I’ve always been rather good at Rubik’s Cubes. And negotiations.
I rutted between her legs as my teeth marked her forever. And inside this animal sex, my bear ran straight toward hers on a plane of existence filled with ancient stone circles.
“Let me in,”I commanded. “Take my seed.”
Her bear walked toward me on the stone circle plane. And my bear froze in shock.
She was gorgeous. Big and black, with a proud, gleaming coat and a muzzle of brown fur around her nose. And she was wearing a crown.
Not the silver one I would have placed upon her head had she allowed the ceremony to conclude without protest.
This crown was older. Deeper. Woven from something no forge could shape—braided gold wire, deep-rooted shells, andcarved onyx beads that glinted like stories passed down through generations. In the center sat a chunk of raw garnet, uncut and unpolished, but glowing with a fierce inner light.
“You’re a queen already.”
“I am. I will forever be. I was born this way,”the bear said, regarding me with a lofty tilt of her head. “Tell me, what does‘álainn’mean? My moon god does not know.”
The bite mark I’d given her let me know she was referring to the Shadow King.
“He’s not a moon god.”
“He is to me. And if he is to me, it must be true.”
My bear cocked its head. Like recognizing like. “You’re confident, bordering on arrogant,”I realized. “Not as insecure as your human seems.”
The bear’s entire body heaved with a sigh.“I’ve been trying to tell her about our crown our whole life. But she kept pushing me down. Tell me, why does my beautiful moon god not know the meaning of this Irish word?”
My bear chuffed.“Because, as literally quiet as it’s kept, he’s more stubborn than your Mountain King and I combined. He refused to learn the language as a child with the rest of us. Maybe he always knew he’d end up like this.”
“Hmm. Well…”Her bear responded to my explanation with a queenly shrug.“Gods have no need of words. That’s why he understands god tech better than anyone else.”
“That he knows of,”I pointed out.
“That he knows of,”the bear conceded with a regal nod. She looked my bear up and down. Sniffed.“Will you tell me what‘álainn’means?”
“It means beautiful. Obviously. The most beautiful female I’ve ever laid eyes upon.”
“Oh… That makes sense.”The already-queen bear’s expression lit up with pleasant surprise. But instead of gazing down shyly, as her human would have, she held my eyes and told me,“You should have led with that.”
I could feel the incoming orgasm barreling toward the two of us like a train.
“Let me in,”I commanded again.“Take my seed.”
“Why should I?”she asked, tone haughty.“You are not my moon god. Or my trusted teacher.”
“No, I am neither of those things,”I agreed.“I am your king. Your devil. The male who will stop at nothing to make you happy to be mine.”
Her brown eyes flared with heat underneath her one-of-a-kind crown. But then she reminded me,“I am already happy to be theirs. You have six weeks of catching up to do, Devil King.”
The orgasm had nearly reached the end of its climb. And she dared to keep challenging her High King.
This female…
“Do not make me chase you,”I growled deep in my chest.
“What if I like being chased?”she asked, her voice liquid gold.
“Then I will chase you,”I promised, matching her tone.“Because a moon god will grant all your wishes, but a Devil King will hunt you down and make your wishes match his own.”
