A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #2)(89)

“Face me, I think,” he said, making a circle with his finger.

I took his hand and let him pull me up, laying my legs over his thighs with my butt resting on my pants. Before I could crawl up onto his shaft, he grabbed my nape and pulled me forward for a bruising kiss. I moaned into his mouth, loving his taste, loving when his tongue tangled with mine.

He hooked his arm under me and lifted, pulling me tightly to his chest. I rose, bracing myself, while he ran his fingers across my wetness. His growl of desire coursed heat through me. His fingers entered me, plunging deeply and rubbing all the right places. He pulled them out and then guided me on top of him, his dull tip pushing at my opening.

I slid down onto that hard cock, sucking in a breath as it parted my folds and slowly filled me. My wet depths hugged him tightly.

“I think they did it the other way around in the book,” I murmured, sitting all the way down on him, grinding against his hipbones.

“How the hell would we manage that, though?” He let go of my back and grabbed the reins. “Hold on. If you fall off, chances are you’ll take my cock with you.”

“You might be able to lose one of those things, but it would be a pure travesty to lose them both.”

His kiss turned urgent, and he sucked on my tongue before nibbling my lips. He let go of the reins with one hand and grabbed my nape again, keeping me against him as he kissed me like a starving man. I lost myself to it, swept away entirely.

He moved his arm to curl under my butt and lifted me before sitting me back down, his cock sliding within me. He did it again, but then had to use both hands on the reins to guide us over a bit of rocky terrain.

“Maybe cantering in a field,” he murmured, his breathing labored.

“Or maybe I can get off, and you can just suffer…” I brought a hand between us and massaged my clit, moaning in delight.

He swore under his breath, directing the horse.

I leaned against his shoulder as I worked myself, not needing him to move to get where I was going. I licked and sucked his neck before running my teeth across his flesh. He shuddered in delight, his groan soft and tortured. My body wound up as I rubbed, my pussy muscles flexing and releasing as I took myself higher.

“Oh fuck,” Nyfain bit out, leaning forward a bit and forcing me to cling to his shoulders with one hand.

He kicked with his heels, and the stallion sped up to a trot, the trail flattening and widening for a stretch. I jostled on top of Nyfain, his cock driving up into me. It wasn’t entirely rhythmic, but the hard punches of his cock speared pleasure right through me.

My mouth hung open, the sensations so extreme they were almost unbearable. I worked my clit and slid up and down on Nyfain’s cock, my pussy so wet it leaked down his shaft and slicked his balls. Another hard jolt, and my climax tore me apart, blasting through me.

“Fuck. Fuck,” Nyfain said as I cried his name, slumping on top of him. The horse slowed to a walk again, the trail narrowing up a berm between large trees. “Oh fuck, this is torture.”

I smiled silkily as I ran my lips along his jaw. “It was good for me. Pity about your blue balls.” I nipped his chin.

“You’re going to pay for this,” he wheezed, leaning hard against me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t even hear myself think. My dragon is going absolutely fucking crazy. He wants me to pull you off this bloody horse, bend you over, and fuck you senseless.”

“That wasn’t in the book, though.”

“Whose stupid fucking idea was it to act out the sex scenes in those books? I just read one that faded to black. Let’s fade this to black, get off here, and then get off here.”

I laughed delightedly, tightening my legs around him. “It was your stupid fucking idea, so I think you need to pay the price for it. And what’s a lull, anyway? You told Hadriel it was a lull tonight.”

“I get two nights a month off usually. Sometimes one and a half. For whatever reason, nothing comes through the portal. It’s not always like clockwork, but it’s usually within a couple days of when I expect it. That’s tonight and maybe tomorrow. I am going to wine you, dine you, finally give you your salon treatment, and then pleasure you to within an inch of your life. We’ll fall asleep when we’re too exhausted to move, and lie together until neither of us can stand the bed anymore. Then we’ll get up, be fed in my rooms, and maybe take a bath, or something else luxurious. I’ve been craving you, Finley. I want more of you. I intend to get it.”

“And what if I don’t want to be wined and dined, bathed and pleasured?” I asked with a sensual smile as I started stroking my clit again.

“You’re my captive. You will do as you’re told.”





Nineteen





Dominance rang in his tone and blistered through my body. I rubbed a little faster, dropping my head back in delight.

“We’re getting close now,” he said.

“Yes, I am.” My breathing sped up, and my pussy clenched around him, getting ready for a second release.

He growled, his shoulder hard under my palm.

“Hang on for just a— Hah!” He kicked his heels into his stallion’s side.

His cock drove into me. I was weightless for a second, and then it drove into me again. My jaw went slack. I slapped against his balls, wet from my orgasm. His cock pummeled me in hard, uncompromising jolts. It was the best fucking thing I’d ever felt—and probably one of the most dangerous things I’d done, given our speed and his divided attention. That made it even better. Death while fucking. Dick of death.