“I’m done being patient,” I growled.
“Are you, my little monster?” He chuckled.
And finally, he lifted me, the hardness of his crown nudging at my slick entrance.
Our eyes locked, silver meeting gold. For a moment, the world froze, until he slid home in one smooth, powerful thrust. My thoughts scattered.
My pussy squeezed him hard, shattering his control as well.
His hands gripped my waist, guiding me into a maddening rhythm that left me gasping and moaning and wanting more. Water lapped over the tub’s edges with each movement.
I could feel him everywhere—inside me, around me. His emotions bled through our bond; he thought I was his entire world, and he was memorizing this moment, storing it away against the bounty he knew was coming for him.
“Look at me, little monster,” he ordered just as my eyes started to flutter closed.
My gaze found his, and I lost myself in that silver storm that would always keep me safe.
Heat built in me, coiling tighter with each thrust, each kiss, each whispered endearment. When his rough thumb found that sensitive bundle of nerves again, brushing and fondling, combined with his vehement penetration, I knew I wouldn’t last.
“I’m close. So close!” I breathed, nails digging crescents into his shoulders, as I rose and fell with him. “Now, are you going to order me not to come until you allow it? Killian didn’t let Barbie come easily.”
“I’m not an asshole,” he said. “Come all you want, little monster. I’ll just make sure you come again and again until you’re hoarse.”
I let out another series of shameless, loud moans. Barbie wasn’t here to stop me now. “I won’t be hoarse. Fuck me harder!”
“You asked for it,” he growled and pounded into me, his speed blinding and brutal, just what I needed.
In and out. Faster and harder. The coil of pleasure wound impossibly tight in my molten core. My pussy clenched around his shaft, and he let out a rough groan. Lust rode us both hard.
Then—
Release crashed over me. I cried out, my back arching as waves of sensation rolled through me. He called my name over and over as he kept thrusting into me, riding my climax, until he followed me over the edge and emptied himself in me.
He held me tight against him, and I pressed closer, relishing the beautiful joining of our bodies.
“You ready for round two, little monster?” he asked, kissing me. “How about I worship you in a proper bed?”
I giggled. “Barbie won’t be thrilled to know that we’re fucking in her bed.”
“We already fucked in her tub,” he gloated. “She can file a complaint with whoever she wants. But doesn’t she live in the House of Mages?”
“I doubt she’ll stay there after Killian declared her his mate in front of everyone,” I said. “She won’t need this room anymore if she’s staying in Killian’s penthouse. We’ll claim it.” A new thought suddenly clicked into place. “There’s also the Red Roomhere in the House of Chaos. It’s time you and the other heirs learned about it.”
Just then, a knock pounded on the door.
Someone was trying to break in.
Chapter
Fifteen
Killian
My mate stumbled through the portal. The sight of her, exhausted, covered in volcanic ash, barely standing, made something primal twist in my chest. My arm gripped her hips, lifting her, and she instantly wrapped her legs around my waist, her face nestling against my chest, like I was her home.
Mate is home.You know nothing of courting.My dragon rumbled his criticism, his anxiety bleeding through.Mate needs food. Then bed. Look at her. She’s not even talking!
I had to give him that. He could be observant when he wanted to be. A quiet Barbie was unsettling, wrong.
