Page 85 of Heir to His Court

He shoved me off him and I sprawled on the bed, licking around my lips. His eyes followed the movement.

“I shouldtrulypunish you for that,” he said in a dark voice.

I laughed. “You dared me to make you come in my mouth.”

“I am of two minds.”

“That would be four. Though I think only two of you actually wants to get me pregnant.”

I highly doubted either Darkan or the General wanted a baby from me. Darkan was too pragmatic, and I didn't think the General cared for me. At all.

Raniel's expression blanked. His gaze lingered on my stomach, and he reached out a hand, settling his splayed palm right above my mound. He said nothing. I felt his hunger, his need, his longing.

My throat dried. I turned my face away, blinking, because having felt all of that how could I deny him this? “Damn you, Raniel. I don't want a child.”

“Then you had best pray, consort. The time has come.” The sensual teasing, the sexy edge, the rough burr of pleasure were all gone from his voice.

“You promised you wouldn't use your power.”

A long pause. “I will not break my word.”

He wrapped his hands around my ankles, and pushed my knees to my shoulders and braced himself against me, his hands on either side of my head.

At this angle I was well and truly caught, disallowed the freedom of movement. Eyes on mine, he lowered his head and took my mouth as his cock finally, finally pressed into my entrance.

I sucked in his breath.

Slow, achingly slow, this time when he breached my body, he watched my face, adjusting pace and angle according to my reaction. This time he cared.

My lids fluttered closed once he sank all the way to the base, swelling inside me. He began to move, withdrawing fully, then plunging back in, no sound but the wet sucking noise of his thrusts. His inhalations, and my stifled moans. I refused to give him the sounds.

He leaned more of his weight on my legs, fucking me harder, longer, a snarl forming on his lips.

“Raniel, it's too much.” I wasn't used to this weight pressing against my legs, this utter helplessness. Now that it was real, now that he could actually get me pregnant, this dark truth of my vulnerability hit me.

I was at the mercy of a being who had absolutely none.

Still, still my body betrayed my mind. Pleasure built, sharp cries spilling from my throat as I strained underneath him, his hips pounding into me, his hands slamming my wrists over my head in what was probably the gentlest display of dominance he was capable of.

Realms, he battered me. It hurt, it hurt so good. He swelled, his cock massive as it filled with seed, then locked inside me. Raniel put his fingers on my clit and rubbed, forcing me through the pain of the knot stretching me wider than my body had been prepared for. He wouldn’t move, couldn’t until my orgasm triggered his release.

I shook my head side to side, tugging fruitlessly at my wrists; his hands tightened. He took away even my choice to remain mute. I keened, panting, his cock lodged too deep for me to move.

“Come for me, my good girl,” he said in my ear, “release me. Come for me and scream my name.”

“Raniel.”

As I shattered, my pussy convulsing around his cock, he threw back his head and emptied deep inside me as jet after jet of come flooded my cervix, the knot softening enough for him to begin pumping again through his release.

He pulled out long enough to move me flat onto my stomach then draped his body over mine as he impaled me again, milking himself for every last drop of rich seed.

Raniel caressed the back of my head as he slowed to a more sensual pace. “Such a good girl. You came so beautifully when I locked in you. You are perfect, my heart. Continue whimpering and writhing for me, it makes my seed come faster.”

I basked in the warmth of his approval even as I trembled. “But aren’t we done?”

He paused—then laughed. “My sweet halfling. Done?”He rose and pulled my ass into the air and began swelling inside me once more. I moaned, burying my face in the sheets. “I am going to come inside you all night. I have a week to seed you before, child or no, I am required to forgive you my firstborn’s murder. You will eat, sleep, read, and bathe on my cock. If we must hold Court, then we will beg their pardon and hold it while you are screaming through your orgasms.Done?”

I turned my head as he fucked me hard and snapped my fangs at him. He was starting to rile the harpy.

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