Our Vicious Oaths, page 40
“Patience, wife,” he taunted, even though his sanity was hanging on by a sliver-thin thread. But he was operating on more than pure animalistic instinct now. Whatever heightened bonds the blood-exchange ritual of their ceremony had caused—and he couldn’t deny it had created stronger tethers—it made him unable to ignore a truth that had run between him and Kadeesha from their very first meeting in her pleasure den. He was drawn to her, and there wasn’t any fucking chance he’d be letting her go now that he’d had a taste of her. Once, or even hundreds of times, would never be enough. But Kadeesha still looked at him as if she was dead set on their eventual separation.
That stopped tonight.
He wasn’t letting her out of the room, out of their bed, until she assented. He’d drive her delirious with need and pleasure, wringing that consent out of her. To that end, he started his seduction, moving to claim her body in a way he’d mostly formerly refrained from doing. He manifested tendrils of shadows. Kadeesha gasped when they glided up her body, across her breasts, over her arms. She swore viciously when they locked around her wrists and anchored her arms to the bed. His newly gained wife even called him a bastard, or three.
Good, he thought. Because that’s exactly what I am.
He undid the clasp of his silver pelt, then shrugged it off. He hooked his thumbs beneath his waistband, saw her eyes gleam with wanton need when they fastened on the bulge in his pants. “Do you really want me to unbind you? Or do you want me to undress both of us and lick you until you’ve forgotten your own name?” he asked silkily.
Kadeesha tugged against the shadows binding her wrists, but her legs fell open and her back arched off the bed, handing Malachi her answer. He got rid of his pants and climbed onto the bed between her thighs. He took hold of her legs behind the bend of her knees, drawing circles against her flesh with his thumbs until she quivered.
“Stop fucking around,” she hissed, squeezing his head between her thighs. It was a prison he’d gladly remain locked in for the rest of eternity. He inhaled her heady scent of wild violets. She could squeeze him until he suffocated and he’d die a happy male. He turned his head and nipped the inside of her left thigh, licked it, then delivered the same treatment to her right thigh.
He looked up and locked eyes with his wife. “What do you want me to do, Kadeesha? Be a good girl and use your words.”
She gritted her teeth in defiance, and …
No, that shit isn’t going to fly.
Her dress was already bunched up around her waist, but it didn’t bare her nearly enough to him. He needed all of her. He needed every inch of her, outside and in. Because she was his.
He left the spot between her legs that was utter heaven and slid up her body. He grabbed the neck of her wedding gown and tore it off her. “Much better,” he decided. He cupped her pussy, sank three fingers inside, stretching her while brushing his thumb across her clit. Fuck, she was wet. She hadn’t even come yet and she was gushing all over his hand. Her legs locked around his hips and she arched hard against his fingers. He hadn’t even started fucking her with them yet. He simply held them in place deep inside her while working her clit. The urge to taste her already clawed at him. He knew it was agony for her too.
But first, she had to say the right words.
“Tell me what you want from me,” he ordered roughly.
“Fuck … you.”
“Wrong answer,” he said, putting more pressure on her clit.
She moaned his name—music to his ears—when he spread his fingers wider and pressed down harder on her clit.
“I asked you a question, Kadeesha. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.” The words rumbled from his chest, and it wasn’t a question anymore.
He was king, and he gave commands.
She gritted her teeth, and in response, he curled his fingers, hitting exactly where her screams were kept.
“Celestials! I want you to do everything you threatened at the ceremony,” she cried out. “Taste me and … and fuck me mindless.”
He sucked on her full bottom lip like he wanted to do to her clit. She whimpered when he withdrew his fingers from inside her. He understood—and agreed. Because he was done fucking around; it was time to give them both what they desired.
He slid back down her body and feasted. He drove them both mad with every swipe of his tongue, every nip, every time he sucked on her sensitive pearl and sent shudders rippling across her body and set her legs to quivering. He was already rock hard from the beginning, but it became painful when Kadeesha’s legs locked his neck in a vise hold and she ground her pussy into his face, feeding it to him. The taste of her was exquisite, and it was all he could do to not grab himself and find his own relief. But this wasn’t about him—not yet. This was about undoing his wife—stripping her of every defense, every barrier, that she might erect to fight against what he knew they’d both felt during the ceremony.
He cupped her ass with one hand, urging her on and plunged his fingers back inside her, fucking her with them and his tongue until her moans hit a fevered pitch. He loved when she let the reins go, when she screamed herself hoarse for him. But she wasn’t screaming the right thing. He growled, pulling away from the rapture between her legs just long enough to slap her clit. She moaned, then hissed.
Malachi locked eyes with her while dragging his tongue in lazy circles against her inner thigh, as if he had all the time in the world.
