A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 2)

Not leaving him time to get settled, I turned and punched him in the throat, then tried to knee him in the crotch.

He caught my knee in his thighs and used my instability to push me back. He lifted me by the ass and set me down on the table, crushing me into the hard surface with his weight. His mouth sought mine, his kiss bruising and wild. Only one knee was between mine, though, and we wouldn’t get anywhere that way.

His power pushed through the bond again, so incredibly intense that it grabbed me and pulled me under. It blanketed me in his smell. His protectiveness and his possessiveness. The fight nearly went out of me right then and there as I moaned under him.

Not yet! Fight back! my animal shouted, yanking power from his dragon and storing it, trying to make sure he wasn’t too strong for us.

I just want to fuck him, already.

It’ll be better if you hold out. Rile him up a little more. Trust me. I can feel his dragon about ready to explode.

I bent and grabbed the side of his neck, chomping down before ripping my head to the side. Blood dribbled over my lips and down my chin. The taste of it shocked into the very center of me. Lava erupted in my middle, shooting heat through my ribcage and down my spine.

He roared, the sound vibrating with anger and frustration and raw hunger.

Yes, my animal said, pulling still more power. More and more, feeding it into the lava in my middle. I could shift with this. I can feel the transformation calling me.

Don’t you dare.

I’m not a fucking idiot. I don’t want to come out all fucked up. But I could. We can take more power, though.

She was right. We could.

That glowing pit of lava took all the power I had to give and then fed it around my body. I exploded it at Nyfain, forcing him to physically back off.

He snarled and grabbed my neck with one hand. I lifted my right arm and swung it across my body, catching his arm with it and forcing it aside. I ripped back the other way, leading with my elbow, and clocked him right in the face. His head jerked that way, his body ripping to the side, and my throat was released from his hold. I finished the turn and slammed my other elbow into him. My will smashed into him too, shoving him across the end of the table, dragging my place setting and everything else that had been left on the table onto the floor with him. Red wine spilled across his front, ruining his shirt.

I darted in and gave him a kick, because I wasn’t really sure what else to do. I didn’t want to get too close or he’d pull me to the ground, and I doubted that was a fight I could win. He had size and strength and gravity on his side.

His hand darted out and grabbed my ankle. His power built. My animal still pulled at it, still siphoned it away from him and stored it. But she was starting to get excitedly nervous—I could feel her anticipation. Whatever she was expecting was coming soon.

Not that I had a moment to wait and wonder.

I tried to pull out of his hold. His damn hand was too fucking strong. He latched on, his body like a big, immovable weight.

I shoved at him with my will, pounding him with it, but then heard a pained grunt. A shock of real fear ignited in my middle, and I pulled back. Kicking and biting were one thing, but I didn’t want to do any real damage, which was exactly the reason he hadn’t squeezed when his hand was around my neck. But at least now I knew I could do more if the situation ever arose with someone else.

He pulled back on my ankle, and I stumbled into the table, clawing at it to stay upright. Getting to his knees, he grabbed my other ankle. He pushed to his feet and reached for my hips. I turned to punch, but he caught my hand and forced it behind my back. I twisted to get it out, shoving with my will.

He roared, the dragon’s voice ripping through the man’s throat. His power rose all around us, filling the room, shoving at the doors, shaking the windows along the far wall. It crashed down on me and swept me away, splintering my desire to resist, driving my need for him so deeply into my very center that it threatened to tear me apart. All I could do was tremble before him, his for the taking.

And take me he did.

He spun me around and pushed me forward, pulling my dress up to my hips and tearing away my panties. I thrust out my butt, desperate for him to be inside of me. That same desperation was driving him, and he didn’t waste time with fingers or tongues. In a moment, he had his pants down and his cock thrust into me with another swell of power. I cried out, impaled with liquid heat so delicious my knees gave out. I lay with my front on the table and him behind, leaning over me, ramming into my slick heat.