Page 53 of The Queen of Ash and Magic

“Go in before you get trapped,” Mom says, kissing my cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I say before Dad hugs us. “Love you, Dad.”

“We love you too, sweetheart. Go on,” he encourages.

I take my mates by the hand, and we walk back to our tent. When we get in, I put a spell up to keep anyone from coming in. When I turn back, Eyrx has a feral look in his eye. He has so much built-up anger and no place to put it. He is holding himself back though.

“What’s going on in your head?” I ask as I slowly step toward him. Drake simply smirks and goes to sit in the armchair by the bed.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says.

“I want you to hurt me,” I say with a sweet smile as I lay my hands on his chest.

“Lysa,” he sighs.

“What’s wrong, ham hock?” I ask. “Going soft on me?”

“I know what you are doing,” he says, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look up at him.

“If you’d rather, you can just sit with Drake and watch me get myself off,” I say. Eyrx growls and wraps his hand around my throat. “Aww. Don’t like that idea, ham hock?”

“Stop calling me that,” he snarls.

“Or what?” I ask. “Are you getting mad, ham hock?”

“Stop it,” he snaps.

“Mmmm. Make me,” I say, and Drake laughs.

“I swear to the Gods, Lysa,” he growls again as he backs me up to the bed.

“Aww. Poor Ham hock. All bark,” I say before patting his cheek. “No bite.”

I laugh when he shoves me backward onto the bed and rips my clothing off. He has unintentionally partially shifted and I know he’s close to breaking. “You are pushing me,” he says. “I am not responsible for what I do when you do this shit.”

I grin at him before spreading my legs, dragging his attention down to my pussy. “I think I can handle two minutes; don’t you think, ham hock?” I ask sweetly, knowing this will push him over the edge. He tears his clothes off and forces his way between my legs.

“You want me to break so badly, fine,” he says harshly. “You want all of my rage and pain and sadness? Fine. Don’t say I didn’t fucking warn you.”

Eyrx leans back to grab hold of my waist before he surges into me with so much force that I arch my back dramatically and scream. His pace is instantly unrelenting. He is fucking me with the intent to cause pain, so I decide to make it harder for him and shift mid-stroke. “Fuck!” Eyrx groans and quickens his pace. I can feel his barbs dig into me but instead of pain, I come. The more pain he tries to cause me, the harder I come. Soon, I am almost speaking in tongues. He has fucked me into a lulled state and this carries on for so long that I am nearly unconscious by the time I feel him swell inside of me.

“I want our baby in your belly,” he growls in my ear.

“Please,” I moan. He buries his face in my neck and moans deeply as his knot and barbs lock him inside of me. He still keeps moving and instead of pain from the barbs, I come again and again. What should be causing me pain is triggering explosive orgasms. When he starts to come, he kisses me hard. He doesn’t let up and I bring my hands to his face as I whimper through my pleasure.

When he finally pulls out, I groan and relax into the bed. “I didn’t even mean to do that,” Eyrx says. “I don’t know why… Oh hell…”

“Aww. Little flame’s first fertility window,” Drake says as he lays down and pulls me on top of him. He wraps his arms around me, and I am pinned to his chest with my arms between us.

“Fuck, please knot in me. Please,” I beg.

I gasp and almost scream when he abruptly starts fucking me hard and fast. It startles me and I unintentionally shift back, making the pain of his barbs rip through me. “Fuck,” I scream. My brain is killed still so I can’t focus enough to shift back, allowing the pain to take over. When his knot swells inside of me, he’s still fucking me just as fast. I instinctively claw at him, trying to relieve the pain. I don’t want him to stop because I am on the brink of heaven.

Drake grabs a tight hold of my throat, cutting off my air and my screams as he continues to thrust deep while his knot is ripping through me. My eyes roll back and when he comes, something hellacious breaks free and I am temporarily transported to a different dimension. I can feel everything, but I can't see, hear, or speak. As I am stuck in this state, I feel something take root in my body. It’s both subtle and obvious at the same time. It isn’t a physical feeling but more so spiritual.

I suddenly gasp and sit up, but I am pulled back down to the bed. “Fuck. I’m sorry,” I sigh.

“For what? We put you in the coma,” Drake laughs.

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