A Queen of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 4)

“Well, I’m sure Leala and I can corrupt Dolion’s minions,” Hadriel said, exiting the washroom. “He really hated when his demons got involved in kinky fuckery. That’ll at least piss him off.”

“I could use a little debauchery anyway,” Leala murmured.

Nyfain picked up the itinerary. “Go for it, Hadriel and Leala—just keep it quiet. We’re allowed to bring one guard to the meet-and-greet tonight. Weston, that’ll be you. I want the royals of the Red Lupine Kingdom to see you. I don’t want it to look like I am hiding you. Hannon, you’ve been invited to attend as well. Get used to that. I assume you’ll be invited to everything and likely treated as a sovereign nation. Beware what you say and what you agree to. Dolion isn’t the only royal who relies on cunning to get what he wants.”

He dropped the piece of paper onto the desk before scanning the room.

“Everyone break. Get some food and rest. Be on your guard, though. Regardless of what Porfino said, there is danger here. Dolion doesn’t follow rules.”

With murmurs of assent, the others left us alone, although Leala and Urien continued to unpack and see to our things. Nyfain slipped his hands around my waist, running his fingers lightly across my belly.

“All I want is our happily ever after,” he whispered before running his lips down my neck. “I’m sick of all this worry and danger. I’m sick of being plagued by that demon king.”

“We’ll get it. Soon, we’ll get it. Starvos is about to fast-track this thing with Dolion. We just have to get through tonight, and tomorrow everything will turn into chaos.”

He huffed out a laugh and shook his head. “The calm before the storm.”

“The cocktail hour before the storm, yeah. So annoying. Can’t we just cancel?”

“It would be nice. But no.” His sigh washed against my skin. “I need to lose myself in you for a moment.”

He sucked in the flesh holding his mark.

“Just a moment?” I whispered, fluttering my eyes closed as he trailed his hands down my hips and then fisted the material of my gown before pulling it up.

“Maybe longer than a moment.” He tugged it up over my head before dropping it to the floor. My undergarments followed shortly thereafter, and I heard Leala and Urien heading for the door. They knew the drill.

“I want it soft and sweet,” I murmured as he slid his fingers over my breasts before stopping and lightly pinching the nipples.

“As you command,” he replied, hardly more than a wash of his breath against my fevered flesh.

He turned me slowly before bending, sucking a budded nipple into his scorching mouth. I groaned as pleasure washed through me. Straightening so I could work at his buttons, he claimed my mouth, his kiss hard and consuming. He devoured me, his passion unfurling like a live thing and lighting me on fire.

“Hmm,” I said, hurrying to push his jacket and shirt off his large shoulders before ripping at his pants.

He helped me, quickly stepping out before falling to his knees in front of me. He reached up to steady me as he pushed one of my knees over his shoulder. He parted my folds, licking up my center and making my whole body tighten. He sucked in my clit as he pushed his fingers into my pussy.

“Yes,” I hissed, rocking into his mouth. The pleasure increased, building higher, his suction hard and his fingers just right. “Yes,” I repeated, louder, grabbing two fistfuls of his hair.

He fucked my cunt with his fingers, not quite as soft and sweet as I’d originally asked. Thank the goddess for her wisdom in giving me what I needed, not what I’d asked for. I rode his face with fervor, right on the edge, chasing my orgasm.

“Faster,” I said, head thrown back. “Harder.”

His tongue swirled my clit before he sucked it in pulses. His fingers kept going, pushing me higher, making me squirm against him.

I hit the peak with an explosion, crying out my delight, shuddering against him.

He didn’t wait for me to come down. While I was still trembling from the aftershocks, he swung me up into his arms and walked me to the bed. Once there, he laid me down and pressed himself between my spread legs.

And he did listen to me then. He dragged the tip of his cock through my drenched folds before entering me slowly. I could feel his reverence through the bond, and also from the way he moved against my body. He thrust firmly and deeply, slowly pushing in until he ground his hips against me and then sliding back out as I clenched my pussy around him. He groaned softly, wanting more, needing it, but continuing with the slow, methodical fucking. So sweet. So sensual. So frustrating.

My body tightened up around him. I swirled my hips for more friction then changed the angle, making his cock drag against my inner walls, but it was still too slow, torturously slow.