“I haven’t heard my name yet, so clearly you don’t wish to come,” he murmured. Then, he closed his mouth over the spot along her upper thigh, right beside her lips, that had her clawing at his hair whenever he sucked on the flesh. He was a true bastard this time, since her hands were bound—and because he did more than lightly nibble on the spot. It was too much of a temptation to sink his teeth into her flesh, to hear her cry out as he left a second brand on her. On his wife. Even thinking the word should’ve chilled him, as it had from the moment Kadeesha levied her little proposal. But when he’d stood at her side for the ceremony, the aversion he’d expected hadn’t existed. The entire time, he could only think about how delectable she looked in the gown that would surely tempt any male to lay a kingdom, the whole continent, the entire damn realm at her feet. Nor could he refrain from thinking about how she had looked like—how she had always been—the fiercest of warrior queens with her squadron of Nkita and kongamatos nearby even before he’d crowned her. Kadeesha was a work of art who was brilliant and cunning. She was a being made of fire and steel and utter stubbornness who’d never truly bend to anyone and who’d never truly be broken. She was a masterpiece. A fucking remarkable creation of the great Celestials. And he intended to keep her. She was his, permanently, whether she realized it yet or not.
“Unbind me so I can touch you,” his wife both ordered and pleaded, her breathy voice making him harder.
He wanted to be inside her heat so badly, he groaned. But he still needed to coax something from her first. He kissed his way up the soft skin of her stomach, palming and kneading her breasts as he worked. She opened for him as soon as his tongue swept across her lips. He kissed her long and fervently and deeply, pressing his dick against her folds while he kissed her like he’d fuck her soon. He tore his mouth away long enough to command, “Be a good girl and say please, wife.
“Say my Celestials-damned name.”
Lovely defiance flared in her eyes, presenting as the tiny sparks of violet amid her brown irises that shone whenever she experienced a particularly intense emotion.
He licked the sensitive point of her left ear and then bit down on it. It dragged another delicious shiver from his wife. And her core that he was pressed against grew even hotter. Wetter. He wanted to hurry up and be drowning in it, so she needed to hurry the fuck up and stop fighting the inevitable. He rubbed his fingers against her slickness until they were coated with it and then thrummed them back and forth across her clit while sinking his teeth into her Marking at the base of her throat.
She bucked against him. “Malachi! Damn! Please!”
“Good fucking girl,” he praised, sinking deep into his wife with a brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. She was warm and wet, so damned wet, her pussy wrapped around his thickness so perfectly tight that he nearly came on the spot. And he would’ve, had he immediately started moving. Instead, he kept them welded together while he released her wrists. One of her hands tangled in his locs. Her other hand seized his back, her nails painfully digging in and drawing blood exactly how he liked her to do.
“Fuck me. Hard,” she ordered.
His hands moved to her hips, pinning her to the bed, restricting her from thrusting against him. If he allowed it, then this strategy of his would be torn to ribbons. He’d give her exactly what she commanded without extracting what he wanted first.
He nipped her bottom lip and released one of her hips to wind her hair around his hand. He loved her coils, especially when she wore them unbraided. It bequeathed her a wild, untethered beauty that drove him insane. “Command me again, but this time call me husband,” he demanded, tugging on her hair so her head arched back, exposing her neck completely to him. He dragged his tongue across her Marking, then sank his teeth back into the spot.
Thank the skies she cried out, “Fuck me, husband. Now,” as soon as he did. His restraint wasn’t going to last a second longer with her walls gripping his dick and pulsating around it. He pulled nearly out, flipped them so he lay on his back and she straddled him, dug his fingers into her ass, and slammed her down hard on his length while thrusting up to meet her just as savagely, over and over again.
“Is this what you wanted, wife?” he asked, his own voice ragged. “Is this how you want me to fuck you, always?”
The shrill, inarticulate sound that he assumed was a yes made him somehow even harder inside her.
He didn’t ease up; he knew exactly how rough she liked it and he gave her all that and more—was intent to do so until he faded into the Mist Isles. “You’re the recognized high queen now, are you not?” he challenged as he wrung moan after moan from her. “So order me to give you any and everything you want for the rest of eternity.” As he demanded it, he hit a spot that had Kadeesha planting her hands in the center of his chest and scoring her nails down his flesh as purple Aether flames she couldn’t hold back wove along her fingers. He groaned at the utter ecstasy of it all. The flames didn’t burn him, though the violet fire in her eyes burned hotter and the feral gleam within her eyes said she was about to spin out of control, precisely how he wanted. Yet, there was still a flicker of restraint and fear that rippled across her beautiful face.
He brushed fingers across her Marking, making her tremble atop him. “Let that shit go and ride my dick while you do it, High Queen.” He widened his legs and plunged deeper, harder, more mercilessly into her. He was pitiless in his assault, hands roving over her breasts and pinching her nipples. To coax her into following the order, he stroked upward at an angle that had her eyes rolling back in her head. She screamed his name while making a mess of them both.
“Fuck, Kadeesha,” he moaned, grabbing her hair. “Keep coming all over this dick, wife, just like that.” His vision blurred from how fucking good—how divine—she felt each time she came unraveled around him. He hissed when the purple flames rippling over her hands flared brighter and roiled across his chest as she continued to come, drawing her orgasm out by finally, blessedly, grinding against him. He wrapped the flames in a thin layer of shadows to temper them, so they remained scorching enough that he felt the burn but not hot enough to melt the skin from his bones. He locked his hands around Kadeesha’s when she startled a moment later, as if abruptly realizing what she was doing. He molded her hands to his chest. “Don’t dare yank away from me,” he warned. “I can take whatever you need to dish out. Matter of fact, you can feel how it makes my dick harder, can’t you.” He rocked into her to underscore the point. “Now keep it going and make me come, love,” he told her. “Keep riding my dick like you mean it, like it’s yours.”
