Kingdom of Villains, page 21
“And you’re still clothed,” I said, grasping the back of his head when he reached my breasts. Moaning, I let him introduce his lips and tongue to each nipple, his teeth gently scraping and his every breath rumbling.
Then I pushed him, relying on his distraction to succeed, or perhaps he’d merely allowed it.
He rolled to his back, fire in his eyes as I removed his cravat. I fumbled at his pants to free his cock while he struggled out of his shirt. He groaned, pushing up and forcing me back over his thighs when I gripped it and marveled at its weight in my hand.
I didn’t wait. Desperation pooled at my core with just the thought of placing the engorged, thick member inside me.
“Fia,” Colvin rasped.
But I ignored him, rising to my knees and watching him as he watched me place him at my entrance. I rubbed him over me, spread myself over him, and he cursed. His lashes shadowed his cheeks, strands of escaped hair curling toward his parted lips, and his eyes unblinking.
His crown breached me, and I moaned, his fevered eyes jumping to mine then back down. Every muscle in his arms convulsed—as though it were costing him to restrain himself as I slowly swallowed inches of him within my body. “Fuck,” he groaned, nearly whined, when I stopped with little more than half of him inside me.
The fabric of his pants at my rear, my fingers clutching at his shoulders, and the sheer size of him beneath me, sinking into me… I tried to find the courage to fully seat him—needing more but needing a moment first.
“Fire-breather.” He kissed my shoulder, the sweet action contradicted by his next words. “This lover of yours, was he the only one?”
“Yes.”
“Did he ever make you scream?” When I didn’t respond, struggling to say anything as my heart stopped, he growled, “Answer me.”
“No,” I croaked, the burn of his words combined with that of his cock scalding and delicious.
“Good.” At my mouth, he warned with gentle wrath, “Allow me to be the first.” Then he gripped me behind the shoulders and pulled me down over him.
Until I was thoroughly filled with the thick, throbbing impossibility of him.
My head fell back, a silent scream choking me.
He released a groaned laugh, the wickedly hoarse sound heating my neck as he dragged his teeth down my chin and throat. “Feel me.” His lips pressed to the underside of my chin, large hands sliding to my ass and bruising the flesh within their grip. “Feel every fucking inch of me.”
There was indeed so much of him to feel, the burn slowly subsiding but still distracting as he gently wound my hair in his fist to tilt my head back. “Your beautiful cunt is pulsing, Princess.” The brush of his lips over my breasts was all the warning I had.
Another scream left me, this one riddled with sound—with both pleasure and pain—when his fangs sank into the sensitive flesh.
The prince groaned and growled. The hand still at my rear squeezed, moving me gently over him, while the other held my hair at my upper back to keep me from falling.
But I’d already fallen, deep down into a darkness so dizzying, the flames that had ignited in the candles of the cottage hurt to see when my eyes opened and the prince ceased sucking blood from my chest.
I shook in his arms, rocking over him and beyond ready.
His lips slid up my jawline, my blood accompanying and smearing. “Would you like to kiss me, Fia?”
In answer, I immediately placed my lips over his, my own essence sliding down my throat when our tongues touched. Taking his face in my hands, I held him to me as my teeth tore at his lips.
But before I could taste it, he pulled away and stood.
Then he turned with a groan as he slowly pried me from his body to lay me over the bed. “What are you doing?” I nearly whined, curling up to sit.
“Tasting all of you.” He climbed onto the bed and leaned back on his knees, his cock glistening in the moonlight as it swayed. “Open those pretty thighs.”
Lying back down, I did, and he swiped at his mouth, blood coating his stubble and cheek.
His eyes darkened to a dusty gold. “You’re going to end me, fire-breather.” He said nothing else, just lifted my thighs over his shoulders until my ass rose high from the bed and buried his nose in me. The tickling heat alone robbed a weeping sound from me. “Fuck, I’ve spent too many hours dreaming of this.” His eyes opened, a fire within as he flattened his tongue and slowly dragged it over me.
