“Why don’t we keep your labels out of this,” I offered gradually. “I think this will go a lot faster if we don’t speak to one another.”
“Mylabels?” King Athon snapped his mouth shut suddenly at my boiling anger rising to the surface. “Please, I’d love to see you try to hurt me right now. Get it out of your system if you wish. I can already tell you the outcome, though. Would you like to know what it is, Princess?”
I ground my teeth together and released his wrist.
“Excellent choice,” King Athon mocked. Ruthlessly, he slammed his two fingers back up into me. He attempted to curl them, but there wasn’t any room inside. “You are still too tight.”
I spread my legs wider, allowing him more room. “Just put your damned cock in me. I will heal if it is too bad.”
“I do love the smell of blood.” He licked over his bottom lip, his pink tongue darting out to wet his mouth. The shifter king removed his fingers from inside me to grip his cock and place it at my channel’s entrance. “If you scream and servants come in here, I will kill them. Do you understand?”
“If you kill them, I will kill you.” I smiled sweetly.
King Athon snorted. He pressed his hips forward, his jaw tight with disgust, and his eyes ablaze with lust. The shifter king held my hips still with his right hand when I tried to flinch away, giving me exactly what I had asked for.
I grabbed onto his shoulders, a choked cry passing my parted lips when he jerked his lean hips forward with more power, managing to settle the head of his cock inside me. A bead of sweat dotted his left temple, almost hidden by his flowing, silky white hair. The tiny black beads in the few braids he wore glimmered in the lamp’s light from my nightstand.
His black brows lowered, his hips slammed forward, and he quickly bent down to capture my scream with his mouth. He possessed my lips with blatant need while he rocked his hips gently back and forth, light strokes, wetting his cock with my juices. The shifter king leaned back up and released my hip to place his right palm directly over my mouth, the only warning I had for what was coming. He powered hard through my channel again and again, without remorse, stifling my screams of pain—and ecstasy—until my pussy completely cradled his cock in a brutally tight fist. Perspiration painted both of our foreheads as we stared at one another with horrified expressions, his breaths heavy pants and mine muffled behind his hand.
King Athon swallowed heavily, muttering bluntly, “I cannot believe my cock is inside an elf’s cunt. This is a damnedlowday.”
“You’re bloody well inside me now,” I growled against his palm. “Finish it.”
The shifter king kept his hand over my mouth, his fingers digging into the side of my face, and pulled his hips back to throttle his cock hard inside me. His hand over my mouth was an excellent idea, my scream of pleasure and agony muffled to almost nothing.
He ordered, “Lift your legs further up.”
I lifted my shaking limbs, his heated flesh blazing against my sensitive inner thighs. I tipped my head back when he slammed into me again, and whispered in reverence, “Oh Fae.”
The call of the urge wasveryhappy now.
King Athon ruthlessly fucked me, showing not one ounce of kindness as he pounded into my soft flesh. The disgust fled from his features, and pure pleasure replaced it. He dipped his head down to stare where our bodies continued to meet, and his hair once again fell all over my face.
I didn’t give one Fae fuck.
The more I arched my back, the faster he thrust, his oversized cock stretching me in beautiful pain each time, cries of pleasure dragging from deep in my throat to his waiting palm. I released his shoulders and drew the pads of my fingers down his chest, my skin warming and touching everything that I could. I scratched my short nails down his rolling stomach muscles, and then back up, enjoying his soft moan at my cruel touch.
My mouth opened wide on his next thrust and my fangs sliced through the flesh of his palm, biting his hand hard and closing my eyes with the repeated shoving of my body against the comforter the harder he drove himself inside me. His blood touched my tongue, and I moaned deeply. His blood tasted just like his scent, but only more potent. I was on a honeysuckle hormone high.
He flipped his head back up, and his hair flew behind him once again, leaving my face tingling in the cool air.
He ordered sharply, “Open your eyes.”
My eyes snapped open.
“Do you like my blood on your tongue?” he asked roughly, rolling his hips slowly, making me feel every single bit of his cock. “Everyone who has ever made me bleed, I have taken their heart from their chest and crushed their Fae-spark to nothing.”
The taste of his blood didn’t sour in my mouth at his words, but I released my hold on him as a memory smashed into my mind. My brows puckered in suspicion and nausea began to churn in my stomach, despite the urge pushing this on. I shoved his healed hand off my mouth and stared hard into his solid black eyes while he continued to slowly fuck me. I no longer responded to the pleasured pain of our joining.
His gaze roamed my features. He smirked.
With his blood coating my lips, I asked directly, “Were you there the night my grandmother Isabella was murdered? Was it you who did the actual killing?”
“I do enjoy handling business myself,” he stated with cruel pleasure. “But, alas, that was not me. Your grandmother never made me bleed.”
The urge rushed over my mind when relief ran through my veins, making me shiver with its strength. “Why did you say that then? Are you planning to kill me now?”
“I have no current plans to kill you, Princess.” King Athon leaned down and licked away his blood staining my lips. He whispered, “But I do like when you scream.”
