Page 59 of Chained to the Devil's Daughter

“If we deploy them, we risk them swapping sides when soot gets real. Ash,” I exhaled and stared at the empty cherry bowl, fearful of what I’d find in his cinnabar stare. “I have an idea.”

Ash’ren crooked a finger below my chin, forcing me to look at him. Resolute and steadfast, he stroked my cheek with histhumb as he confirmed my silent orders. “I’ll do my best to bring him to you alive.”

“You must bring him alive.”

“Fine,” he grumbled. His gaze dropped to the base of my throat, where my tight necklace covered a moon-shaped scar. “Only for that. You deserve to know.”

“Devil must arrive to ghost rings. Clear skies, no dust clouds kicked up by all the digging. Everyone inside.” I scrawled orders on sheets of parchment. “He’ll be livid. He’ll come straight to the hall to see whose bottom sullies the Bone Throne.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“I hate to use you in this way, after all you’ve been through on my account,” I whispered.

“Oh, don’t worry, love bug. I’m dying to get my hands on that fucker for my own reasons.” His tone was unquestionable. Dark but earnest. “I’ll bring him to his knees before you, without stripping more families of their loved ones.”

My heart cracked at that last bit. I crept past the chair dividing us and crawled into his lap. Cupping his strong jaw, I kissed the corner of his frown. “You are a good man, Ash.”

“That’s not true, Firefly. A gentleman doesn’t fuck the way I do.”

“I didn’t say gentle.” A deep rumble reverberated against my hand when I laid it over his chest. “Besides, it’s your heart I love.”

“You love the rough fucking, too, though.”

“Of course.”

Maybe it was the addictive rush of having such a powerful demon squirm in my presence. Maybe it was all the pillow talk of killing my father. Either way, all I wanted at this moment was to be rutted over the war table.

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"What’s going on in that naughty head, princess?” Ash’ren inhaled deeply. “Fuck, I could drown in your scent.”

Flames, I wasn’t sure if I was grateful or resentful for his demonic sense of smell. Against my will, my thighs rubbed together, a trickle of slickness gushing from my pussy. Ash’ren turned feral.

“That’s it, woman. Up. Turn around.”

Ash’ren didn’t wait for obedience. He slung me over the table, my face pressed into the varnished wood, and flipped my long black gown up so callously that the ruffles tickled my chin.

“Ash!” I squealed, my gaze darting to the door. Oh, flames curse it, I wanted this.

Two thick, broad hands gripped my ass cheeks and peeled them apart. My slick pussy lips clung to each other a moment before blooming open to the heat of his breath. Despite the pounding it took early, my asshole clenched in anticipation.

“How cute,” Ash’ren murmured, his teasing tone too dark to be cute. “Your little holes missed me. Should I touch them?”

“Yes!”

He chuckled, little puffs of warm air tickling my searching holes. “I think I’ll kiss them first.”

His first kiss was kind, and soft, a loving press of lips that sent a promising shiver through my core, for my demon was not truly in a gentle mood.

“Oooh, Ash, please!”

Laughter vibrated through my pussy, making me jump, subsequently shoving my ass further into his face. He groaned like this was torturing him more than it was me. His fingers dug into my hips and he attacked my genitals like they owed him a thousand favors, all to be paid in cum.

He licked me from top to bottom with wide, flat strokes, until his forked tongue breached me, laving my inner walls as he flattened his lips around my entire opening. The sound of his explorations, slurping me up from the inside and suctioning my entire sex with his mouth, flames, it was the lewdest thing I’d ever heard. It made me feel dirty. Needy.

“T-tail!” I commanded, attempting to use my queen’s voice but it came out a tad shrill. Another deep chuckle vibrated my very vertebrae, and I clutched my skirts for something to do with my hands.

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