I mewled, thighs shaking beneath the punishment of his fingers.
He did so again and again, watching me grow more desperate until finally, he parted me with his tongue and did the same to my swollen opening and clit.
Three swipes and I was there—trembling and squirming and moaning.
“Did he do this to you?” he taunted, pausing as I began to fall from the precipice. “Did he adore you this tenderly?”
I shook my head, my ears ringing and my hips rocking, needing his mouth back on me.
“I don’t know if I believe you,” he said, his voice all wrong, strangled and edged with both need and animosity. “You can’t seem to speak.”
I was shaking all over now, a hollowing yawning open inside me. One touch was all I needed, and I’d give him anything he wanted for it, but I didn’t need to lie. “Nothing like this.”
“Good.” He licked me but stopped below where I needed him. I was about to beg or touch myself when he blew a heated exhale upon my clit.
And I fell apart.
A low, pleased chuckle rode along my skin, causing more gooseflesh to rise while I moaned and twisted. My thighs closed as soon as he released them, clenching tight to ride out the torture he’d inflicted upon me.
He opened them before I could finish finding relief. His towering form hovered above me, and he wrapped my legs around his waist. Nostrils flaring wide, he entered me in one slow thrust, his lips parting with a hypnotizing groan and widening of his eyes.
I spasmed around him, smiling as he felt it while sinking as deep as he could delve. “Fuck, Fia.” Studying me with hooded eyes, he stopped with a heaved exhale, and then he smiled too.
The sight caught my slow to return breath, my finger rising to his mouth. He kissed it, then scooped his arms beneath me to lift me with him. He settled on his haunches, perspiration dusting his shoulders. “You can take me again now.”
I curled my arms around his neck, squashing my breasts to his chest. “You’re done with being jealous?”
“Far from it.” He kissed me hard in warning. “So don’t lose patience with me.”
“On the contrary,” I whispered, smiling when he scowled. I tightened my legs around him. “I like your bruising fingers.”
“I can tell.”
“And I really like how you feel inside me.”
He groaned, licking at the blood he’d left on my jaw. “I can feel that.”
“But I won’t fuck you into forgetting another creature, dragon. I will simply do without these things I like by removing all of them from your body should you place them anywhere near another’s.”
The prince raised his head, eyes absorbing mine, his hunger a wilder energy stifling the room as he twitched inside me. “Noted, Fia the feral.” He lifted me by the hips, grinning when I slowly ate all of him again. “Let’s see just how feral you truly are.”
I stole his mouth and rose over him, wanting so much more. So I took it. I pulled his lip into my mouth. Our eyes met, his daring, as I sank my teeth into his flesh. He didn’t seem to breathe. He waited, likely doubting I would do it.
“You might think I don’t have the stomach for it, that I don’t truly want it, blood feeder…” I sucked and pulled, blood filling his mouth and flooding into mine. “But you’re wrong.”
He growled and took me to the bed, his teeth piercing my lip. “Last chance,” he warned, and we both stilled as our blood combined—seconds away from sealing our fates forever.
There was no way out. Despite what Regin had said, there was nothing and no one to hold on for. No way home. So I’d surrender the shreds of hope I’d unknowingly clung to like a shield. I’d quit fighting against a connection that would keep winning.
I wanted this prince. I more than wanted him.
I was in desperate and dire need of him, so I closed my eyes and swallowed.
A white noise infiltrated my ears, emptied my mind, and brought every sensation within my body to the surface beneath my skin.
Colvin cursed, his chest meeting mine and his arm sliding beneath my shoulder.
Then he moved.
With an efficiency that rendered me mindless, he withdrew his cock and plunged deep, over and over. As my cries grew louder, muffled against his mouth and tongue, his hair tangled within my fingers, he drove into me harder.
The bed shook, and the dark brightened.
Without mercy, he ground into me. He fucked me like the beast he was while I scraped my nails down his smooth back and allowed the poison I’d swallowed to awaken every hidden thread of my soul.
It tethered to his when my eyes opened and fell into his own, a painless yet excruciating connection that brought us both to climax instantly.
