A Queen of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 4)

“I don’t care about maintaining an image,” Nyfain said, his knees to either side of me, his hard length pressing against my back. He ran his palms across my stomach. “How could I? By now, the whole kingdom knows I’m a bastard.”

I frowned at him. “What a horrible thing to say—”

“Fine.” He laughed as he buried his face against my neck. “That I’m not the rightful heir. Regardless, I don’t care about seeming lax. I know I’ll get challenges before long. I welcome them. I also know Weston won’t be stupid enough to be one of those challengers.”

Weston huffed, lifting the chair again. “You, seeming lax? Only here, with Finley. The second she steps away, your whole kingdom goes running.”

Cowards, my dragon thought as Weston slipped away. I couldn’t help rolling my eyes at her.

TWENTY-ONE

Finley

Nyfain chuckled softly as he gave my mark an open-mouthed kiss and sucked in my suddenly fevered skin.

“Wait until he leaves the library,” I said, my eyes fluttering closed again as he teasingly flicked his tongue across my skin.

“He’ll be gone in a minute.” He tilted his head, feathering his lips up my neck. “I need to get into that tight little pussy. I should’ve come inside you twice by now.”

Heat enveloped me as he slid his hands up over my breasts, kneading and caressing them.

“Did you wear underwear?” he whispered, lightly pinching my nipples between his fingers and sending pleasure shooting straight down to my cunt. “I see that your beautiful breasts are free.”

He pushed one of his palms down my stomach, over a hip and to the top of my thigh. He fisted the material before dragging it up, exposing my bare pussy.

“But what about—”

The click of the library door signified we were alone—not that Nyfain cared in the least.

“When they see me fucking you, they’ll know you’re mine,” he growled, slipping a finger through my folds.

I lost my argument as his digit traveled through my heat and then circled my clit, getting everything slick.

“I want to lick this wet pussy, but I don’t think I can wait.” He dipped two fingers into me, hitting me just right and making me arch against him. His fingers sloshed through my wetness, the sound incredibly erotic.

“Maybe I’ll lick you clean after I fill you up.”

I moaned loudly at the filthiness of the statement, spreading my legs, pushing his wider. He hooked his feet on the insides of my knees and dragged them wider still.

“Do you like that, baby?” he said in a rough voice. “Do you want me to keep fingering you until you come so pretty for me?”

“Yes, Nyfain,” I said, rolling my hips in time with those thrusting fingers. He pinched my nipple gently, giving it a soft tug as his fingers thrust.

“Tell me what you want, baby. Let me hear you say it.”

“Fuck me with your fingers, Nyfain. Please. Make me come.”

He worked harder then, rougher, the heel of his hand hitting my clit and his digits rubbing against that perfect spot within me.

The library door clicked open, and murmuring voices suggested we weren’t alone anymore.

I sucked in a gulp and jolted, trying to peer around the tapestry. My dress was pooled around my waist, my knees spread wide, showing my bare, glistening pussy with his hand smacking against me as he finger-fucked me.

“Didn’t we say we were going to try fucking at one of the sex parties?” He took his hand from my breast and grabbed a fistful of my hair. “Now we have an audience. They won’t see you, Finley, but let them hear you. Let them hear how much you like getting fucked by your alpha.”

Oh, goddess help me, his dirty words turned me on so fucking much.

I couldn’t deny I wanted that. I’d seen a lot by now, even masturbated to a threesome, but I’d never been the one on display. I was still too shy to actually do any of that stuff.

This was my chance to safely explore my boundaries.

The tension left me and I melted back into him, releasing a little mew of pleasure as his hand smacked against me, the heel banging against my clit.

“That’s my girl. Pull down your top. I want to look down at those pink nipples.”

Desire flooding me, I pulled off my straps and helped my top fall down to add to the puddle at my waist. The air caressed my budded nipples.

“Suck this like it was my cock.”

He pushed a digit into my mouth, and I sucked greedily.

“Hmm, that’s right. Fuck, Finley, you’re a goddess.” He swapped the finger with this thumb before he moved down to roll the wetness across a nipple. He angled my body, leaning me to one side so he could bend over my torso and softly blow across the newly wet nipple.

“Holy—”

I exploded in an orgasm, the fingers he still had inside of me heightening the pleasure as they smacked against my clit.