I’m the Lord of the Ninth, but right now, I’m nothing but pure appetite. I always seem to instantly crave her again.Onlyher. I’m going to devour every inch of Piper Athalar until the sun rips its wayacross the sky.
The moment we’re through the massive obsidian doors of the throne room, the restraint I’d maintained in the Pit snaps. I’ve waited too long. I don’t even bother to set her down. We barely make it through the throne room, and I’m shoving her against the nearest wall, crushing her dress between us.
“You think you know chaos, Lady?” My voice is a low growl, the sound of a beast finally closing its jaws. I’m ripping at the fabric, tearing the useless lace of her sleeve, desperate to see skin, to see the marks I’m about to leave. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
She isn't meek. No, she never is. Her legs wrap tight around my waist, urging me closer, her mouth locking onto mine in a savage, breath-stealing kiss. She’s already wet, the scent of her arousal—musk, sweetness, and the lingering filth of the Velvet Pit—driving me insane.
I slam my cock into her pussy against the cold stone of the wall, letting her feel the full weight ofmy need. She shrieks, muffled against my shoulder, a sound of pure, helpless pleasure that I'm meant to possess.
The marble of the long audience table is next, its surface cool and slick beneath her heated skin. I’ve got her bent over the edge, her ass lifted high, as I’m driving into her pussy from behind. I grip her hips like handles, the heavy, rhythmic force of my body meeting the frantic, shaking tremors of hers. I’m whispering obscenities into her ear, telling her exactly how deep I’m going, how much I’m enjoying watching her ass quiver.
Gods, she’s breathtaking.
Then the plush, heavy carpet near the fire pit. I place her on her back, my tongue trailing licks of fire down her body, over the sharp jut of her hips, across the plane of her belly. I lower myself, making a slow, decadent meal of her. Savoring the salty, sweet flavor of her cunt until she’s weeping my name.
“Look at this,” I demand, lifting her hips so I’ve got the perfect view. “It’sallmine.”
I lower her gently, and she slides down, reversing us expertly until we’re in sixty-nine, her perfect ass sitting directly on my face. She’s relentless, focused, using her hands to grip me, her mouth working me with skilled, intoxicating suction. I’m lost entirely in the sensation, groaning, my own hands braced on the back of her thighs as I return the favor. Licking, sucking, and teasing the velvety heat of her pussy.
When she’s close to the edge again, I pull her up, lifting her high onto the actual throne—mythrone—the velvet dark against her pale skin. I’m kneeling behind her, plunging my cock into her cunt in a deep, agonizing slow motion that has her arching her breasts against the chair.
“I’m gonna show you where true power lies, Piper,” I pant, leaning down to nip her shoulder.
As I ride her, pounding into her deeply on the hard stone and velvet of the throne, my hands findher waist. My lips ghost across the delicate skin behind her ear before my tongue slides lower, down her body. I exit the sweet heat of pussy, sliding lower until finding the tight, sensitive ring of her asshole. I lick the entrance in a slow, hot, possessive caress. She cries out, a raw, shocked sound that spurs me on.
I slide back up, thrusting into her quickly, using my thumb to rub the sensitive ring of her ass. While I’m driving my cock into her pussy, my fingers sink to the hidden crevice. One finger, then two, pushing gently, steadily, into her asshole. Spreading her, and preparing her for the next wave of pleasure. The dual invasion—my cock dominating her cunt, my fingers ravishing her ass—has her seizing, completely undone.
Finally, I’m collapsing onto the steps of the throne, pulling her down with me, slick skin against skin, our hearts hammering in unison. She is boneless beneath me, utterly annihilated.
“I’msoglad I’ve got that Witch’s Brew,” she says, her voice a rough whisper against my collarbone. She’s running a tired, satisfied hand over my chest. “I’d be pregnant on every surface of this room right now.”
I laugh, the sound dark and low. I roll us onto our sides, tucking her head under my chin. “We’re more than ready for kids, little witch. Look at our perfect son, Newt. We just aren't ready for a second one yet.”
“You’re incorrigible, Slade,” she murmurs, tracing the line of my jaw with a thumb.
“I’m only getting started,” I promise, my gaze locking on hers. That familiar, dark hunger already coiling in my gut. I’m shifting my weight, reaching between her legs, finding she isn’t quite as spent as she thinks. “Come here,wife. I’m going to fuck you senseless all over again.”
She blushes prettily from head to toe, “I’m not your wife, yet, Slade Athalar.”
“Not yet,” I agree. “But you will be.”
I pull her onto my lap, my length already hard and ready for her. She straddles me, facing away, settling the weight of her ass onto my cock. The friction is immediate, sharp, and brutal.
“Ride me, little savage,” I demand, my hands shooting out to grip her throat, exerting just enough pressure to make her gasp and arch her back onto my chest. I’m watching her reflection in the dark mirror above the fireplace—her eyes wide, the pleasure and fear a perfect, combustible mix. She’s bouncing hard on me, controlling the pace, grinding my balls with her ass.
My other hand finds her breasts, the dark nipples taut and begging for abuse. I’m pinching them, twisting the sensitive peaks between my thumb and forefinger, eliciting another sharp, choked cry from her. I drive my hips up, meeting her brutal descent, slamming deep into her throbbing pussy.
“You’reinsatiable,” she whispers, twisting her head to look back at me, the words breathless.
“It’s the bond, Piper,” I rasp, my breath hot on her neck. I’m tightening my grip on her throat, my control absolute. “It's solidifying, and doesn’t want us apart. And I’m going to teach you to crave every moment of it.”
I roll her onto her back on the cold marble floor, gripping her calves and lifting them over my shoulders. This position is brutal, exposing her completely, allowing me to bury myself up to the hilt with every stroke. I’m relentless now, letting go of any semblance of control, letting the raw energy of the Ninth consume me.
“Say it!” I growl. I slam into her, faster, harder, until the air is punched from her lungs. “Scream it! Tell me who owns this sweet pussy!”
“Slade! Oh, God—Slade!”
The sound is deafening, a raw, ragged shriek of release that cracks the air. I bury myself deep one last time as she goes rigid beneath me, her ass lifted, her calves convulsing violently around my neck. Her internal muscles clench around me, andI’m roaring too, collapsing beside her, feeling the dark, beautiful completion settle over us like dust.
