She grinned, no doubt thinking she’d won our little game because I asked for her first. As if she could hold sway over a Dark Lord as powerful as me. I smiled, my lids heavy as my hunger increased. Blessed Dark, she was lovely.
The pulse in her neck beckoned, and I licked my lips, aware she desired me more than she should. More than she wanted to.
Sauntering to her throne, she allowed a flash of glittering annoyance at my blatant disrespect. “This is my land, Balen, though I have given you leave to play here.” She glanced meaningfully at her throne. “Kindly remember who I am.”
To prove her point, she straddled my lap and sank over me, engulfing me in her magic and desire. I couldn’t help the groan that escaped and merged my will with hers.
I gripped her hips while she rode me, both of us fighting for dominance. Her eyes locked on me as we fucked, the pleasure of our game making her skin flush, her nipples tight, her body wet and weeping for me.
“Oh, Lidra, I know who you are.” I yanked her down as I used my magic to stroke her to orgasm.
She cried out and clenched around me. And as she gasped her pleasure, I twisted my hand in her hair and yanked her head to the side, exposing a smooth, white neck.
Baring my teeth that had lengthened on my own rise to climax, I grinned. “I know who you are. But do you know who I am?”
I bit her, and she shrieked as the pain warred with her pleasure. My desires chased each other as hunger and sex intertwined. I drank the liquid life from her veins, her aged magic as fine as any Aellein wine.
It didn’t take long before I swelled inside her and jetted, releasing the magic of my Dark pleasure. She shivered as I withdrew my teeth, the taste of her tender flesh making me wonder what other delights I might partake of the exotic queen.
She lifted her head, her eyes wounded as she stared fearfully at me for the first time. “Why — what — y-you took my blood.”
“I did.” I smiled, looking like the monster she thought me to be.
Her blood stained my teeth and ran down my chin to my chest. I remained firmly embedded within her, my cock not realizing it should have been flaccid by now.
Pleased at the discovery, I shared with the queen my plans for her young niece. Excited about our future, Lidra needed no encouragement as her desire returned. She rode me hard, pushing my desire to new heights.
Lidra wanted Alandra dead. More so, she wanted the young princess to suffer. Odd, as most Aellei loved trickery as much as they clung to each other, loyal to themselves and no one else. I couldn’t tell if I’d made her that way or if she’d always been so cold and uncaring.
Pleased either way, we spent the next few hours fucking, until the poor thing could barely function. The beauty of her pain and pleasure was too tempting to ignore.
As I watched her magic dim under my Dark presence, I wondered, not for the first time, how Alandra would taste when I finally brought her to heel.
Chapter 14
Alandra
I snuggled closer into warmth, seeking solace. In dreams, I watched my aunt being mauled by a Dark Lord, a being very like Sin Garu. He was someone I’d never seen before.
Queen Lidra had a reputation as a woman who liked her passion rough. But she’d never catered to blood drinkers. And something about the Dark Lord with her had seemed familiar.
A hand stroked my belly, and I lost hold of the dream in favor of a sexy Light Bringer.
“Alandra, love. Wake with me.”
We lay on our sides, and Aerolus caressed me from my stomach to my breasts and over my shoulder. My bare shoulder.
I opened my eyes, confused that no clothing lay between us.
“Are you feeling better?” He stroked my arms with a touch so light I wondered if I’d imagined it.
My answer came out in a whisper, my throat dry, my body locked tight. “Yes.”
He rubbed my muscles with care, his touch like magic, a seduction by the very fact it asked so little yet demanded everything, and gently pushed me onto my back.
“Where did your wings go?”
“They’re always with me, inside me.” I stared at his silver eyes, taken with the sweetness behind the somber expression he usually wore. He outwardly showed a calm assurance, but I’d seen him laugh and smile with his brothers, be aggressive in defending those he loved.
