Page 18 of The Queen of Ash and Magic

“B-Because I wanted to comfort you like you did me last night,” I say quietly. He sighs and drops his hand. “I’m sorry.”

“I can’t be mated to a witch,” he says. “I am the dragon king, and you are not fit to be a…”

“I know,” I interrupt. “I will go back home. My parents will surely get rid of me after knowing someone else has touched me.”

“You would leave your mate?” he growls.

“You don’t want me. Why would I stay and watch you bed another woman?” I ask harshly. “Maybe Eyrxshouldkill me. I bet he would be fucking thrilled to.”

The realization sweeps over his face that I did hear what he had said last night. I was mostly unconscious, but I still heard the commotion.

“Lysa, I…”

“Forget it. I’ll leave. They’ll be happy to torture me to death anyhow,” I say, rolling my eyes. I go to step past him, but he grabs me by the hair and pulls me toward him.

“Don’t you ever walk away from me when I am speaking to you,” he growls.

“Fuck you, scar boy,” I scoff. He has a scar going through his left eye among others on his body, but that one is my favorite. He is strong and handsome. He’s downright addictive, and I fuckinghate that I’m so attracted to him. He doesn’t want me here. He wants to fuck another woman to get rid of me.

I squeal when he shoves me onto the bed, but I’m quickly muffled when he puts his hand on the back of my head and pushes me face down into the mattress. He pulls my lower half up to rest on my knees. “You’remymate,” he snarls as he slams his cock deep inside of me. My entire body gives to his and I moan into the mattress.

Clearly, his intention is to scare or hurt me, so he gets pissed when it brings me nothing but pleasure. Drake lowers his hands to my hips and starts to fuck me hard and fast, doing his best to reach as deep into my body as he can.

“Oh Gods,” I moan and push my hips back.

“I will fucking break you,” he growls in my ear. I have my arms extended out in front of me, so I can rest on my elbows, but my back is arched deeply into the bed. This allows him to place his hands beside my arms as he drives into me. We fit together perfectly and no matter how hard he fucks me, I keep pushing my hips back to meet his force.

“Oh, Drake,” I moan.

“Fuck,” he snaps out of anger before flipping me to my back. He grabs the backs of my knees and pushes them to my chest before surging back into me. He is grunting and growling as he fucks me with every bit of anger he has harbored inside of him. Every violent stroke is pushing out all the pain and suffering I have endured at thehands of my family. My own groans and growls harmonize with his perfectly and I feel like I’m floating on a cloud. Although, the cloud I am floating in is violently fucking me through an endless string of orgasms. What I now know is my arousal floods out of me and it seems to power him more. No matter how aggressive he is being, he is feeding off of my pleasure.

Drake lets my legs fall, and I immediately loop my arms around his neck and pull him to my chest. “I’m going to put my baby in your belly,” he growls. “You’re mine, Lysa. Don’t you ever fucking suggest leaving me again.” He kisses me hard, and I move my hands to his face. When he starts to come, I whimper when he starts to swell inside of me eventually and break our kiss to arch dramatically off the bed. The feeling is incredible, and it is systematically shutting down my brain.

“Drake,” I gasp and dig my nails into his biceps.

“My pretty little flame,” he says softly, kissing my throat. “Fuck, we fit together so well.”

“W-What is T-That?” I groan and writhe under him.

“My knot, little flame. I told you; I’m going to breed you every chance I get until my baby is in your belly,” he says.

“Oh… My Gods why is it so big,” I moan. Every movement it makes sends jolts of pleasure through my body and I am shaking under him.

“To keep you from running,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re mine to fuck, to breed, and to break, Little Flame. This tight little cunt is mine.”

“Oh Gods!” I yell when he draws out some and sharp pains pulsate through my pussy. “What the fuck are you doing to me!”

“The barbs. The knot. It’s all to make sure you stay on my cock. Don’t forget that, Lysa,” he tells me.

“Again! Do that again. Please, Gods,” I beg. He slowly draws out and an animalistic moan pours out of me. “Fuck, that hurts.”

“Oh, innocent Lysa,” he chuckles darkly. “My sweet little queen likes pain.”

“Please fuck me again, Drake,” I say seriously as I take his face between my hands.

“This is going to hurt, Lysa,” he warns with a smile.

“Then make it hurt, just fuck me,” I say. He moves his hips again and I groan through gritted teeth.

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