A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #2)(69)

It fell down my front, freeing my breasts, as I bent to undo the laces on my boots.

He couldn’t wait.

His hands slapped down on my hips and he swung me around and forward. My palms hit the wall. He instantly thrust his cock into me, searing into my wet depths. He used his hands on my hips for more momentum, pulling back as he rammed in, slamming into me with hard, bruising thrusts. Taking out his anger. Giving in to his rage.

Tingles ran through me. Primal urges surfaced—the need to flee or fuck.

I chose fuck.

“Yes, Nyfain. Harder,” I said as I fell into my own anger and rage, basking in the unfinished violence of a moment ago.

Power bulged within the room. Our beasts pumped it higher.

He snarled savagely, pulling me closer with his hands as he thrust in deeper, his hips slapping off my butt. I used the wall as leverage to increase the pushback. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room. His cock pounded, and I dropped my head as I soaked in the delicious friction.

One of his hands curled around my shoulder, and he held me against him while his other hand reached around and down, his fingers finding my clit. He massaged me, and his grunts of pleasure slithered across my flesh, heightening the rapture building within my body.

I arched, reaching back for him. He pulled out and pushed me toward the bed. My pants around my ankles tripped me up, and I stumbled. He was there, lifting me and throwing me onto the bed. He made quick work of discarding my shoes and tearing off my pants before kneeling between my legs and pushing my knees up. He punched his cock back into me savagely, rocking his body forward to get more strength. The jolt hit me just fucking right, and I arched into it, running my palms over my breasts and stroking my nipples.

His growl was soft and sexy as he pushed my hands away and paused in his thrusts to fasten a hot mouth to one of my nipples. He lifted his head as he sucked in a breath, leaning more heavily over me and hammering his cock home.

Crying in delight, I grabbed his shoulders and pulled so I could get my hands on his back, could scrape my nails ruthlessly down his incredibly sensitive scars.

He groaned, lifting his head back and roaring. His dragon clearly helped, because the sound echoed through the room. He laid his body on mine, pumping his hips, sucking in my bottom lip.

“More,” he groaned.

I scratched down his back again, moving against him. He snarled, his hips swinging wildly.

He pushed back to sitting and pulled me up with him. I sat down on his cock, and he squeezed me closer with his strong arms, kissing me fervently. I bounced on him, reaching down to work my clit. The pressure increased. My ardor rose. Our movements got smaller and smaller until I could barely stand it anymore, so wound up and in need of release.

“Come with me,” I said against his lips, rocking my hips, fingering my clit. Pleasure pounded through me. The feelings were so fucking amazing that I could barely stand it. And then, inspired by my animal, no will to trap the words behind my teeth, I said, “Come inside me.”

Our animals rose in a frenzy, blasting out their power. Fire flowed over his skin and sizzled across mine. He crushed me to him, snaking his hand through my hair and gripping tightly to keep me put.

“Fuck, I want that so badly,” he murmured, and it sounded like it was to himself. “Why can’t this nightmare ever end?”

He buried his face into the hollow where my neck met my shoulder, his lips flush with my skin. His teeth played with my flesh but did not push down. He pumped into me reverently, longing rolling through the bond, along with something else. A softness, almost. A sweetness that broke my heart and brought tears to my eyes.

He thrust again and groaned, shaking as he finished.

“Finley,” he said softly against my lips, holding himself deeply inside of me. That feeling from before washed through the bond again, followed by a longing so intense my tears overflowed. My animal’s power pulsed, feeling his dragon’s need to mate. Despite my thoughts on the subject, with their fervor filling me, I couldn’t help but come violently again, shaking and vibrating against him.

“Your animal is riding you,” he whispered against my lips, breathing heavily.

“Yeah. Ever since the whole tea thing. Don’t worry, though, it’ll totally be fine. Even if we were true mates, which we obviously aren’t, or there was some hidden thing in the curse, I doubt the timing was right. Or wrong, I guess. It’ll be fine, much to her dismay.”

“My animal is riding me, too. I’ll admit…if it were a different time, I’d tell you not to worry about the tea and just see what happened. But we aren’t living a life where that is possible, Finley.”

A breath whooshed out of me. Something tight and knotted within me loosened a little at his admission. His reaction the other night had been about timing, the same hang-ups I had. He hadn’t been rejecting me. Nothing changed about our situation while everything changed. Somehow, his admission made this all a bit more bearable, made me feel like I wasn’t alone in waiting for a verdict. He’d still been an ass, and he’d deserved my anger, but he wasn’t leaving me hanging out to dry. We were in this, all of this, together.

I clung to him tightly. “I know.”

“And our animals shouldn’t be in a breeding frenzy, anyway. That only happens between dragon true mates when they’ve imprinted and the female goes in heat.”

That stopped me up short.