In response, she buries her hands in the hair at my scalp, tangling the long strands between her fingers, and wrenching my head backwards. She hovers her mouth over mine, and it’s torture not to be able to kiss her. Her breath is smoke, and it streams over our faces. I bunch the top of her shorts in my fists.
“I could blast fire onto your face, Xander,” she snarls softly.
“And I would love every fucking second of it.” Fabric screams as I tear her shorts in two, and she scrambles out of them and undoes the zip of my trousers. She tugs them off in commanding, hurried movements, her naked body, blazing with heat, touched by moonlight and waiting for my tongue.
There is no underwear gracing her body, nothing between us as she settles onto me and shoves her tongue into my mouth, biting and sucking like she wants to tunnel into me. She tugs on my hair, and I find her clit with soft fingers, already wet for me. She makes a sound of discontent and grabs my hand, pressing me harder into her, showing me how she wants me to be. How she needs me to devour her.
It’s all the permission I need to grab her around the waist and wrench us to standing, before tossing her onto the bed. She bounces on the mattress, her face terrifying and beautiful. But Ilunge for her, commanding her wrists and holding them above her head, angling my cock against her entrance.
“Fucker,” she spits.
I lick up the centre of her breasts, stroking up her neck until I get to her ear. She struggles against me. “Remember your safe word, regina?” I rumble.
“Fairy bread,” she pants. I would do anything to shove my cock in her aggressively like she wants, but we’ve only fucked twice so far and my cock is still the biggest in the continent. So instead, I rub myself against her vulva, coating it in her slick. “Just put it in, you asshole.”
The light from my eyes illuminates her face as I gaze upon her, angling my hips down again. “Impatient regina.” My voice is rough from the exertion of holding myself back. She arches her spine as I tease her entrance, trying to get me inside by locking her ankles around my hips.
I release her wrists so I can graze my palm down her breast and toy with one dark, perfect nipple. She wants more stimulation, needs more of me, and I can’t help but need more of her. My cock twitches as I urge it inside of her, feeling her tense and flex around me. I don’t have the cock ring with her name on it right now, but it’s her moan that makes my balls grow heavy with need. “Gods, you are perfect,” I groan against her neck.
“Gods, you’re a jerk,” she pants, squirming as I fill her completely. “Fuck, Xander.”
Her insides are flooding, dripping hot onto my cock and driving me to insanity. It takes everything I have, but I wrench my cock out. “On your fucking knees.”
She makes a strangled sound out of outrage as I rear back, and it’s not quick enough, so I grab her good leg and flip her over. She scrambles onto her knees, throwing her long hair over one shoulder as she tries to strike me again, but I grab her hips and wrench her against my cock. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, Igive her what she wants and shove my cock into her, faster this time.
She screams in satisfaction, fisting the sheets of the bed. I tug her head back and thrust into her, hard, one hand cupping her neck to open her mouth into mine. I fuck Aurelia as she kisses me, her tongue furious and demanding. And when she breaks for air, I fuck her harder, sending my power into her, sending her strength for what she needs to do. She takes all of me, screaming into the ceiling, her eyes clenched shut, sweat glistening on her skin.
My regina only gets wetter, tensing around me like she needs even more. I let go of her hair and reach for her dripping pussy, coating my thumb until it’s soaking. I rear back just enough to position my thumb at her sweet asshole, teasing the entrance with each thrust. Aurelia lets out a strangled, “More,” and I am but a servant, so I give it to her, burying my thumb into her heat, working that tight circle of muscle.
She comes with a shaking vibration, her body twitching around my cock so hard that I come instantly. My cum roars towards her cervix, and I have to remove my thumb, gripping her stuttering hips as I slam my release into my regina. Her power reaches out towards mine, a golden band that twines around my own darker storm. Light and dark, they dance and spin, and I crack my first grin in what feels like years as Aurelia’s power caresses my own. I send all of me into her, filling her reserve, and she sucks it all in, accepting it hungrily.
When she is sated, Aurelia collapses onto the bed, and I follow her, keeping myself inside her as long as possible. I don’t want this to end. I don’t want to leave her here all alone. My heart breaks at the thought of it. I need to clean her. To feed her. To hold her safe in our bed and hear everything she did today in minute detail. To rub balm onto her sore leg and send myhealing into it. Her hair is a tangled mess, and there is no one to brush it.
“Go,” she whispers into the fingers she has pressed against her lips. “Go and tell them I love them. Tell them I’ll tear the world apart for them.”
It takes every ounce of my dark will to take my cock out of my regina and leave her in the pack bed. In this moment, I hate the world. I hate what I am even more than I did before. I was a broken, cursed beast before today. But now, I feel like a whole other part of me has died.
Chapter 13
Ghoul
This is perhaps one of the few reasons Lady Katerina Crocodylus would exit her compound and leave her most prized collections behind. She does bring Xander with her, still untrusting of the silent dragon, and when she enters Naga House, he stalks in front of her, before slipping off to the side like a bodyguard.
I make a show of craning my neck to make sure his headphones are in place. Those glowing eyes don’t show what direction he’s looking in, but I know he’d be sneering if he had the choice. “The silver collar almost matches his eyes,” I say in greeting.
“General,” The Collector coos, in leather pants and a black halter neck tonight. She reminds me of Catwoman with her red lipstick.
I never liked Catwoman.
“All you need are little black ears,” I say, putting my gloved index fingers beside my head, pointing upwards. “Then you’re ready to burgle yet another regina’s pack from her.”
Her dark eyes simmer as she regards me. “Jealous, love? I wish Mace would let me have your basilisk ass. You would look so lovely on a chain.”
I bare my drawn fangs in a smile. “As much as I enjoy chains, my lady, I tend to kill my lovers. So…perhaps it would be a good pairing after all.”
Her lids lower, unimpressed, but she doesn’t get a chance to reply as Charlotte Naga, escorted by Generals Adder, Brown and Taipan, bustles from the dining room. “You’re here. Lovely. Come through, Lady Crocodylus.”
Titus already sits in the dining room, with a bourbon and empty plate beside him. He was in a right state when he turned up, near hysterical, and now he glowers at us as we join him at the table. Mace stands on the far side, near two wingback armchairs. In them are the wolf and avian queens, their wrists bound in tourmaline shackles.
