Looking up at him, she found Azriel staring at the ceiling as though the rafters high above would provide him the strength to regain some control. It only made her want more. More of him. More of them together in any possible way.
“Ariadne,” he groaned. “I need to fuck you…hard.”
Oh, she could relinquish him for that. Her core throbbed at the thought of him inside her and she slowly pulled her lips from his cock, the head of him coming free with an audiblepop.
A sensual grin curled his mouth. “That’s it, my love. Now come up here.”
She did not move before he stooped down and pulled her back to her feet where he went to work stripping her of her clothes and panties. It happened so fast, his deft hands yanking her shirt off, then sliding her own trousers down her long legs and offalongside her boots. His hands trailed back up her thighs, and he dove his face between them, drawing his tongue between her wet folds with a hum of satisfaction.
“You always taste exquisite,” he murmured and slid two fingers into her. His grin widened as he looked up at her. “You are so ready for me.”
“Stop talking about it,” Ariadne breathed, “and fuck me.”
“As you wish, my love.”
With that, Azriel stood, ripping his own clothes from his body and walking her backwards until her back hit what she could only assume was a beam. The barn whined at the pressure on its support but did not give.
“Not a hazard?” she asked breathlessly as he kissed her neck.
Azriel grunted in response before burying his fangs into her and simultaneously hoisting her off her feet. As he pulled the blood from her veins, Ariadne shifted her hips so he could slam his cock into her. The sudden fullness had her crying out in pleasure, spurring him on to thrust hard—just as he had promised.
Bare back against the old wood beam, Ariadne arched toward him, grinding against his pelvis while he moved to gain more friction. She wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his waist in search of stability as he pumped his hips.
When Azriel pulled his fangs from her, he groaned loud and tilted his head back again, blood dripping from his long sharp teeth and dribbling over his chin. It was at once primal and erotic, his full consumption of her body and soul, and it only heightened her pleasure as she lined his jaw with kisses. She could live the rest of her life in those moments, filled by him and tumbling over the precipice of a climax.
Ariadne’s core gripped him, and she watched in a mixture of blissful shock as Azriel’s tan skin gave way to a flood of blue, hisdhemon form springing forth as he rode out her orgasm. Horns spiraled out from his head, and his body grew.
Allof him grew.
She already knew that, as a dhemon, Azriel was larger in every possible way. What she had not experienced was just how that felt. His shoulders broadened, muscles bulged, and his cock swelled to its typical dhemon size inside her, stretching her in the most delicious way as he continued to thrust hard.
In a matter of moments, Ariadne went from having sex with a vampire…to fucking a dhemon. And there was something about the transition from one to the other that had her only wanting more. When he opened his eyes, the solid black of them paired with his curling horns and midnight blue skin made Azriel look even more like the Dhemon King.
The Dhemon King crowned by the God of the Underworld himself.
Wrapping his arms around her, Azriel stepped back and sank to his knees so she rested on his lap. Ariadne did not hesitate. She unhooked her arms from around his neck and gripped the lower curl of his horns to steady herself as she rode him, impaling herself on his cock with every downward thrust.
Hands now free, Azriel pressed one to her lower back as she moved and used the other to knead her breast, pinching her nipple and rolling it between his fingers. The pleasure swept through Ariadne in waves again as he gripped her, strong hands digging into her curves with need.
“Fuck…yes…” he breathed before he kissed her. “You move like a goddess.”
Hips swaying with every bounce, Ariadne groaned against his lips. “Then worship me like one.”
Azriel smirked, meeting her movement with a surge of his hips. “Until the very end, my love.”
They moved like that together, breathing hard and punctuating their thrusts with moans and heated kisses. If anyone heard them, they said nothing, and Ariadne did not care. Azriel had ensured all ofAuhlacould hear her once and it seemed only right for them to know that their King and Queen were now fully and completely mates in every sense.
The thought, paired with Azriel’s cock, sent Ariadne right over the edge of a climax once more, this time taking him along with her. As her core pulse, he let out a final cry of pleasure and buried himself deep. Warmth flooded her core as he held her there and kissed her hard.
“I do not think it was your magic,” Ariadne said after a moment during which she took the opportunity to assess herself. There was a calm that settled about her that had most definitely not been there when they entered the barn earlier.
Azriel studied her, his eyes still black. “What do you think it was?”
She laughed airily. “I think I just experienced what you always have with me: a need to claim you for myself.”
A beat of silence, then Azriel grinned. “It’s about time you understand just how much self-control I really have when I’m around you.”
Another laugh, then she stood slowly from his lap, relishing the warmth that dripped from her. “I do not think I enjoy practicing control when it feels like that.”
