A Queen of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 4)

His grunt was even more pronounced this time, but he was rolling as soon as his back hit the bed.

I was there when his feet hit the ground, my fist already sailing through the air. It hit him in his face and snapped his head back. He grabbed my wrist as he fell, yanking me down with him. I tried to pull free, but his grip was too hard. I couldn’t escape.

“You should’ve stayed on your feet,” Nyfain said in a rough, menacing tone. “Now you’re at the mercy of the big, bad dragon.”

“I’m at no one’s mercy.” I punched his throat and then reached around his erection to hit him in the balls.

He groaned, and not from pleasure, jerking away and creasing in the middle. He almost looked like he was headed for the fetal position.

“Is that how we’re going to play it?” he asked as I finally pulled my hand away and quickly shoved off the bed.

“That’s what my dragon said after you grabbed my throat,” I replied as he pushed to standing like he was slowly uncoiling. A thrill arrested me, but I hid it. “So yeah, that’s exactly how we’re going to play it.”

He lunged at me again, not grabbing this time but barreling into me. He slammed me into a small desk against the wall, forcing my ass up and onto it. He pushed in between my legs, hand at my throat again. His other hand grabbed the back of my knee and shoved it up, giving him plenty of room.

Power pulsed within me. Desire ramped up.

The tip of his cock kissed my opening, and my eyes fluttered. I wasn’t done yet, though. I’d be fucking him this time.

I twisted as I brought my arm around, slapping his hand off my throat. My leg pulled down too forcefully for him to stop me. He bent in the direction I was twisting, and I hit him with will to keep him going so I could roll out from under him.

Wood snapped under me. The legs of the desk gave out, and the whole thing dropped to the ground.

I squealed as I went down, surprised. Nyfain caught me, the game forgotten for the moment while he kept me from hitting the ground.

This was definitely going to be a cheat to win situation.

I took advantage of his protective instincts and shoved him back with my hands and my will, hitting him high so as to knock him off balance. He staggered backward, surprise lighting his face. Then humor. His feet couldn’t get purchase in time, and he fell, his ass hitting the ground hard enough to shake the room and his back hitting the side of the bed.

I was on him a moment later, tamping down his hands with will and wrapping my fingers around his throat, squeezing. I ran my slippery pussy along his hard shaft before angling and sitting down onto him.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, fighting against my will’s hold, struggling to breathe. “Yes. Fuck, I love when you use me.”

Does it need to be mentioned that you shouldn’t kill him? my dragon asked patiently.

He can breathe. This is just a little asphyxiation kink, that’s all. Leala told that story about it, remember? He’ll get off. It’ll be fine.

I bounced on top of him, letting my head fall back as I continued to squeeze. The euphoria from the heat was still there, adding a glorious double layer to the sensations. It was unlike anything I’d yet felt, complex and violent and so fucking right.

His dragon seems delighted, at any rate, my dragon thought, purring deeply. He likes when you get feisty.

I gyrated my hips, rubbing his cock against all the right places.

“Fuck up into me,” I commanded as he continued to struggle against my hold, his eyes closed in ecstasy.

He did as I said, even though I doubted I had the resources of will to really make him. All my efforts were going toward keeping his hands down. I could barely contain him, even with all my power.

His hips swung off the ground, his cock punching into me. I moaned, my head thrown back, soaking up the violence. Struggling to take him deeper. Loving that continued euphoria.

“Fuck me, little dragon,” he wheezed, his eyes fluttering now.

The sound of the door handle caught my lust-soaked awareness. Someone was coming in.

Nyfain’s eyes snapped open. “Fucking bad timing,” he said, his throat tight from my hold. “Almost there. Keep going. They can wait.”

Do not stop, my dragon thought desperately.

“I realize this is a bad time,” Hadriel said.

I released Nyfain’s arms so that I could throw my will back. It hit the door and slammed it shut, knocking Hadriel away.

A proud smile lit Nyfain’s face, and he closed his eyes again, raking his hands down my scales and thrusting his hips up into me. I worked him harder, knowing our time was running out, because we wouldn’t be interrupted if it wasn’t important. I was thankful this wasn’t part of the heat so that Nyfain wouldn’t lose his mind and throw someone overboard. So that I wouldn’t urge him on in doing it.