Page 87 of The Court of Truth

Hard.

Fast.

Monstrous.

His skin slaps against mine. My pants wedge my legs in place, my fingers scrambling to hold on to something, anything at all, while he tugs at my hair and tightens his fingers at my waist.

My cries echo around the room, illuminating my pleasure as I fall further and further.

I’m going to be bruised in the best way possible after this.

It’s going to be worth every second.

I slip forward, the force impossible to hold off and my hips fall flush against the table as my hands slide sideways. My face is an inch away from the wood. The only thing stopping me from collapsing all together is the grip he has on my hair as he fiercely pummels into me.

“That’s it, Princess. Make my dick wet,” he grunts, bruising my hips with his fingertips as a cry parts my lips.

Fuck.

My groans grow louder and louder.

I don’t have control over a single part of me. Not one.

I cry out again, this time, the sound hoarse and raspy as he somehow manages to tighten his hold on my hair at the same time he slams into me with unrelenting thrust after unrelenting thrust.

I’m putty in his hand.

The tingles start in my toes, swirling up my legs at the same time the nerve endings in my fingertips come alive. The world pivots, turning to darkness as my eyelids fall closed, and all I can do is feel what my dragon does to me.

My pussy tightens around his cock as ecstasy laces through my veins, claiming me, showering me with pleasure as he wrings every ounce of euphoria from my limbs. His thrusts falter, his own guttural groans barely audible over my pulse ringing in my ears as he paints my insides with his release.

Every throb of his cock makes my pussy spasm again and again until there’s nothing left.

I’m spent. Exhausted beyond words with my face fully plastered against the carved wood as he releases my hair. “I love it when you let your dragon out to play,” I muse, thrusting back on his cock one last time for good measure as he ghosts kisses over my neck.

“And I love you. All of you. Fae, wolf, mated, princess, and queen. Now, forever, always.”

48

ADRIANNA

Darkness consumes my vision. The familiar scent of cut grass with the light notes of lavender drift in the air, and I stiffen. That smell never comes with anything good.

Never.

I try to take a deep breath to settle my rising nerves, but all it does is fill my lungs with the smell I’m trying to avoid.

A nightmare.

That night.

I don’t need to see this.

I don’t want to feel it.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to wake myself from the past hauntings that continue to plague me, but it’s futile. I’m going nowhere. All I can do is ride out the storm.

My fingers curl into fists as my breaths turn to short, sharp pants, the anticipation getting the better of me, but I manage to guide myself down from the nervous cliff my mind has placed me on.

---