“You’re mine, summoner. I’ll treat you like the prince you are for eternity.” And I’ll do whatever it takes to ensure he’s mine until the end of days.
“I belong to you, only you,” he says around a yawn.
“Forever.” No matter what…
5
AMBROSE
Ifeel something slither over my skin and open my eyes, reluctantly leaving the blissful world between wakefulness and sleep. A dull twinge of pain flashes through my ass, making me smile as I remember what happened last night.
Ciarán fucked me into a deep, dreamless sleep. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. He made me feel so cherished. His dirty talk made me feel as if I were on fire… He said the filthiest things.
You’re such a greedy little whore. Just wait until my cock splits you open.
Replaying his words in my mind makes my morning wood twitch. I want to bend over and let him fuck me all day, ride him until I fall apart, pain be damned. Rolling over, I find Ciarán lying next to me. He’s still here.
His shadows roll over my arms and legs, wrapping me in a black cocoon of comfort and protection. His arm rests heavily over my side, and his hand grips my ass cheek hard enough to leave marks behind.
“Awake so soon?” he grumbles.
I look at the clock on my bedside table. It’s 4 in the morning, pitch black outside.
“I’m such a greedy little whore for you, I can’t resist you,” I say, using his own words.
He searches my face, as if he’s trying to find out my intentions. I have a wry sense of humor, and my words are often left open to interpretation because of it.
“I’m not mad about what you said… I liked it,” I confess. Because it’s true. Last night opened my eyes to what intimacy should be like. To what devotion feels like.
He takes my face in his hand, then licks into my mouth. He kisses me long and hard, and it seems as if the whole world is still. His kiss works through me, setting me ablaze with desire. He rolls over, pinning me beneath him.
He grinds into me, slotting our hard cocks together. “You really are an insatiable little slut, aren’t you?”
“Only for you,” I mewl as he reaches down and holds my cock in his hand. He teases me with firm, lazy strokes.
He strokes me faster, then shuffles down the bed, nuzzling into my groin before taking my whole cock in one gulp. He takes me deep down his throat, practically sucking my soul from my body. I thrust into his mouth, but he holds my hips down as a wet finger slips between my cheeks, rubbing over my hole.
“Oh fuck,” I moan. “Slip it in. Fuck me with your big, thick fingers.”
My ass swallows it up, and the little twinge of pain feels so fucking good. I love feeling thoroughly used.
As he slides it in and out of me, I smell a faint wisp of smoke. I turn my head to the fireplace and realize it’s not lit.
“Ciarán—” I say as he sits up and breathes in deeply. The smell intensifies, turning intense and acridly smoky. The room heats up, as if by magic…
“The house is on fire!” he growls, springing up from the bed. “This is magical—I can smell him.”
Ciarán’s shadows wrap around him like a robe and he picks me up, flinging me over his shoulder as if I were weightless. We run out of the back door and walk around to the front of the house.
“The entire entryway and part of the living room is on fire, and the flames are rapidly spreading to the back of your cottage,” he states.
He places me on the ground and scans the woods around my home. We both know Caulder is behind this; only magical fire can spread that fast. Ciarán stands as still as a statue as he stares into the distance. Caulder stands in a copse of trees, his magic crackling between his hands. He forms a ball of flames and launches it in our direction. Ciarán freezes it in its path, then morphs into his demon form—a truly terrifying visage for anyone unlucky enough to threaten me.
His pale skin glitters under the rising sun. The features of his face harden, his eyes turning a glowing white. His horns sprout through his dark hair, curling back from his head like a crown. The tail that brought me so much pleasure last night flicks to attention behind him, like a weapon he wields in battle. He launches the fireball back in Caulder’s direction, who barely dodges it in time.
“Your days are numbered, Caulder Scarborough,” Ciarán bellows in his preternatural tone. His voice is an ominous warning. “You’ll pay for your transgressions with blood and agony.”
Caulder’s eyes widen, and his eyebrows almost meet his hairline. The fear evident on his face is like a balm to my broken pride. The man who made my life a living hell—who scared me into fearing for my life—is now scared for his. Today will be the beginning of his suffering. Ciarán slowly stalks him, keeping myex in his line of sight in case he tries to attack again. Caulder turns and runs into the woods, like the fucking coward he is.
