A Queen of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 4)

I raked my hands back down her scales again before pulling her up off the bed, her back to my front, thrusting up into her. I kissed her neck and felt down to her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers.

“Who do you belong to?” I asked in a rough growl, my dragon feeding me power, wanting to take over again.

“You,” she said on a sigh. “My golden prince.”

“I’ll make you worship this cock.” I slipped a finger into her pussy, groaning at how wet she was. I used my other hand to assault her clit, getting her on all levels. “I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”

“You already have.”

Her admission, followed by her mew of pleasure, sent white-hot desire ripping through me.

“Then use me. Take your pleasure from me.”

I dropped my lips to her neck, kissing and licking. I stroked within her, and she rocked more solidly on my cock, doing as I asked, taking what she wanted. She reached back and grabbed my ass cheeks, her fingers digging in, yanking me to her faster. Making me fuck her harder.

Our little dragon has detoured. Let her play, my dragon growled. Do not come until you mark, and do not mark while between her cheeks. I doubt that’s a story she’ll want to repeat.

He was asking the impossible.

Still I gritted down, stroking her, kissing, letting her ass-fuck my cock.

That thought made my balls tighten with the need to explode, to let loose into that tight hole. I worked my fingers faster, rubbed against her clit, and then just needed her to come already because I was desperate.

I pushed her head forward a little and sucked across one of her scales.

“Holy—!” Her cunt pulsed against my fingers as she climaxed, shuddering against me, wordlessly yelling her glory. “Fuck,” she finished, sagging.

You’re weak, my dragon thought. You’re less than a man should be. You should be able to hold out without resorting to a quick trick to make her come.

Seriously, shut the fuck up.

I cleaned things up quickly and then flipped her onto her back. I settled between her spread thighs, loving her soft pink flush and heavily lidded eyes. She looked up at me dreamily and offered me a soft, satisfied smile.

“You aren’t done yet, princess.” My chest glowed with warmth, but my voice was harsh. I kissed her, hard and demanding.

“Yes, sire,” she cooed, and a shock of need pierced me.

I growled as I drove into her, seating myself fully. Her surprised “oh!” turned into a decadent groan of pleasure.

“Claim me, Nyfain,” she murmured, her fingernails digging into my back. “Claim me again. Mark me as yours.”

Her legs encircled my hips. I started a hard rhythm, pounding into her on each thrust. Her jaw went slack and her eyes fluttered closed as she grunted with each firm slide of my cock.

“Look at me,” I commanded, power pumping between us once again. Her dragon wasn’t keeping any of it, though. Instead, she was offering it up to us, gleefully submitting.

Finley’s eyes peeled open slowly, finding mine. I strove harder, falling into her beautiful gaze, open all the way down to her soul. Within us, I could feel the bond pulsing and throbbing until I was sucked into that place where only she and I existed. Where the world fell away.

“Nyfain,” she said, raking her hands across my scales and scars. “Nyfain,” she said again, and I couldn’t tell if she was begging or praising me.

I worked within her, keeping my body flush with hers, feeling her hard nipples on my chest and her skin against mine. I kissed her sweet lips and thrust my tongue into her mouth to match my movements, faster now, wilder. She gyrated up to catch the swing of my hips, crashing into me. I ground against her, my control gone, leaving behind a desperation to claim her for good.

My dragon throbbed power, and then I bit her neck on the opposite side of her first mark, sinking my teeth into her flesh again and releasing the magical serum that would brand her. She cried out, shaking around me, her pussy walls gripping my cock. Pleasure overwhelmed me, and then I groaned against her, erupting inside of her. Two more pumps, and I was spent, melting down around her.

We lay still for a moment, locked in each other’s arms, panting.

“I’ve never seen someone with two marks,” I told her softly, pulling out and then moving her into the sheets. I probably wouldn’t be able to stay long, but I wanted a few minutes with her in my arms before I had to deal with the demons.

She curled up against my side, resting her head on my chest. “Now you have.”

I breathed in her scent, resting my cheek on her head. “Getting back to the earlier conversation, I would love to swap books and discuss. I’ve read that action-adventure one you picked out, though. Twice. We’ll need to pick another.”