A Queen of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 4)

His lips seared fire along my jaw and his passion throbbed, his dragon right near the surface, needing to finish the imprint with his cock deep inside me.

FOUR

Finley

We walked down the hall to his rooms. I dragged my lips along his neck before nipping at his jaw.

He shivered, angling his head so that I could run my teeth down the side of his throat and suck in my mark at the base of his neck.

“No tower?” I asked, my lips now against the shell of his ear.

“No,” he rasped. He slowed and turned his head to claim my lips, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. His taste drove me wild, chasing away my worries and the long, long to-do list I was creating. “No tower. And no separate rooms. Traditionally the king and queen sleep in separate chambers. Not us. I want to go to sleep with you in my arms, and wake you up with my cock deep in your pussy.”

I melted around him, liking when he talked dirty. I feathered my tongue across the edge of his earlobe, my core pounding with arousal.

“We’re not going to waste time on the ‘proper’ way of doing things,” he went on. “Not after all we’ve been through.” He pulled back a little and looked down into my eyes. “We have an opportunity to start over. We have an opportunity to build something here, in this kingdom. You’ve already shaken things up, and I want to keep heading in that direction.”

His eyes dipped to my exposed chest.

A little grin pulled at his lips. “I do think clothes should be a requirement within the castle, however. Hadriel did have a point.”

I chuckled. “Fair point. I just didn’t have any at hand.”

“Yes, Leala is helping settle people in.” His eyes turned serious. “We’ll discuss the changes as soon as we can cobble together some sort of council. A council that is interested in the wellbeing of people—all of them, not just the rich. I want Hannon to be on that council.”

I widened my eyes, pulling back a little. “H-Hannon? But he’s…common. Who will listen to him?”

“The same people who will listen to you. We’ll make sure of it. But as I said, all of that can come later. I will not rush our imprinting, not even with the…shocking revelations of earlier and all that is going on. It’s time we lost ourselves in each other, regardless of what waits for us outside of these walls.”

He carried me into his rooms, and I got a glimpse of high ceilings, artful paintings, and the deep blue-green décor before he slammed the door shut behind us and lowered me down his body. My bare skin slid against the rough seam of his pants; his bulge was hard and ready for me.

“The good thing about clothes not being worn is that I can get at you so much faster,” he murmured, bending to take my hard nipple in his hot mouth.

He ran a finger through my wetness, moaning as he felt my heat. I spread my legs wider, and he ran his digits up across my clit before threading two fingers into me. They curved just right, pumping in and out, and his thumb pressed and circled my clit.

I fisted his hair, my hips gyrating in time with his ministrations.

He fell to his knees before grabbing one of my knees and guiding it up and over his wide shoulder. He dragged his tongue through my wet folds, teasing it around my opening before thrusting inside.

I shivered, letting my head fall back against the wood with a thunk. He feathered his tongue up toward my clit before sucking it in hard. I gasped as he plunged his fingers into me again, working me hard and fast.

“Oh fuck,” I said, my eyes fluttering. “Oh goddess, oh fuck—”

With the other hand, he reached up and tweaked a nipple, sending shooting sparks of pure bliss straight to my needy cunt. I wanted to hold out, wanted to savor these fucking amazing sensations, but without warning, a wave of pleasure engulfed me, and then I was falling down into my orgasm, moaning, shuddering against his hot mouth.

“Goddess help me, you taste so sweet,” he murmured, his lips against my pussy, the vibration of his words tickling me pleasantly. “Better than anything I’ve ever tasted. I hadn’t heard this was a side effect of imprinting. Maybe it’s because we’re true mates.”

“Let’s see, shall we?” I shoved his head away to put some space between us, quickly pulled in my foot, and shoved him backward, using my will to help the cause. He toppled back onto the ground, splayed for a moment before he rolled over slowly to his hands and knees.

Sudden anger turned to blistering excitement as he rose to his knees, his golden eyes pinning me to the spot.