“I’m starving,” he growled through a terrifying smile that was all serrated teeth coated in glistening saliva. His tongue roved over my flesh, running over his mark, sliding through my folds of flesh, flicking my clit piercing. “Deny me your pain and your blood. Fine. But you’re still going to get fucking eaten.”
He dove for my pussy, but I swung an arm down and took a handful of his hair, stopping him. He let out a low growl, his rush of breath tickling my bare heat. “Vin. I’m still so fucking mad at you….”
His eyes glinted. “Not mad enough to turn down my proposal.”
“You’re not giving me any other options.”
“You’re the direct decadent of the most powerful entity to exist. Your magic is dark and dreadful and can destroy entire fucking worlds. You could use it to bend my will to your whim if you wanted. It would be bloody and brutal, but when has that ever stopped you?”
“I don’t give a shit about tearing apart my enemies. But you’re my mate. You’re not supposed to force me to use my powers on you.”
“You’re a vampire royal. A Knight. Since when do Knights shy away from a little bloodshed?”
“Since when?” I choked. “Since I made you my mate. Since I decided I wasn’t going to be anything like my father. And since I realized I love you, you stupid male.”
He smiled, almost in relief. As if he’d been waiting for me to say the words. “That’s right. So let me love you back.”
A swallow burned in the back of my throat. I bit my lip and slowly let my fingers slip from his hair. The second I let go, he dove between my legs and covered my entrance with his mouth.
Nothing could have prepared me for the blinding pleasure of his fae tongue, delving deep inside my wall. He wasn’t gentle. He was never gentle. “Oh, oh God!”
This form’s tongue was thick and filled me with a weight I wasn’t prepared for. But it had more dexterity than a cock. He licked and lapped every inch of me, leaving nothing inside me untouched. Meanwhile, his hands traveled up the flat of my belly to knead my breasts, tweaking my nipples and plucking at my piercings. When he twerked them a little too hard, I yelped—more in surprise than pain.
He moved so fast that one minute he was tongue fucking me, and the next, he was looming over me with his hands clamped over my mouth to strangle the noise. “What did I say about keeping quiet? Or maybe you want to lure out all the creatures that hunt through these parts so they can see the apex predator tear you the fuck apart.”
He grinned. “Hmm. That’s right. My queen loves being watched. In Boston, your scent turned so sweet … I’ll never forget the way your pussy clenched around me, holding onto me so tightly when you knew four hundred sets of eyes were watching you get fucked by a monster.”
My eyes drifted shut when I felt his fingers replace the gap his tongue left, curling inside me.
He wasn’t gentle. He was never gentle. Each time he thrust into me, the tree’s bark bit into my ass, and a delicious fire shot through my spine.
My head felt so heavy from the haze of lust descending over me like an impenetrable fog. My eyelids drooped, and a moan bled from me, muffled by his hand. Even in my monster form, the male’s talons were so huge they engulfed my entire face. One squeeze, and he’d crush me. Somehow, I still felt safe in his arms. Protected. Treasured.
Still, I couldn’t shake the foreboding sensation creeping over me. A heartbeat later, my eyes snapped open when I realized I felt like we were being watched.
I warbled a cry of surprise into his palm when I stared into the dark of the jungle to find it staring back. A dozen yellow eyes glinted from the branches of the tree beside ours.
Feeling me tense, my mate stilled as he followed the direction of my gaze but resumed his menstruations on the next beat. “Now look what you did. I told you your slutty sounds would lure an audience. It’s just six of them. You’re lucky that’s all there is. If there were more, they might get it into their heads to take you from me. You’re so fertile, and wood elves love fucking almost as much as dark fae.”
They were wood elves? Holy shit. Those were the creatures Vin had told me about before, the ones that were the reason for the bone cages.
Catching the curiosity burning in my eyes, Vin laughed, the sound so low and guttural the branches above us shook, and our audience seemed to shift in discomfort. It was almost as if the entire jungle could sense the volatile magnetism pulling Vin and me together and how everything around us was caught in the blast zone.
Vin uncovered my mouth and slid his hand up to cradle the back of my neck. He pinned me with the most intense look as he filled me with a second finger and then a third. I thought I was going to split in half. I rumbled a purr, and he returned the sound, his wings stretching out and flexing around the branch that held us, cradling me close to his body while shielding me from the elves that watched.
I came violently, his name swollen and thick on my tongue. “Vin… Bloody hell.”
“It’sVárrock,” he muttered, the word strange and foreign. I blinked, recognizing it as fae tongue and nothing more. Catching my confusion, his face split with the warmest smile I’d seen his monster wear. “My name.”
“What do you mean ‘your name?’ Your name is Vincent.”
“That’s the name I gave myself when I came to the human realm and became a professional fighter to destroy every facet of Deathwish’s life. He didn’t know what I was at first. Having a human alias helped that. After that, it stuck.”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Because my people believe there is power in a name. We’re weary of mages, especially holding our names, almost as much as demons.”
“Why are you telling me this now?”
