A Queen of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 4)

“Nyfain, please,” I said, shoving back against him. “Please.”

“No. I’m going to leave you on the edge while I empty inside of you.”

True to his word, he let out a vicious growl and then shuddered. He took two thrusts to finish and then pulled out slowly, breathing heavily.

“Are you desperate for more cock?” he asked in a dark tone.

My pussy ached with need. I clenched and released, clenched and released, needing him to fill me again. To suck me. To touch me.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Yes, what?” He rubbed his palm flat against my pussy, careful to avoid my clit. He rubbed the wetness all over me.

“Yes, alpha.”

“Not alpha…” He pushed two fingers into me, just barely grazing my front walls. A spark of pleasure added to my delicious misery.

“Yes, my king.”

“That’s right.” He dropped to his knees and tasted me. “Hmm,” he said, running his tongue through my folds. “We’re even better together. Do you want my tongue, cock, or fingers?”

Between my spread thighs, I could see him working his dick while he licked and tasted my sex. All I’d need was a flick of his tongue to my clit. A plunge of his fingers in the right place.

But I wanted that cock. I told him so.

“Say please,” he said, standing again.

“Yes, my king, fuck me again with your cock. Please.”

He slammed into me, reaching around and applying pressure to my clit. With a loud cry of pleasure, I tore apart at the seams. My arms lost their strength, and I pitched forward, face first into the bed.

He wrapped his arms around me immediately and hauled me back up, keeping me off my front.

“Careful now,” he said, his voice so soft. It was such a fast change from a moment before. “Let’s not put too much pressure on our baby’s home, hmm?”

He pulled up my leg by the knee, bracing my foot against the wooden frame of the bed. He threaded himself back into me, wet and sloppy. So fucking hot.

“Let’s get you another one right like this.” He held me with one hand and worked my clit with the other, thrusting again, hard and fast. Half delirious, wondering why the fuck I’d incensed him earlier when I no longer had the heat to buffer me, I fell into the sensations. I fell into the magnificent friction. His arm held me tight. His fingers worked me just right. My heart was full, and my body was burning, and I did what he said. I kept going and hit another high. Then again in another position, keyed up as he shook and shuddered behind me, following my command and filling me up. Over and over.

Toward the end, he pushed me forward and helped me crawl across the bed, taking me to my side before using our releases as a lubricant to push up into my ass. His fingers on my clit and his mouth on my scales turned the painful slide into an erotic ache. He took his pleasure as I groaned against him. The world dropped away until it was just the two of us, our bodies tangled together and our pleasure spiraling.

He could’ve gone all night if I’d let him. The heat was well and truly over, having done its job, but I’d challenged him. There was one thing you didn’t do to an alpha dragon unless you planned to see it through.

Just after midnight, after hours of orgasms coming hard and fast, I had to call it. I had to give in. I didn’t even mind that he’d won that round. Eyes droopy, I drifted into sleep wrapped in his arms, ignoring the smugness coming through the bond.

If I’d known what the night would bring, I never would have challenged him.

FORTY

Finley

The scream tore me out of sleep. I sat up with a gasp, ripping myself out of Nyfain’s grip. The sound had been so faint that Nyfain hadn’t stirred. But it wasn’t just the sound that had awoken me. Some things couldn’t be explained, and the feeling of a family member in danger was one of those things.

I knew without a doubt it had been Sable’s scream.

In a moment I had my dagger from the nightstand and was running toward the door. That was when more sounds filtered in. A yell. A bang. Something was happening.

“What is—”

Nyfain cut off, probably hearing it too.

I grabbed the door handle and yanked it open as Nyfain’s footsteps pounded after me.

“Finley, wait,” he said, but the door was already swinging open.

The hall was filled with movement.

“Oh shit,” I said, pausing for one moment.

I didn’t take time to make sense of it.

Instead, I launched forward, everything slowing down in my mind’s eye as adrenaline dumped into me.

Down the way, Hadriel turned slowly, too slowly, as though someone controlled him. His hands were at his sides. He tilted his head back to watch a demon raise a large, curved sword over his head.