This time Malice tucks his knuckles under her chin and makes her look up at him. The club strobes behind him, but Aerin’s sole focus is on the Dragon-Fae in front of her.
“Aerin,” he says her name sternly. She isn’t sure he’s ever spoken her name to her before. Certainly not like that. Not in a way that sends shivers down her spine. The blood-bond in her ribs hums in delight.
“Yes?” she breathes.
“Sometimes, you command me, and I listen. Right now, I am going to command you. Are you going to listen?” His tone is dark, his voice swallowing every thought in her head. Aerinnods, hardly able to form words with the way her body is tingling, her brain muddy with desire.
Leaning into the side opposite of Emrys, who is still holding her tightly, Malice murmurs, “Good girl,” into the shell of her ear. Aerin shivers in delight.
Yes. Yes. Yes.Thisis what she wants.
Malice straightens again, tucking his wings in tightly.
“I think it’s about time we get out of here, what do you say?” Aerin opens her mouth to respond but she realizes Malice isn’t talking to her.
“Best idea you’ve had all night,” Emrys agrees.
41
MALICE
Following the Wolf and his Princess up the stairs of the Royal Village, Malice is practically buzzing. His cock is still rock-hard and straining against his zipper. He fruitlessly attempts to adjust it again, earning a slight laugh from the Wolf. The walk back feels like miles, but Aerin’s continuous smirks over her shoulder and skip in her step coaxes the fire inside of him.
“Shut up,” Malice grumbles.
This only makes Emrys laugh harder, perhaps the drinks going to his head. Though Malice kept a close eye on him and knows Emrys isn’t intoxicated. They both knew what was bound to happen tonight. They both, on some level, knew it was only a matter of time before Aerin came out and asked them for what she wants. With the lethal combination of a long day, Pixie Dust, and alcohol, Malice is surprised she made it as long as she did.
But Gods, the way she submitted to him was perfect. He couldn’t have dreamed up the look on her face. Now he’ll never scrub it from his mind, along with whatever else this night has in store. He’s well past his breaking point, there is no use in going back now. Reikan hums in agreement.
Aerin’s submission is not a surprise to Malice; he has known all along that she would submit to him eventually. It isn’t even Emrys’s submission that surprises him; the Wolf is like an unmoored buoy, desperate for a tether. But rather, it’s Malice’s own excitement at the prospect ofbothof them that surprises him.
Malice is no stranger to sharing, at a minimum with Reikan, but something about being part Dragon always drives him to hoard his prizes. Yet, he is less repulsed with the idea of sharing Aerinwith Emrysthan some random Shifter, or Gods forbid that irritatingly smug Fae Prince.
Malice feels that he knows Emrys now. Trusts him, to some extent. At least trusts that he will never harm Aerin. And with the Wolf’s submission, Malice can keep control of the situation.
When they stumble into their room, Aerin is already kissing Emrys, his long arms wrapped around her. In here, Malice lets the dark part of him, the dark part of the bond, out. That thing that has been dying to get its hands on Aerin since the moment he saw her, glowing like the sun in Tower 77 all those months ago.
Wrapping his fist in Aerin’s long hair Malice yanks her out of the kiss. Her back crashes into his chest. Aerin’s neck cranes but shegrinsat Malice. Like a kid in a candy shop. Or a girl who knows she is about to be fucked within an inch of her life, just like she wants.
“Don’t worry, Princess, I know what you like,” Malice says, tightening his grip and pulling her neck slightly more taunt. “Now, are you going to be a good girl and obey me?”
“Yes, Mal,” Aerin says confidently. He turns her head so she’s forced to look at Emrys.
“And are you going to be a good girl and obey Emrys as well?” he asks. Malice doesn’t miss the way Aerin rubs her thighstogether for friction, doesn’t miss the way the room is already filling with the smell of her arousal.
“Yes Mal,” Aerin answers again.
“And if it becomes too much, you’re going to say ‘red,’ do you understand?” Malice asks lowly.
“It won’t be too much,” Aerin affirms. Malice yanks her head back again, his other hand going to her neck, secure under her jaw. Aerin squirms with a wicked grin on her face.
“That is not what I asked, is it?”
“No,” she gets out breathlessly.
“If it becomes too much, what are you going to say, Aerin?” Malice asks again.
“Red,” she answers. Malice lets go of her neck and releases her hair just a fraction. He lets her look at Emrys again.
