I rolled up to my knees and turned around so I could drop her down into the oil puddled around me. Gripping her throat with one hand, her ankle in another, I dragged her across the bedding, rubbing my oil onto her back. She wrapped her hands around my wrist, not to free herself, but to hold on as her body flailed and thrashed with release.
Panting, she finally managed to focus on my face. I watched her eyes widen, her pupils as dark as Yggdrasil’s wellspring. In her bond, I saw what I looked like to her. My wings loosenedslightly, arched over my back and shoulders. Thick nose, heavy brow, large, tilted eyes, tall, pointed ears, saw-blade obsidian shards for teeth. Hulking shoulders with thick, long arms. Tail curled over my back like a scorpion, barbed and deadly.
Head to talon, black as the endless night.
“My Darkest.” She licked her lips again, trying to lift her head even though I pinned her to the bed. “I want you inside me.”
My fingers spasmed, my talons pricking her skin. Her blood spiced the air, power thickening around her. I bristled, everywhere. My spine. Tail. Cock.
Bred for war. A killing nightmare.
And she still wantedme.
8
HELAYNA
Still gripping me by my throat, Dörr picked me up, bringing me close so he could drag me back and forth against his broad chest. Glistening alfar oil sank into my skin, stirring the hunger even more. I gnashed my teeth, jerking against his grip, trying to get my mouth on him. But as soon as he felt my breath on his skin, he moved me backward. Teasing us both.
Simmering need built inside me. A volcano of pressure, preparing to erupt. My fangs ached with unrelenting hunger. I needed to bite. Needed to feel his flesh in my mouth. I struggled harder, flailing in his grip, digging my nails into his forearm, even though I knew I couldn’t get through his thick alfar hide.
Or maybe I could. More essence dripped from his arm, splattering my breasts. Sending me into a frenzy. I tore at his fingers, loosening his grip enough to slip free. Immediately, I lunged for his throat. His shoulder. Chest. Biting him over and over. Wishing I could unhinge my jaws and take his whole shoulder in my mouth.
Seizing my hips in a brutal grip, he slammed up into me on a hard, heavy thrust. My breath rushed out on a groan. His fingerssqueezed harder, his body straining against me, pushing so hard and deep I saw stars.
Then he released the spikes.
I shrieked. So loudly I felt a moment of hesitation in our bond. His instantaneous concern.
Until he realized I was climaxing.
So much texture, slipping and rubbing inside me with every breath. Every grunt and groan. Knobs and sharp pricks, barbs hooking into my tender flesh. Swelling bigger, harder, until I couldn’t possibly take any more. I tried to hold on for dear life, but my hands kept slipping in the oil. I finally grabbed the base of his wings in each hand.
Leather snapped, his wings spread to their full span. Filling the room, rustling against the walls and ceiling. His breathing roughened, his chest shuddering against me. So I rubbed the flesh around the base of his wings, running my fingers up and down the shafts sprouting from his shoulders. Squeezing and teasing like I’d do his cock or balls if he wasn’t already inside me.
He sank his teeth into my shoulder, making my entire body twitch. Not just two fangs but what felt like thousands of shark-like teeth. My blood filled his mouth, and he spasmed, his fingers convulsively squeezing my hips. Pinning me while all those barbs and knobs grated inside me.
A low rumble rattled the glass in the windows. His wings arched even higher, battering against the ceiling. I locked my mouth on one of my bites and drank. Sucking down his essence as fast as I could swallow. Pulling hard with my mouth and throat, creating a tidal wave of pure blackness flowing through me.
His climax spiced the flavor of his essence, pushing the taste from thick honey made from night-blooming flowers to darker molasses laced with bourbon, cinnamon, and cloves. Thick, delicious warmth, black as a starless, moonless night.His wings enfolded me, carrying me higher. Out over the dark seas, blending with the empty sky. Waves crashed and rumbled below. Above. As we tumbled into oblivion.
Struggling to breathe, I opened my eyes, but I still couldn’t see. He crushed me beneath him. Though that didn’t stop me from still drinking his essence. He flowed into me like a secret spring at the base of Yggdrasil. Unblocked. Infinite power.
Simply waiting for me to tap it.
SVAR
The scentsof blood and sex thickened the air. Pausing in the doorway to my queen’s bedchamber, I breathed deeply, relishing the scene—but also locking down the darker urges it stirred.
The two newer Aima Blood were still out cold, lying partially on top of each other. If the bear continued to snore as much as he talked, he’d find himself dropped into the ocean. The rest of what had originally seemed to be a massive bed was covered by Dörr. He sprawled like a fallen giant, his wings jammed up against the ceiling and window on one side of the room and the floor on the other. I couldn’t see anything of our queen except the tips of her toes peeking out near the edge of the bed.
Despite the carnal devastation tossed about the room, her hunger still burned in the bond. Quickening my steps to her side, I gathered up his wing, folding it aside so I could heave him over onto his side. His other wing still draped over the bed like a curtain, creating a dark, close space.
Our queen still fed, her pale body pressed to his chest. Though she watched me, her eyes glittering like blackened emeralds in the darkness.
“I’m here, my queen.” Inwardly, I winced. Of course she knew. She saw me. I had hoped?—
Her eyes closed slowly in a sleepy blink. Disappointment welled. Perhaps it was for the best. With Dörr out cold, I wasn’t sure Myrk would be able to control me.
