But everything he did was in direct opposition of what he said, because he kissed me deeper, harder, longer. Clawed fingers slipped under the skirt of my dress. Everywhere they touched, fire burned a path and nerves came to life. My heart thundered and heat pooled in my core as I drowned in the delicious scent of oranges.
Always oranges.
His thumbs dipped into the apex of my thighs, so close to where I needed him. But then they were gone and I nearly moaned in frustration, clamping my thighs down harder on the sides of his strong, sinewy waist. Rocking back and forth. Onyx’s breathing hitched and his body tensed, shuddering. It wasn’t long before he was moving with me in a desperate dance for more.
It'd be a lie to say I wasn’t interested in what brought on his sudden desire to teach me how to take down a dragon, but not enough to risk this moment between us. His kiss was everything. His hands on me were the heat in a frigid winter. I wanted this demon more than I’d ever wanted anyone or anything in my entire goddamn life, and I was willing to do whatever I could to keep him touching and kissing me.
Dragging my tongue across his bottom lip, I hummed my appreciation, acting more beast than the dragon pinning me to a tree was. Onyx growled, still fighting himself, so I gripped him harder, tugged his body closer, and moaned a little louder.
His fangs descended and his pupil-blown irises dropped to where his waist was locked between my thighs. Then he was looking at me again, hesitating, conflicted, searching for something in my eyes that’d give him the permission he needed.
Onyx might be the terrifying leader of the Sky Demons and a monster who dominated the skies, but with me he was softand careful. He touched me like I mattered, like I was precious. No one had ever treated me the way he was now, and I wasn’t sure how to react. How to prove I was desperate for him and that whatever he wanted was his to take. Words escaped me the second this powerful demon king capable of taking whatever he wanted sought my permission.
My core pulsed, slick coating my lace underwear.
If he didn’t fuck me tonight, I’d lose it and roar my fury like his dragon had in the sky. Blame it on heartbreak, but I needed him more than words could adequately express.
Sinking my fingers into his hair, I rolled my lace-covered pussy against the thick, fabric-covered cock pressed between us. I took a chance. I fell back into the safety of our banter.
“That wasn’t a kiss, my Liege. That was payment. No, a promise to cooperate. Because this is an interrogation.” I didn’t sound anything like myself. My voice was dripping with honey, and while I’d always been good with words, I’d never been this good. “Just an exchange of information between a demon king and his would-be assassin. Maybe I would’ve talked sooner if you’d kissed me like that from the start.”
A tortured groan left his throat, but then one side of his mouth hitched up in challenge. “Oh? Is that all it takes, little beast? I doubt that. You strike me as someone much tougher to persuade.”
I licked him from the hollow of his neck to the shell of his pointed ear, celebrating the way every muscle in his torso clenched against me in reaction. “You’re right, my Liege.” His nostrils flared and his grip tightened. “Takes a nice big cock to get what you want from me.”
“Oh, bloody hell.” His hips punched forward, his hard length driving straight into my taut stomach. I smirked in triumph. Maybe my lessons weren’t for nothing. “Where have you been hiding that filthy mouth, little beast? It’s—”
“Been a little occupied with yours,” I teased, giggling when a suffering moan escaped him. I never thought someone like Onyx might enjoy dirty talk. It made me want to tease him more and see how far I could take it. “But this mouth of mine has better uses. Ask nicely, and I might just demonstrate.”
Black scales that briefly glimmered blue appeared along the column of his neck, flickering briefly before they were gone. “I knew you were trouble, little beast,” he murmured almost petulantly.
Mr. Snarls was back.
Riding a wave of courage, I stroked the massive erection between us. Wait. Was it this large last time? My mouth went dry when my fingers traced surprising ridges and measured the impossible girth with a few strokes. The fabric of his pants was surprisingly thin.
Okay, hindsight was a real bitch. I’d gotten cocky before feeling the…cocky, and now I was in trouble. How was I supposed to fit this in my pussy, let alone my mouth? I might not have a gag reflex, but my mouth was only so big. Hopefully Onyx hadn’t noticed how wide my eyes had gotten when I realized that the promise I’d made to him I’d have trouble keeping.
“Fuck me,” he growled before I was cradled in his arms, the world a blur around me. I couldn’t move with the force of the wind hitting us. “I’m going tofeaston that cunt, little beast. Then I’m going to put my cock in you on an actual bloody bed, not in a forest where anyone could catch a glimpse of what’s mine.”
A thrill surged through me and I sucked in a surprised breath, my side and head pinned to his chest thanks to the speed of his run. “Who has the filthy mouth now?”
His amusement-rich laughter was so special. I got the impression he didn’t do it often. It made my stomach all flutteryand twisted knowing I’d heard it several times now, that I’d been the one to make this snarly leader of dragons laugh.
“That a challenge, little beast?” His dragon eyes gleamed as they dropped to mine. “Be careful what you wish for.”
Chapter 15
Bloody fucking hell, my little beast was going to drive me mad with lust. It took minutes to get to the cabin, but it might’ve as well been hours for how painful it was to stop myself from devouring the treat in my arms. And those sassy taunts? Those cheeky remarks? They’d all but dissolved the control I’d held onto by the skin of my teeth.
I was going to fuck her. I just had to figure out how to do that without putting my mark on her. Without claiming what was always meant to be mine. I needed her towantmy mark. Iwouldn’t force it. I wouldn’t make another decision for her, not when so many choices had been.
I needed my little Moon Beast to choose me.
The door flew open, my control fading fast. Maze was already crawling over me, using powerful muscles to get herself into position. Her mouth met mine—hot, wanting, unafraid. If anything, I sensed her growing frustration with how little I’d done in the forest. She wanted more. The incredible plume of her arousal saturated the air with oranges and heady floral notes, all her and all-consuming.
Her fingers sank into my hair before they traced my horns and the sharp points of my ears. Her tongue cleverly evaded my fangs, but when it didn’t, it was purposeful, curious, sensual. It traced them before retreating, dragging a groan from me in protest. My own tongue gave chase, but Maze pulled away with another look only she could make.
All bloody cheek.
