good sex can truly be.”

She continued down the way, turning right to go down a different hall. She glanced back as she went, that seductive little smile just for me. She tapped her whip against her shoulder before turning.

He let out a breath. “Let’s get you back to the tower. I am sorry it has to be this way. It can’t be pleasant for you… Though…” He cocked his head.

Yeah. He could smell my arousal too. That had to be confusing, given he was trying to be a villain.

What he didn’t understand was that he was a villain on my side. A monster in my corner. A beast that would kill for me. It was so incredibly hot that I couldn’t stand it.

Possibly that made me unhinged. I’d just blame this newfound desire on my animal. Conscience cleared.

“I don’t like pretending I don’t like it,” I murmured, curving my hand around his forearm. “Can all creatures smell when a woman is turned on?”

“Demonic creatures who feed off emotion can smell that emotion. She feeds off lust and desire, so she can smell arousal. But normally shifters cannot, no. Not unless…they are in tune with the person they are smelling.”

“And you’re in tune with me.”

“Yes. You are in tune with me, as well—you probably just don’t know what you’re smelling.”

“I don’t really want to know.”

“Exactly.”

A middle-aged woman with a dirty blond bob streaked with gray walked toward us. I staggered, caught and held up by Nyfain, as I cataloged her situation. Her face was etched with lines, around her eyes and across her forehead. She wore a chain choker, a leather bustier that exposed her breasts, and tiny leather briefs over fishnet stockings. Around her crotch was a holster of sorts, holding in place a large purple cock.

“Master, you’re here late.” She stopped in front of us casually, as though her tits weren’t hanging out in front of the prince and a large purple cock wasn’t strapped to her person.

“Missus Smith,” he said indifferently by way of greeting. “Yes, I was helping Finley finish up with the everlass. I’ll be leaving shortly. She will need a bath and dinner brought up.”

“Yes, of course. Leala has been expecting her return. I believe the food has already been prepared. I’ll make sure cook knows to take it out of the warmer. And for you?”

“I had a bite to eat earlier. I’m fine, thank you.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She bowed to him, smiled at me, and excused herself down the hall.

“Was she wearing… I mean…” I rubbed my hand down my face. “I know she was wearing a big purple dildo. Why was she wearing a big purple dildo?”

“It’s called pegging.” He guided me toward the stairs. “She is more alpha than many, and she likes to dominate. A few men in the castle enjoy it when she fucks them. The women do as well, I assume.”

I lifted my eyebrows and glanced back as we rounded the first set of stairs and headed for the second. “So she screws them in the ass with her big purple dildo?”

“Yes.”

“Huh. That’s…” I couldn’t tell if it was crazy or hot or crazy or… “I feel so na?ve.”