A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 2)

Power continued to build in the room. It blossomed in sparks within me, mirrored by him. Back and forth it rolled between us, until it was one solid force. His cock slammed into me. His hips pounded against my ass. I whimpered from the onslaught, not even able to push back against him, just taking it. Fucking loving it. This was the fighter. The battle-hardened hero. The man who stalked the woods for his enemies. And I’d given him a helluva fight. He’d earned the right to this fuck.

I held on for dear life, the pleasure so intense there wasn’t a name for it. My nails scraped against the wood, and I arched back, wanting to be closer to him. Wanting him to finish this. To finally claim me. I could feel his intense desire to do it. I could feel his dragon riding him, trying to steal control so he could do it himself. And yet still Nyfain held back.

His arms came around me, hugging me tight, his lips on my neck. Sweet words of devotion rode his breath. Power continued to swell, infused with the delicious sensations of his body against mine, within me. It built and built until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I couldn’t take the delicious burn of pleasure.

His teeth slid against my neck and then down to my shoulder. They grated along my skin, pressing, though not hard enough to break skin.

“Nyfain,” I begged. I twisted against his hold, wanting to get at him. Wanting to do it myself. He’d said he was trapped in his feelings for me. Great—I’d make that shit permanent. I didn’t know how to claim, but I was confident my animal and I could figure it out.

He held me fast, his strength wrapped around me, his arms immovable. He knew what I was trying to do. He knew he was literally the only one of the four of us still holding out.

“Come for me, baby girl,” he growled.

The orgasm stole my breath. I was locked in a silent scream as wave after intense wave shook me to my foundation. I shuddered against him, turning my head and closing my eyes. He pressed his cheek to mine as he made the final thrusts to finish out his climax deeply inside of me. I shivered as intense emotion welled up between us. He leaned over and cupped my cheek, twisting my face just enough to kiss me languidly.

We breathed heavily in the aftermath. My body turned liquid, slinking down against the table. Still inside of me, he leaned over it with me, his arms now braced on either side of my body.

“I’m afraid we might’ve scared away the servants. Now we’ll never get our cheese plate,” he murmured.

I laughed as he pulled back and helped me up. He grabbed a napkin to clean us up before pulling me into a tight hug.

“I lost control there for a moment,” he said, burying his face into my neck.

“Which part?”

“The part where I initially tried to bend you over the dinner table to fuck you, and then fought you to do just that, and then pummeled you with my cock.”

“Several moments, then.”

“Right yes, okay. Several moments. Fuck, I’m winded. You gave me hell, princess. Now I understand what the guys were talking about. My dragon’s extreme, primal need to mate pulled out that little will-splintering thing. That was incredibly handy.”

“Can you do it again?”

“No. I think the sole purpose of that little feature is to dominate my intended and mate. Fuck me, my dragon is after me again. He’s intolerable. Your animal depleted me to the point of danger, forcing us to build more and more power. At the brink, we exploded, ripping the power back and using it on you. Clearly it’s all a dance with the beasts. A very delicious, erotic dance that I enjoyed very much.”

“She basically helped you dominate me.” Something she had not mentioned, and I had not been able to feel.

“Yeah. Thank her for me.” He touched the ragged wound on his neck, then looked down at his ruined suit.

“I can fix up that…ah…bite for you,” I muttered, a bit embarrassed.

“No, thanks.” When his eyes came up again, they were full of pride. “It’s not a typical mark, but it is a mark, and I want it to scar. I want everyone to see that you fought me and left something permanent on my flesh. You are incredible.” He smiled as bruises started to color his face from my fists or head or elbows. “That was exciting. There is not a woman in this world who would’ve given me that sort of fight and then gladly taken the onslaught afterward.” He pulled me closer and kissed me. “You’re incredibly powerful, baby. You’ll be a shining star in an otherwise dull sky.”