King Athon gripped his oversized dick and placed it at my entrance, baring his blunt teeth as he did so. “Without the urge, this will hurt you more. I am happy for that.”
My lips pressed together in a straight line.
He wasn’t wrong. It would hurt more than last time, the pain not dulled by the Fae fucking urge that had resulted in the current situation we were in.
I growled, “Do it. Put that thing in me so that I may go home soon and leave this horrible place for a day.”
King Athon clenched his jaw, furious and disgusted. “Maybe I will use my tongue to scrape your mouth right off your face.”
I flashed my fangs but kept my opinions to myself this time.
The King of Shifters bared his own tiger fangs but pressed his hips forward, thrusting against my tight opening. He snapped his mouth shut at the resistance my body gave, and he grabbed my hips and plunged hard, holding me down.
My mouth opened on a startled, silent scream of pain, but Fairy, there was also pleasure there. I bowed my back far off the bed, dropping my head back as he retreated and thrust brutally again. I grunted and panted, my shoulders tense, and my swollen breasts heaving high into the air.
King Athon groaned so softly I almost didn’t hear it.
I shuddered underneath him.
“Fucking Fae…you like this much pain. You like my big, shifter cock in your tiny, elven cunt.” He lifted his right hand from my hip and grabbed the back of my arched head, yanking my hair brutally, and bowing my back further—and I whimpered in delight. He reared his hips back and thrust so hard, his cock plunged into my core, his heavy balls pressed against my ass. He grunted low, growling, “You like how it feels. Does that shame you?”
My Fae-spark betrayed him. I knew he liked it, too.
And we were both disgusted by our reactions.
The emotions swirled and burned inside my Fae-spark.
“Shut up, shifter, or I will say the same to you.” I panted through my words, my gaze on his headboard—upside down from this angle. “Pleasure is pleasure. Remember that in your thick head.Anyonewith a monster cock could make me feel this way.”
King Athon quieted and remained still. After a drawn-out moment, he snarled, “That is true. But I would suggest you refrain from testing that yourself, Princess.”
I swayed my hips and groaned, his cock filling my channel deliciously. “I know that. I was merely stating a fact. Would you move now?”
The King of Shifters released my hair and drew the pads of his fingers from my throat down between my breasts, as my back dropped to the mattress. He twirled a pointed finger around one of my nipples, then continued to his destination—my lower stomach. He placed the flat of his palm directly over my womb and held his hand there for a long moment, staring down at it with pinched features.
Delicately, I cleared my throat. “Shifter?”
“Hm?”
“Sex. Remember?”Notwhat he was thinking about.
His head snapped up. He blinked. “What?”
I lifted my right hand and flicked a pointed finger down between us. “You’re inside me. Would you mind moving in and out a little bit? You understand. So we may finish this.”
King Athon glanced back down, where a baby of his would never grow, and scowled. He moved his hands to my hips and thrust—with punishing force. The King of Shifters took out his aggression on my most intimate flesh, pounding into me over and over again with bruising force, not relenting or showing mercy.
I leaned up, pressing my lips against his. “Let me bite you.”
“No,” he growled, panting.
King Athon’s pure black eyes glared death.
My emerald eyes met his, scowling fury.
Harder and harder, he thrust. His hands gripped tight. His huge cock stretched my channel to a beautiful point of pleasured pain, filling me where I needed it the most. Not once did the King of Shifters slow his fierce pace, thrusting into my flesh with a sexual stamina I’d never experienced before with a partner.
Shame did fill me—becauseI loved it.
