A Queen of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 4)

“I take it back,” I said, panting. “Fuck me hard.”

“Now, now, my queen. You gave a command, and I intend on following it.”

He slid his lips along my chin as he thrust in, grinding for longer now as I clenched and unclenched my pussy. Pulling out, slowly, so slowly, he left only the tip inside me, driving me wild.

“No, Nyfain.” I rolled my head from side to side, squeezing my eyes shut. “Don’t stop.”

“Look at me.”

I snapped my eyes open, falling into his golden gaze. He held eye contact as he pushed back in. More sparks lit my body. I wound a little tighter. I craved more of his hard length. I needed it harder. Faster.

I reached down for my clit, but he caught my hand and pulled it over my head. I tried with the other hand as he started moving again, but he caught that one too, pinning my wrists with one of his hands. He leaned his weight on it as his other hand found a breast. His thumb traced circles against my nipple.

I arched into his touch and tightened my legs around him. When he stalled again, I lifted myself and pulled with my legs to get him back into me.

This time he complied, ramming hard.

“Oh!” My shout of surprise turned into a moan as he pulled out a little faster this time, still taking too long. Still driving me crazy.

The anticipation mounted. I was hypersensitive to his every touch, hyperaware of his large cock slowly working in and out.

I couldn’t decide if I loved this or hated it. If I wanted him to keep going like this for hours to increase the exquisite torture or if I just wanted him to bang the shit out of me already and make me come.

His mouth swallowed my moan as he increased the tempo. Then he slowly increased it more until I was writhing and whimpering under him, my mind blank of everything but the feel of him. One hand roughly held my wrists, but the other was gentle as he teased my nipple. His thrusts in were hard and forceful, but he’d drag his cock back out slowly. I couldn’t get a handle on it. It was unraveling me little by little until I was a mindless, wanton creature begging him to make me come.

Finally he pushed up a bit so that he could slide his free hand down my body and run his knuckles along the sides of my swollen clit. I bucked, shaking my head from side to side.

“Do you want me to fuck you properly now, my queen?” he asked in a rough voice.

His touch teased me. His cock pounded in before grinding. I rocked against him, feeling the fullness of him inside me. He’d taken me right to the edge and was holding me there. Endlessly holding me there. He was firmly in control, and I had utterly lost it.

“Yes, please, Nyfain, please, fuck me properly. Please.”

“Please what?”

Back out and hold.

I mewed as I tried to push up. I slid him into me just a tiny bit more, only enough to continue the endless teasing. I fucking loved it and hated it at the same time. I was so deliciously on edge that I couldn’t imagine giving this up even to reach a climax while needing to at the same time.

“Fuck me, alpha. Fuck me properly, alpha.”

“That’s a good girl.”

And he pinched my clit while driving forward.

“Oh shit!” I yelled as the orgasm crashed into me.

He kept going, hard now, fast, working my clit and driving harder.

“Oh shit oh shit oh shit—” I gritted my teeth as the orgasm kept rolling.

He shouted an unintelligible word, and then he was climaxing into me, shuddering. With a last couple of thrusts, he collapsed onto his elbows over me, dropping his head until his cheek was pushed against mine.

“That was intense,” I told him, the waves of pleasure finally starting to subside.

He sucked in air as he rolled onto his back and pulled me up against his body. “Yes, it was. I should listen to your commands more often.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You should always listen to my commands, even when I change them halfway through a thing.”

“Right, yes, that’s what I meant.”

I laughed and closed my eyes. Might as well get a little nap in before we went to the meetup and instigated a fight.

FORTY-SIX

Finley

“I’ll be trying all of your food before you do,” Hannon whispered to me as we made our way to the drawing room that would hold the royal meet-and-greet. This was apparently a cordial engagement designed to reacquaint everyone with each other. It would also introduce Nyfain and me as the new royals of Wyvern.

“How about I don’t drink anything?” I replied. “I’ll just hold my glass.”

“What if you forget about it and take a sip and it’s poisoned?”