The stretch was deliciously painful, the pleasure overwhelming, the slight pinch as he sank into me. More than that, it gave me that feeling of belonging that I’d lost. I’d hadn’t had a home in years, but here, with Azurill inside me, I finally felt like I found a home again.
As he pulled his hips back, he pulled away to look down at me, our eyes meeting as he thrust back in. My lips parted on a gasp, and his eyes refused to leave mine as his hand slid up my body to grasp my breast, flicking my nipple before finally sacrificing eye contact to suck it into his mouth. My back bowed off the bed as I chased his lips, his teeth biting lightly around it as the feeling went straight to my clit.
His hands slid up my arms to hold my wrists above my head, his hips speeding up as he thrust into me with increasing speed, hitting harder and deeper, making me all but sing for him as my moans pitched higher with each thrust. I ached to wrap my arms around him but settled for my legs, crossing them behind his ass as I used the leverage to meet his thrusts. The sound was obscene with how wet I was for him, but the slap of skin on skin echoed through the room regardless.
When he finally released my breasts, he looked down at me with eyes shifting from varying shades of teal to silver and back again, the magic inside him was charged, and I swore I could feel it sparking between us. I arched my neck up to attack his lips, pulling him back to me the best way I knew how.
“Azurill…” I panted into his mouth.
“Linnea,” he growled back, making me shiver against him.
I strained against his hold on my wrists until he smirked, finally releasing them before I used my new freedom to force him over, rolling us so I was on top. He groaned as he slid even deeper inside me, and I matched him with a scream of pleasure as I bottomed out on his cock. I quickly began to move, riding him hard as his hands found my bouncing breasts before falling to my hips and helping me. His hips thrust up every time I moved down, and I could feel my walls quaking around him as he spun me up further and further.
He leaned up and caught my mouth, releasing one of my hips so his fingers could find my clit, circling it and making me moan loudly even as our tongues dueled. My body trembled as the pleasure overtook me, and I couldn’t do anything as Azurill pushed me backward, caging me in as my back hit the end of the bed. He grabbed my thighs and wrenched my legs apart as he pounded in with single-minded determination, so I reached down to rub my clit myself, making him groan, his eyes glued to the sight.
I could feel my orgasm rapidly descending, the tide inside me rising like a wave as I screamed out his name, a rush of arousal coating his cock as it crashed over me. His hips stuttered as he watched me cum, biting his lip as he watched the show. My back arched with pleasure as I rode it out, my nails digging into his thighs, the only part of him I could reach to ground myself. As my orgasm began to ebb, Azurill flipped me over and had me grab onto the headboard before he began to thrust into me hard and fast. My sensitive walls fluttered around his cock and his hands gripped my hips in just the right spot, making my eyes widen when I realized that I was going to cum again.
“Fuck,” I yelped, “Azurill!”
As the second wave overtook me, Azurill’s hips sped up slightly before he thrust once, twice, and came with a shout of my name, filling me completely as he fell on top of me. Letting go of the headboard, we both crashed down onto the pillows. Sticky and sweaty, but wholly satisfied.
Chapter forty-eight
Linnea
As the time ticked ever closer to midnight, we were forced to get out of bed, bathe, and redress. We knew the scent of sex wouldn’t help sell our lie, but there was also no way Azurill was about to let me bathe alone. He certainly attempted it, of course, but he was quickly drawn into the water with me.
I limited us to one round there, knowing he would go all night if I let him.
“Once we’re done with Carnelian, we can spend as much time in bed as you want, Az, I promise.” I rolled my eyes at him, but he pulled me back into his chest, wrapping his arms around me from behind as his chin rested on my shoulder.
“I don’t care if we just sleep, I just don’t want to let you out of arms,” he murmured in my ear, making me practically melt back against him. I wrapped my arms around his, closing my eyes for a moment as we swayed back and forth, enjoying a moment where we could just be. I hoped that once Carnelian was gone, this could be how it always was.
A knock at the door had us both sighing and pulling apart. He dropped a quick kiss on my head before we walked out into the main living area, opening the door to let Balthazar, Alwyn, and Ruri in. I wrapped my arms around myself, the nerves hitting me suddenly as I realized this was it; it was finally time to carry out the vengeance my family was due.
I had always thought that when the time came, I would avenge them with bloody glee, but now, I had something to lose.
“Don’t worry, my Queen,” Alwyn smiled charmingly with a bow, “We’ll make sure this all goes swimmingly.”
“She’s not queen yet, Wyn, it’s not proper to call her such until she’s taken the vows,” Ruri grumbled slightly, but there was a teasing note to his voice that warred with it.
“She’s queen in all but name, now shut up so we can go over the plan, little brother.” Azurill chastised him, making Ruri roll his eyes, but he sighed and nodded in defeat.
“Carnelian will be here at midnight,” Balthazar began as we all sat down. “So we’ll be waiting in Azurill’s bedroom for you to lead him in there. Then we can ambush him when he’s least expecting it.”
“Unless he is expecting it.” Alwyn pointed out, raising a sapphire eyebrow.
They argued back and forth, but there was no indication that Carnelian knew anything, so we could only follow the plan and hope for the best. Alwyn, Balthazar, and Ruri stood and went to determine where they’d position themselves in Azurill’s room, and Azurill shut the door on them with a smile before turning to face me.
He opened his mouth to say something, but the door flew open before he could, and our heads turned to face the intruder. My heartbeat tripped over itself in my chest, fearing Carnelian had realized what we were up to, when it slowed in confusion at the sight of Lady Sania. Her orange hair was up in a high ponytail, and she wore leather trousers with a peasant blouse, looking very unlike I’d ever seen her, more like I dressed when I was up to no good.
I stood up in alarm, her orange eyes glowing with hate as she stared at me, a sneer on her lips. But as Azurill stood, everything moved too fast for me to react—Sania had already thrown a potion on the floor before us that exploded when it hit, black and pink liquid going everywhere before it turned to smoke, rising from the floor and assaulting my lungs.
I tried to move, only to find that I couldn’t. I was completely paralyzed. My eyes frantically tried to find Azurill’s, but they were frozen as well. All I could see was the triumphant look on Sania’s face.
“Sorry to ruin your plans,” Sania smiled, a nasty thing that I wanted to claw off her face. “Actually, no, I’m not.” She laughed, sauntering forward toward where we stood like statues. I listened for the others, but no noise came from Azurill’s room. I could only hope they were at least hearing this, even if the potion had reached them, too.
“Watching the two of you was honestly sickening, I must admit.” She rolled her eyes, “But it did help with the plan, even I will never understandwhat you saw in her over me, Your Majesty.” She bowed mockingly as she spat his title.
