Page 17 of Prince of Ruin

Throwing my head back, I claw at his shoulders as a scream rips out of me. And that must be his final undoing. He unloads into me, filling me up with his cum, his cock jerking inside me, making my orgasm last another thirty seconds. He stays there, balls-deep inside me as he collapses on top of me. I gently stroke my fingers up and down his spine. After a full minute.He pulls out and flops onto his back next to me, removes the condom and tosses it into a nearby trash can.

“Holy fuck,” I say hoarsely. “That…you’re fucking amazing, Clav.” I turn my head to look at him. Even now, with his cheeks flushed and his eyes glowing with his orgasm, he’s phenomenal.

“I did not see that coming,” he says.

“Yeah…I mean, I saw it coming after we left the faire. But before that…I never expected to fuck the—” My voice cuts off before I give myself away.The Spine King. The Prince of Ruin. “The…first person I met in this town,” I correct.

His lips curve into a grin. Moving to his side, he slips one leg over mine and props himself on his elbow, the muscles in his arms flexing as he presses a kiss to my lips. “Welcome to Bone Hollow, love. We make all your wildest dreams come true.”

I chuckle against his lips, then shove him off playfully. We lie there for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow while our heart rates return to their normal rhythm. My mind begins to wander, and I think about what Clav said about his dad being a demon hunter. I’m starting to believe he really has no idea. His memories must have fled when he was cursed with mortality.

And I get to be the one who tells him the fae we read about are real, and that he happens to be a faeking. Chewing my lower lip, I barely contain my excitement.

“What if it was all true?” I ask, breaking the blissful silence.

“Huh?” His eyes are half-closed in a post-orgasmic glow.

“The talk about demons and fae.”

His eyes fly open, and he drags his hands down the length of his face, the afterglow slipping away faster than a drop of water on a frying pan. Propping himself up on his elbow, he glares at me, as if forgetting the fucking we just shared, and I’m starting to rethink my approach.

“Aden, if you’re a part of that prank, I’m going to tell you now, you’ll only piss me off.”

Fuck. I forgot he believed it was all a prank. The steel in his eyes makes my spine lock up. “I told you. I’m not in on the prank”

“Then what the fuck are your dear lover and that bastardAbaddonup to?”

My heart jolts. “How do you know Abaddon?”

His eyes widen a fraction, his breath hitches. He swallows audibly, then nods slowly, a realization seeming to dawn on his features.

“Okay. So, you are a part of it. I was hoping I was wrong.”

Shit. This is not going at all how I planned.

He slips off the bed, stuffs his feet through his jeans and buckles them, and I definitely wish I’d kept my mouth shut. I sit up. I’ve already buried myself in this deep. And if Clav truly has no idea what I’m talking about or who he truly is, then he deserves to know.He needs to know if we have any hope of him saving us from his beloved goddess.

“What if it’s not a prank?” I ask, treading carefully. “What if the…thedemonsare real? What if they’re…what if they’re actually faeries? Like the ones we read about?”

His gray eyes turn cold and hard when he whips his head around to glare at me. He looks like he could kill me now, the fury simmering beneath his eyes promising violence. So…maybe he does remember? And he’s realizing I’m a spy. This is it. He knows, and he’s going to fucking kill me now.

“The fact that you’ve been in on the prank this whole time,” he seethes, hands balling into fists, “and Ifuckedyou—”

“I’m not in on a prank, Clavicle—”

And at the sound of hisoldname dropping from my lips, he’s on the bed in a heartbeat, pinning me down with his hips as he snatches my wrists in both hands and shoves them above my head.

“It’sClav.” Here’s that temper Tarsus warned me about.“And you better shut the fuck up, Aden.” He forces a smile that’s all teeth and scary as hell. “Or I’mgoing to have to seal those pretty little lips with my dick.”

Honestly, that sounds fucking hot, but also I have a feeling he’d suffocate me with his dick, too, if he got the chance. If there was any doubt in my mind that his memory was wiped, it’s gone now. Because the look in his eyes isn’t human. The look in his eyes islethal.

He fucking remembers, and he knows why I’m here.

“Youdoremember, don’t you?” I whisper. I’m honestly surprised I’m still alive. Hot tears burn behind my eyes, but I blink them back. “You need to come back, Clavicle. Your home is in danger, yourpeopleare in danger, and only you can save them.”

And those words seem to be the ultimate trigger.

“Shut.Up!” He gives me a hard shake that makes my teeth rattle, his fingers bruising my wrists.

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