The purple raged hotter in her eyes, but this time those bewitching flames roared at him that his challenge would be answered. He gripped her ass as she rose up on her knees and slammed down on his throbbing dick. A loop of endless rapture shot through his body and he moaned her name, many, many times as she circled her hips, grinding more fervently against him. She bent over and sucked on his tongue, and the sound of her ass slapping against his skin had his balls pulsing. Not yet, he snarled to himself, managing to hold on to a sliver of sanity. He knew he’d told her to make him come, but he didn’t want this to end. Not yet. Not ever. He sent tendrils of shadows caressing down her body, sliding between her legs. He surged his hips up to meet her brutal thrust for brutal thrust. He grinned smugly when tremors wracked her body from his shadows working her clit.
“I won’t ever get enough of doing this,” she gasped and seized the back of his neck. While riding the high of her latest orgasm, she ran her tongue along the top and then bottom plates of his grille, then moaned, “When you wear these, it drives me insane. Makes me need you inside me on sight.”
He sucked on her tongue back, mimicking the way he’d worked the set of lips between her legs, underscoring another point. “Then I’ll wear them all the time if it means I get to taste your pussy even more,” he answered, his voice gravelly.
“It’s yours. My pussy is yours,” she moaned.
And then he was seeing stars, because her teeth bit into his Marking. Fisting her hair and pressing her mouth more firmly against his neck, he growled as his balls contracted. He exploded inside her, sending shadows thrumming across her clit so she came again with him just as hard.
Yours, she’d said.
Mine, mine, mine, mine …
Chapter Thirty-Seven
“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT YOUR LINGERING INTENTIONS to kill me,” Malachi whispered in her ear while still inside of her.
Kadeesha’s mind stuttered. She planted her hands against his chest, made to push off him and steal a few breaths to compose herself and a response.
He held on to her hips, firmly keeping her seated atop him. “Where are you going, wife?”
“Stop calling me that,” she demanded.
“It’s what you’ve become, isn’t it?” Malachi murmured.
“Not in any genuine way.”
“You didn’t put up much of a fight against it when we were fucking.”
“Because it was simply that—fucking. A fantasy.”
“Does this feel like a fantasy?” he said, pumping once, his still-hard dick pushing into her.
She hissed as his silky yet callused hands roamed from her hips to her ass, cupping it like he owned it. Like he owned her. She scowled at the way heat bloomed low in her core and at the memory of her expressing such moments ago. But again, it was a fantasy. And those words had been fueled by her coming so hard multiple times that it’d left her delirious. She wasn’t this male’s possession or anything else.
“But let’s get back to not in any genuine way. That comment is precisely why we need to hash a few things out,” Malachi rumbled. “Did you miss the vows we exchanged, the blood we exchanged, my future child growing in your womb?”
She gawked. He’d lost his entire mind; it was the sole explanation. Unless … She fingered the Marking on his throat. Yashira had warned her the wretched things caused odd behaviors. “I think this ill-advised sex play we keep undertaking is muddling your brain.”
Malachi arched an imperious eyebrow. It was a small act that she was starting to enjoy being on the receiving end of. His brow’s lofty curve along with the menacing smile that graced his lips when he was being exceedingly arrogant combined in an effect that made this male tantalizing. Malachi oozed an ominous yet stately beauty that she didn’t ever think she’d have her fill of looking upon. Her eyes skimmed down sculpted muscles that comprised his chest and abs and then lower to the place where they were still joined together. She dug her nails into his shoulders and bit down on her lips to keep from moaning when he shifted inside of her. The low self-satisfied chuckle that was all male made her glower at him. The deep slow thrusts—one after another after another—that followed it wiped the glower. They nearly made her choke on her tongue. She didn’t know what her face looked like just then, but she was certain it was twisted in some form of ecstasy. She lost the battle and moaned. His eyes dancing with victory was the only thing that cut through the rapture that was hauling her back under the spell of Malachi’s admittedly amazing dick. It took every ounce of willpower she had, but she managed to tell him, “Stop, so we can have a real conversation.”
The mind-blowing way he was working her over ceased, regrettably, at once. However, it was a necessity. And when she went to climb off him, he let her this time. But he didn’t allow her to go far. He snaked an arm around her hip as soon as she’d slid onto the bed beside him and pulled her against his side. He turned so he faced her, throwing one of his deliciously corded thighs over her legs, trapping her in a different way. His dark brown eyes bore into her almost as intensely as they’d done during their wedding. “Weren’t you just trying to run away from talking? Now you’re demanding that it occurs, wife?” he asked with mirth.
There was that unnerving word again. She decided to ignore it for the time being, so she could address a matter of greater significance. Besides, she was certain Malachi only kept calling her that for the same reason he’d called her princess before, which was to needle her. He clearly got off on getting under her skin. That’d been the nature of their relationship from the start.
