Aahh, Damien. Choke me a little.
Devil, you make me so fucking wet.
Soaking wet, darling. Your sweet pussy is missing my attention. Before I give you the cock you love so much hard and long, I’m going to make you come first. I’m going to eat your pretty pussy until you can’t walk in a straight line. Then I’ll fuck you while I listen to you beg your king for more.
She was going to destroy the world for the sake of the Devil’s genitalia? I had seen Damien’s penis. It was not that impressive. Mine was bigger. And if it was oral pleasure she sought, I could have easily and adeptly entertained her. Did she not say I was a good kisser? I would have treated her nether lips, and everything in between, with the same attention.
I must not think in that vulgar obscene way, not now, not ever, but she should have been fairly presented with all the options for her to choose properly.
Perhaps then she would have chosen… She would have made the right choice, and I would not have had to silence her heart and reap her soul.
Too late now.
I decided the attempt to break into the palace was futile. My best chance to finish my task was to find her somewhere else. The Blood of a Thousand Child River. Once they washed there, they would have to walk to the throne for the final mating.
Before they finished that walk, I would be waiting, my sword in hand.
Chapter 30
Belle
Damien’s hands felt so good on my body as he washed me with the sacrificed blood of innocence. The Blood of a Thousand Child River had the real blood of the children sacrificed in the name of my husband. Their souls lingered in the thickness of the red hot fluid. As I tasted it, they latched on mine. Soon, I’d become the mother of them all as well as of the Darkborns. Soon, I’d carry my own child in my womb.
Damien smeared my lip with the blood and kissed me. Both of them tasted like the sweet surrender to temptation and sin. My Belle’s three sides were having a blast. He’d kissed me today more than he’d kissed me in the past months since we mated before the willow tree. Yet I couldn’t get enough.
This power, this energy from Hell, this dark joy I’d been receiving from the dwellers had been filling me with sinful excitement. Add Damien’s intense passion for me, and my pussy turned into an insatiable gaping hole, begging to be filled over and over and over.
Liberation. Hell was my liberation. In the darkness I was free. From all the burdens that tied me down on Earth. From the pain. From the confusion. From the tormenting guilt that had been tearing me up.
Here, I cared for nothing but the pleasures and the infinite gains. I was one dicking away from taking the throne that would bring me all the children I’d ever wanted. From ruling next to a great king who was afraid of nothing, who would do anything for me, his beloved cursed passion—and was excellent with his big cock…and tongue…and hands…and horns. Oh my…
I laughed. “Is there Viagra in this blood or did you slip something a little extra in my food at the feast?”
He marked my nipples red and circled them with his thumbs several times in a tease. “No, darling. This is just your body responding to your one true mate. The only one you’d ever need.” He bit my earlobe, squeezing my ass. “You know I’d been watching you your whole lives. I know every move you like, every curve of your body, every spot that drives you crazy, every nerve in your pussy, the perfect cock size that does the trick every single time. I will keep you high on orgasms for all eternity, my queen.”
He pulled me into him, and I felt his cock twitching hard. He looked at my body with blazing lust, and then held my gaze. “You’re so beautiful. Red looks so good on you, Isabella, whether it’s in your eyes or on your body.”
Swiftly, the hands that were cupping my ass lifted me into his embrace. Another round of applause and cheer erupted from our audience of demonic subjects. I hooked my ankles behind his back and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Are you gonna carry me all the way to the throne?”
He started. “Yes, my queen.”
A grin found my lips, but then it faded. This somehow reminded me of Kayden carrying me after a knotting. A feeling I’d miss for a very long time. I bit my lip, and the taste of blood made Joshua’s taste after a feed come to my mind along with Alec’s humorous scorn for vampires.
“Is there something wrong?” Damien asked, as if he sensed the shift in my mood. He must have.
My lips twisted. “I didn’t get to say goodbye.”
“To?”
I snorted. “Joshua and the twins, silly. It’s going to be a long time before I see them again. They must be going crazy after your taking me without notice.”
His eyes held me in place with an intense stare for a long moment that scared me and took my breath away at the same time. It was only when he broke our stare that I could breathe again. He kept his eyes on the path to the throne. “You’re about to be crowned a queen, andthisis what occupies your mind? Trivial sentiments for inferior beings? You need to start thinking like the queen you are, darling. Your mind should always be focused on what matters the most, on the kingdom that awaits, on our dream that you’ll make come true.”
“I am focused.” I tilted my head down at him, arching a brow. “But they are not inferior beings. They are my mates, like you. Once the prophecy is fulfilled, we’ll reunite.”
He didn’t answer me. He just kept walking, but I didn’t fail to notice the tick in his jaws.
I didn’t pay attention to his earlier words because I was too aroused to concentrate, but now they registered in my head.This is just your body responding to your one true mate. The only one you’d ever need. “We will reunite, right, Damien?”