Every flame in the cottage extinguished. The dark seemed to shine with a gathering of stars.
They exploded when Colvin roared.
His body stilled, deep inside mine and grinding. Bared teeth gritted, he trembled violently. I swam beneath the surface of my humming skin and clung to him. My nails had dug grooves deep enough to wound, the pads of my fingers slippery with his blood.
The room spun, and my chest heaved.
As did his, and his hair curtained his cheeks when he rose onto his forearms. The ribbon that’d contained it all was long gone, courtesy of my fingers. Dragging them over his back, I brought them to my mouth and licked them clean.
His eyes lifted from my breasts to my lips. His own were bloodstained, and they parted in response to what he saw. A harsh breath was expelled with his warning. “It’s going to be a long night.”
“Indeed.” I grinned and painted his lower lip with my finger, never wanting him to leave. “You’re still hard.”
He nipped my finger, then kissed it before leaving my body and the bed.
My scowl fell at the sight of his perfect backside, and I watched him walk to the kitchen for the pitcher of water. I hadn’t needed it until he turned back, and my mouth dried. His cock stood rock solid, bouncing as his lean legs carried his impressive physique back to me.
Flame danced from two candles on either side of the bed with an absent flick of his fingers, the fire restarting in the hearth.
I marveled at the ease of it—at the power he possessed. The power he hid behind a veneer of books and unexpected gentleness and the guilt he harbored for things he could not control.
I sat up when he reached the side of the bed, gulping greedily from the pitcher while he waited. He took one sip himself before setting it down upon the nightstand, then roamed the length of the bed.
A predatory gleam lit his eyes, which hadn’t unfastened from me in the slightest. He stopped at the end of the bed, and I rose to my elbows to better see what he was up to.
“Open your legs.” As he stood there with his hand wrapped around his cock, his dark hair falling around his shoulders and his gold eyes red-rimmed, I forgot to breathe.
He was every fear I’d ever had and every wish I’d never known I’d longed for. A soul as dark as night and a heart of cloudless mornings, this contradiction of a male had me tethered tightly to him long before he’d made it irreversible.
And the smug thickness to his voice said he knew it. “Wider. I need to see everything.”
I did as I was told, wanting to please him, for doing so pleased and excited me.
“Touch yourself, fire-breather. Touch yourself and—” He cursed when I did and then lifted my fingers to my mouth to suck them clean.
Then he pulled my ass to the edge of the bed and gripped my spread legs, watching me watch him. “The sheer fucking sight of you, Fia,” he whispered as though memorizing me. “Those eager eyes. All that snowy hair kissing those beautiful tits. Your perfect cunt leaking with me and still so incredibly swollen…” He shivered, rasping, “You undo me like nothing else in existence.”
I failed to speak, to find room for thought, as my fingers slipped from my mouth.
He grinned knowingly, aligning at my center. “You need me.”
I nodded, moaning when the head of him entered my body.
He stopped, and I writhed, attempting to wriggle closer to sheath myself on him. But his hold on my legs didn’t allow for it. “First, my greedy creature, there is something I need to know, and don’t you dare lie…”
I frowned, impatient and desperate, but the possessive glow to his eyes warned me that he was indeed far from able to forget the male who’d traveled a great distance to visit me at our engagement ball. “I see no point in lying, but there is nothing more to tell.”
“Nothing?” A brow rose. “So he didn’t kiss you first?”
My entire face flamed instantly, giving me away. “You already know the answer to that.”
The prince’s eyes flashed with lethal satisfaction. “And he didn’t tend to you in this way?” He withdrew and then pushed forward, slowly ruining me as he eased all the way in while watching my eyes flutter. “He didn’t make your legs shake as hard as your heart when he stuck his undeserving cock inside you?”
“You know the answer to that, too,” I rasped, whining when he pulled out to the tip. I gnashed my teeth, but he only grinned. Stunned by his otherworldly beauty and debilitating magnitude, I stilled completely.
