A Ruin of Roses (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 1)

I lay flat on my back in bed as the moonlight soaked up the darkness. The slip of fabric draped over me, light and soft against my fevered skin. The covers had been pulled back, and Nyfain sat between my spread thighs, nude and gorgeous despite his scars. It looked picture perfect, like this was actually happening. Like I’d come softly awake without realizing it.

He worked his hands farther up, bunching my nightgown as he went. His touch seared the insides of my legs. I arched back, spreading wide for him, desire drenching me.

“Do you want me to fuck you, pretty girl?”

His voice was different, not the scratchy sandpaper laced with power and confidence and pain that I was used to. Now it was silky and sensual, winding my desire higher.

“Do you want me to thrust my hard cock into your wet depths?”

“Hmm, yes,” I whispered.

His touch slid along the tops of my thighs, and he bent forward. His tongue slid through my wet folds before getting to the top and teasing. He sucked in my clit, and the pleasure made me roll my eyes back into my head. I ran my fingers through his unruly hair, grabbing on and yanking a little. He sucked and licked, dipping two fingers into me and curving upward.

I groaned, writhing beneath him.

He worked harder, lapping at me eagerly, setting a fast pace. I gyrated my hips against his mouth, running my hands up through my nightgown and over my hard nipples.

He kept going, faster now, pushing me to the edge. Finger-fucking me.

Two hands on his head now, my fingers tangled in his hair, I moved against him, fucking his face, needing a little more so I could fall over that edge.

He stopped, moving to kiss farther up my body. Sucking on my flesh. It still felt like he was sucking on my clit, though, ramming his fingers into my cunt with reckless abandon.

“Fuck me, Nyfain,” I begged, dragging him up my body, writhing against that ghostly touch. “Please, Nyfain. I need you.”

“Take what you need,” he whispered, and this time his scratchy voice echoed in my mind like a memory. “Use me.”

He reached my mouth and kissed me dominantly. He took my breath away with his bruising kiss. And then he thrust into me, filling me to the point of bursting. I cried out, pain and pleasure and desire and no looking back. I clutched his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his middle, wanting to be taken hard. Wanting him to stamp his brand into me and claim me like an alpha should.

“Do you want my forked tongue between those sodden pussy lips, pretty lady?”

The words struck me wrong. The tone.

Nyfain pulled back, looking down on me. His eyes weren’t right, though. The beautiful sunsets were gone, replaced by bright yellow eyes with small black slits. Horns curled from his head, but they weren’t the same as his beast’s.

I gasped and jerked awake, sitting up in my bed. Moonlight streamed through the windows, but Nyfain was nowhere in sight. My nightgown, which Leala had given to me after a bath, was undisturbed, and the blanket still covered me to my chest.

A dream. It had all been a dream. But I still felt the pleasure curling around me. The thrusting inside my body.

It felt wrong. It felt like a violation. An incubus, it must be, but one more powerful than I’d ever felt. Usually they just made you want to bang, but this one acted like it was doing the banging with invisible hands.

My guts twisted in disgust. I pushed my knees shut to block it out. It didn’t turn me on. It made me feel sick.

Help, I called to my animal, clearing the way.

She filled me in a rush of fire and rage. What kind of filthy fuckery do we have going on here? she thought as she assumed control.

I let her take over without complaint. I wasn’t equipped to handle something like this. My brain recoiled from the thought of what was going on. I could rise to the occasion for a fight, but this was a whole different thing entirely.

She sniffed the air as she pushed back the covers, and we slowly climbed out of bed.

“I have your scent now, you filthy fuck,” she said in a voice I hadn’t known I could make. A throaty sort of voice brimming with confidence and menace. A voice promising death. I really liked it.

We stopped next to the door and felt for the key, just in case it had magically appeared.

No such luck, she thought. I thought the opposite. I’d raged about Nyfain taking that key earlier, and commanding Leala to bring it back to him when she was done helping with my bath, but right now I was grateful. If that thing had gotten in, it would have tried to take what it wanted, and I had no idea what sort of fighting prowess it had.