Page 42 of Chained to the Devil's Daughter

I turned to Ash’ren and extended my hand, which he once again accepted, eye-fucking me the whole time. He tucked my hand into the crook of his arm, and I nestled myself against his side, leaning heavily into each other as we reached the hallway.

“Mmmm,” he murmured as he turned and took a deep inhale of my hair.

“What?”

“I knew it would feel good to walk with you like this.” He rested his cheek atop my head.

"Take me to bed, suitor.”

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Searra

The moment the words left my mouth, I found myself in Ash’ren’s arms. Mine instinctively looped around his neck, a human bride with the demonic owner of her heart.

I’d expected the sentinels guarding the private rooms to be wide-eyed and horrified, having not been in the hall to hear the announcement, but I was only half correct. A younger guard I recognized as Smok’in’s sibling gaped at our brazen display, but Smok’in was unfazed. He simply nodded and opened the door.

When we entered my private suite, Ash’ren impatiently slammed me against the wall. Decades of longing swapped between our mouths, his bruising claim on my lips unmistakable. No more stolen kisses, no more hidden moments. The slow burn of our life accumulated into this very moment. Something cool drew a line down my cheek. Ash’ren licked it away.

My head tipped against the wall as I gasped for breath. Little black flames left ghostly lines on his crimson cheeks. I swiped at the flames, which tickled my fingertips like the half-melted snowflakes that drifted from Hydra’s ever-frozen mountains.

“I want you inside me, Ash.”

He did not ask if I was sure. With a low, primal purr, Ash’ren slammed my wrists above me on the wall. I gasped as black flames wound around them and up the wall like vines, only to attach to a sconce a foot away from the door frame. Another vine wound around my waist, two more circling my butt cheeks.

“If those hands come down, I’ll burn your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit on the throne in the morning. Understood?”

I whimpered and nodded, though subtly tried tugging the flame ropes. There was no way I’d be able to pull free unless he wanted me to.

Something tickled its way up my skirt at the same time his hands braced themselves on the midseam of my button-down blouse. At once, I was freed of all my clothing, courtesy of his claws and tail.

“You beast!” I accused.

“Don’t you ever forget it.” He winked, a domineering look shrouding his features in shadow. My claiming of him before the court had indeed released the beast within, and I was ready to be devoured. My arousal was sharp, insistent, growing dire.

“Do your worst, demon.”

“That’s my girl,” he cooed.

His flame ropes pulled tautly. Splayed open for his devouring, I was helpless. He surveyed my body, on lewd display. With a contemplative hum, the ropes tightened even more, pulling me higher off the ground until my feet—still adorned with silver heels—dangled, struggling for purchase.

“Much better.” He knelt before me, claws out, and traced my ankles, calves, my outer thighs. His crimson stare was a whirlwind of fire and lust that I wanted to wrap around myself like a blanket and fuck underneath. “What a beautiful queen you make, bared for me like this. I’m going to defile you in so many ways tonight, my queen.”

He was toying with me, made obvious by his casual palming of my breasts, sweeping his thumbs over the pebbled tips. That infuriatingly arrogant grin of his sent hot pulses dancing through my body, chased by pure bliss when he pinched, my blood spiking.

Chuckling, he kissed each knee as he propped them above his shoulders, peppering my inner thighs with searing kisses while his claws explored the curves of my ass. His tail traveled freely and combined with the licks of black magic that danced along my skin. He was everywhere.It was almost terrifying how badly my body longed to be consumed by his flames.

“And you are my king—ah!” I yelped and bucked when his sharp teeth sank into the fleshy part of my inner thigh, hard enough I felt a trickle of blood seep out before his forked tongue licked it away.

“You are my queen, and I am your pawn.” His tone was gentle but firm, leaving no room for correction. “In these walls, I serve no people, no purpose, but your pleasure. By any means necessary.” The rope around my wrists heated ever so slightly. Enough to make me squirm. “Am I clear?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl.”

The ropes cooled and his attention returned to my flesh, kissing tenderly everywhere except where I needed him. His hands snaked around my upper thighs, holding me wide open until I was naught but a chasm of need. My legs dangling over his biceps, he kissed below my navel, then a little higher, and higher. He groaned a masculine sound that awakened something in the spot on my abdomen beneath his lips.

“I’m going see your womb fat with my babies, my love. I’m going to breed you, over and over, until all you know is the heavy weight of my pups inside you.”

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