His features softened then, and he slid inside me a fraction more with a roll of his neck and a rumbling groan. “You really need to be more careful, fire-breather.”
“Oh?” I breathed. “Why?”
With utter seriousness, his fingers spreading over my hips and stomach and pushing higher to squeeze my breasts, he admitted gruffly, “Because when you look at me like that, I don’t just forget what I’m doing, I forget all that I fucking am.”
I clasped his chin and kissed him, using the distraction to wiggle over his cock. I gasped when he rubbed against a pleasure spot. “Then I shall remind you.”
“Will you?” he whispered with humor, mouth brushing mine.
I lifted my feet to his ass and pushed. He cursed, losing his hold and spearing inside me as he fell over top of me. With my hands framing his face and my legs climbing his back, I vowed to his lips, “I’ll remind you that you’re all mine.”
Water splashed.
Peeling an eye open, I struggled to keep from leaping out of bed and onto the female climbing into the bathing tub.
My mate.
It sang through me like an endless drumbeat. It changed the taste of the air I inhaled as I watched Fia pluck a sponge from the basket on the shelf closest to the tub and dunk it into the water before dragging it over her chest.
Without moving, without a glimpse at anything else, I knew that everything was now flavored and fragranced with her. It already had been. But now, it wasn’t just a fading taste. It was a stain. Now, I wasn’t just addicted—I was wholly at her mercy and never more thankful for it.
She could wash the blood we’d greedily spilled from her skin, but she would forever never be clean of me.
Content to let her believe I was still asleep so I could watch, I lay still and observed, although my blood thickened with the need to join her in that tub. Lifting her long, curling locks to her back, Fia scrubbed every inch of herself without looking my way.
It didn’t occur to me to think that was a problem until it was far too late.
“Get a good eyeful, prince,” she said, her tone cool. “For it could be your last.”
Such words were pointless after binding souls in the way we had last night and in the early hours of the morning. Yet a spark of panic still flared, causing me to ask with feigned amusement, “Did I sleep too long, fire-breather?”
Violence flooded the violet eyes she shot my way, threatening to make me both smile and wince. “You were the one still needing attention until a mere few hours ago, dragon.”
She was right. I’d had her more times than I’d ever dared to hope for, but it wasn’t enough. I feared an eternity wouldn’t be nearly enough.
Fia dropped the sponge into the water and rose from the tub. That full, round ass caused my already hard cock to ache against the bedding. “I suppose I can understand your desire to fuck like a savage beast.”
Bruises bloomed on the creamy skin, blue and dotted from my fingers. I groaned, turning my face into the pillow to rid the red haze that drowned my vision, each muscle seizing to act. To take a closer look at those bruises, to trace them with my tongue—
“But the desire to bind yourself to a mate? Not so much.” My stomach dropped, and she paused before continuing. “I didn’t know Foxglove…” The gentle scraping of parchment sounded. “And a third of an indigo mushroom could induce a weeklong fever, hallucinations, and horrific vomiting, but why should I?”
Fuck.
Fia went on, her sour tone softening with something else. Something that sounded a little like hurt. “Being that when combined, both are enough to kill you within hours.”
“Fia,” I started, throwing the bedding aside and myself to my feet. “It’s really not as bad as it seems.”
“Not bad?” Next to the dining table, she stood in nothing but my green towel, her cheeks flushed with ire. Reports taken from the mountain of research I’d recently attempted but hadn’t had the chance to finish tidying were clutched tight in her hand. “You’re right. It sounds like a screaming good time.”
I lifted my hands, knowing I was stark naked but not giving a fuck. “Fire-breather, just listen—”
“No.” As I advanced, she backed up toward the door, and my work fell to the floor. “You’re poisoning yourself. All the books and all this parchment…” Her eyes, coated in a damp sheen, flitted behind me to the table. Swallowing thickly, she looked back at me as she rasped, “You’ve been poisoning yourself for years.” Her eyes searched mine, and the growing wet within them stirred my beast, riddled me with rage and disgust for having put it there as she whispered, “Why?”
