Page 96 of Heir to His Court

“—screaming, mewling, begging thing that craves my touch, the way you have made a weak—”

Thrust, fingers on my clit, rubbing, circling.

“—ravenous, conquerednothingofme.”

I sobbed, from the pleasure, from the pain, the tears on my cheek the pus of a lanced wound salted by the affronted, savage ache in his voice. Renaud leaned over my body as I shuddered through an orgasm, but still he fucked me, grinding deep, cock swelling inside like that first night.

I panicked, in truth. Raniel had been gentle in his dominance. Renaud didn't give a fuck if he tore me open.

“Raniel!”

Renaud stilled for the moment it took for me to realize the depth of my mistake.

His fangs tore into my throat.

* * *

He fed, lodged in my body, arm locked around me as he pulled me up, my back to his chest. My head lolled to the side; I. . .thought I heard myself whimper through the shock.

He woke me with fingers on my clit; his touch ruthless, and soon my body was shaking again.

“What is my name?” he snarled in my ear, voice a deep, dark drug. “Who is hurting you? Who is bleeding you? Who is giving you what you have craved in the darkest recesses of your mind?”

“Renaud,” I whispered, my pussy clenching around his cock, my river releasing his knot as he resumed brutally pumping me full of his seed. “Renaud.”

No one but him would do this for me; no one but him would dare. No one but him would understand without me having to ask, what it was I wanted, needed.

And any other foolish male would make the fatal mistake of thinking me weak simply because I yearned to submit.

He shifted me on his lap so I was straddling him chest to chest. His arm around my back held me up.

“Fuck me,” he said, voice a whiplash. Twin arctic flames scoured me, heat and ice in their depths. “Make yourself come again.”

I moved up, thighs trembling, thendropped back down, impaling myself. Once, twice, setting a hesitant rhythm because every muscle, every bone had forgotten it held shape, strength.

My blood dribbled down my neck between my breasts. He licked the path, tongue rough and wet, latched onto a nipple.

At this angle he slammed against my cervix; tears trailed down my cheeks. I didn't bother asking him to release me, to give me mercy. I wanted none.

I wanted more.

“Please,” I said in a shaky whisper.

Renaud pushed me onto my back, draping my legs over his shoulders, and took control.

“You will give me a child,” he said, blocking out my vision; filling it with him; milky moon pale skin, silky skeins of midnight hair, glowing eyes. “I will have a child for the one you took, and I care nothing of softling Raniel's word. I will fuck you until you are seeded. Not that I intend to ever stop fucking you.”

“Don't do this to me.”

“I am doing it.” A savage, taunting slash of teeth. “Over and over, I am doing it. Stop me. Try.”

I couldn't. The burst of fight had drained away, leaving me in the hollow of my feminine Fae nature. I went limp, drinking in the feral satisfaction on his face when he felt me accept his dominance.

Short, shallow, rapid thrusts followed by long, deep strokes. I bit through my bottom lip, and he took that offering too.

“What,” he said, “is my name?”

I slashed at him with my claws, opening a line on his jaw, and he restrained my wrists with a snarl and a retaliatory bite in my shoulder. I couldn't draw breath, each thrust somehow constricted my lungs. . .no, that was now the hand on my neck, slowly cutting off air.

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