A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #2)(54)

He bit down on my neck, puncturing skin, and a thrill exploded through my body.

“I have never felt this strongly about anything in my entire life. It’s not natural. It’s certainly not normal. And yet I live for it. I’d die for it. I will die for it.” He ran his tongue across the fresh wound before grazing his teeth down lower, to my shoulder. “What would happen if we just gave in?”

My chest heaved. I couldn’t get enough air. I pushed my head back and away, giving him all the access he needed, knowing it was a terrible idea for so many reasons but not wanting to think of them. My animal uncoiled within me, desperate for him to bite. To finally do this. To claim us as his.

He stroked his tongue across my flesh. Scraped his teeth.

I yanked at my hands to get loose. To reach down and grab his cock. To guide him into my desperate body.

“Fuck, Finley, I want to,” he whispered, skimming his lips to the crook of my neck and then up to my lips. “I want to so badly.”

His kiss was deep and possessive. His hold on my wrists was firm, almost painful. He grabbed the base of his cock and lined it up before driving it into me. I cried out, gloriously filled, and then melted into the lounger. He pulled out and then rammed in again, starting fast, getting faster. He kept his lips on mine as he drove in deep. His balls slapped against me. His hipbones banged against my flesh.

I called his name, trapped in his grip. My eyes fluttered, flickering light dancing across my lids. His body moved within me, the glorious friction setting my everything humming.

He sat back onto his knees, his erect cock shiny with my juices. He was dirty and bloody and raw and incensed, and I turned into liquid within his heated stare. In that moment, he could mold and shape me however he pleased.

“Come here and sit on my cock,” he commanded.

Fire pinged through my body. My animal was right near the surface, not taking control but not wanting to miss a single thing. She liked the look of this alpha as much as she liked the sound of him. The feel. One day we’d battle, he and I, and I’d make him prove his physical dominance while I proved I had a will of steel, but not right now. Right now, I was drunk on lust. Raw on need. Right now I wanted to be his fuck toy.

I pushed to my knees gracefully, mindful of my dress.

“Take it off,” he said, realizing it and thankfully not wanting to damage it.

I pulled my hair from the bun and let it tumble down in a messy collection of waves. I then swept it to the side and turned, allowing him to find the few buttons. He unclasped them, his fingertips whispering against my back. Goosebumps spread across my skin in their wake.

I turned to him again, on my knees now, and pulled the straps from my shoulders. I let the dress slide down my body, catching on my breasts before falling to my knees. I sat back and pulled it out from under me before dropping it in a beautiful cascade of fabric to pool on the floor.

I waited for him to tell me to climb on. He paused, though, to look at my exposed flesh, reaching forward to trace the backs of his fingers down the slope of my breast and over my nipple. He then ran them down my cheek, and his eyes softened as his fingers trailed my jaw and gently traced the line of my throat.

He took my hand and pulled me closer. Intense emotion rolled through the bond—warmth, reverence, devotion, and something stronger that took my breath away. My animal basked in it, and I could feel his dragon through the bond pumping out power to enhance it.

“Fuck me, Finley.”

With a surge of desire, I climbed into his lap, my arms around his neck, my lips on his. He wrapped my legs around his hips as I settled down onto him. His cock drove up into my body, deep and delicious. He grabbed the sides of my butt and lifted before crashing me back down, jutting up with his hips as he did so. Pleasure speared me. I dropped my head back and sighed out his name. He did it again, and again, plunging so deep it filled my whole world. I dropped my hand to work my clit as I bounced on top of him.

“Finley,” he said, his fingers tangled in my hair, his cheek pressed to mine. It sounded like he was begging. Like he was pleading for something. Emotion bled through the bond. I didn’t know what he was responding to, I just knew something deep inside of me was flowering. It felt like he was opening himself up a little more, and as he did, I was cracking open with him.

I kissed him deeply, rocking on top of him. Nearly there. I draped my hands over his back and ran my fingers down one of his wing scars.

He growled, suddenly bucking frantically, ramming me hard. I hit a peak and cried out, shuddering. He pushed forward onto the lounger, putting me under him, still going. Still fucking me like a man possessed.

The sensations overwhelmed me. Dragged me under. I kept going, jerking my hips to meet his downward thrusts. The slap of our skin echoing. Our moans competing. Harder he strove. Harder still. I ran my fingers down his scar again, applying more pressure. Putting some nails into it before the sensations became too much. The thick slide of him inside me set me further aflame. I hit another peak but didn’t tumble over. There I stayed, at the top, my body strung out beyond anything I’d ever felt, desperate to pitch over.

“Please, Nyfain,” I cried, tight all over, more pleasure rolling through me. His thrusts were hard and brutal, his pleasure incomparable. “I need to come!”

He kissed me, bruising. Dominating.

The wave crashed, and I came violently, shaking against him. But still he strove, his teeth scraping against my shoulder. I came again. And again, a constant stream of pleasure that I couldn’t seem to escape. That I didn’t want to.