Page 43 of House of Mages and Raven

I smiled at my prince. “No money, no honey.”

“How many clients do you have?” Rowan demanded, rage beating beneath his skin, and I was utterly turned on. Did that count as morally gray?

“Just one, which is you, so far. I haven’t hunted for more, which is Barbie’s job anyway. For one, my time and my resources are limited.” I couldn’t tell him that I was limited to sharing a body with Barbie, and she was the primary. At

the stormy look on his handsome face, I added in a hurry, “Secondly, I haven’t agreed to take on other clients since no one else can compare to you. You’re amazing in bed, my sugar Rowan. Truly.”

My compliment did nothing to soothe him. Yet I wasn’t worried, and I planned to provoke him even more. I wasn’t in the habit of offering any male a safety net. They could be lovers, but they needed to go out and fight as well. Huddling in the comfort zone killed passion. And no male should ever take me for granted.

Marriages died because of that.

“And I’m not shy to admit it,” I said. I loved to chat excessively, since mostly I just talked to Barbie. Now that I wasout and free, I wasn’t going to pass on any chance to socialize, and I enjoyed talking to my man. “I’ve started to see the appeal of a reverse harem ever since Barbie got me to read a lot of RH books lately.”

A storm was brewing in his silver eyes. My princeling was going to explode at any time.

“Barbie is a bad influence on you.” He ground his fangs. “If she’s taking a pimp’s role and thinks I’m your client, she’s going to have a rude awakening.”

Ask him what kind of awakening,Barbie barked at me.

“What kind of rude awakening, sugar?” I inquired.

“I’ll fucking slay any otherclients,” he said. “I’ll feed them with their intestines. I’ll soon have a harsh word with Barbie and set things straight.”

Barbie rolled her eyes at the threat, but I absolutely loved his possessiveness and viciousness.

I waggled my eyebrows. “Well, sugar, you’ll have to wait in line, since you aren’t the first one who’s demanding to have a word with her. But I beg you to have a gentler word with her than what you’re planning. She’s going through a rough patch. Also, you need to take into consideration that I never gave you the impression that I’d fully commit to you, and you agreed.”

“I agreed that I wouldn’t demand you live with me in the House of Fae since you refused outright,” he said. “But we both agreed on exclusivity. We agreed not to see anyone else. I haven’t fucked any other females since I met you. A deal is a deal,” he drawled, his tone lethal. “And now you want other dicks? There’ll be a pile of corpses at your feet!”

My blood ran so hot at his promises of violence.

“Chill, my sugar.” I grinned, climbing onto the bed, my clawed hand cupping his hard-on through his trousers. He growled in pleasure. “You’re the only dick I’ll ride. But Barbie is a businesswoman. She was raised poor and grew up withoutmuch in her life but misery and abuse, so she’s never felt secure. She still has a poor person’s mentality, even though we’re now in this rich realm. You wouldn’t understand, and you don’t need to understand it. Just give her a pink diamond and call it a win. You can always have me as your only honey.”

“It’s not about fucking diamonds,” he insisted, fury and jealousy tainting his silver eyes gunmetal gray. “This is about principle. She has no right to whore you out. How could she be so cruel and tasteless? I used to like her.”

“We’re together, aren’t we?” I coaxed him. “Do you want to argue away the rest of lovely hours or do you want me to ride you and pleasure you, my stallion?”

“I’m not your client! I’m your fucking lover,” he said, still pissed off while full of desire.

I tilted my head. “Some might debate that technically the difference is between paying and getting it for free.” I slid a hand into his trousers and pumped his length up and down. “There. You’re too intense, my lover.”

He stared at me incredulously, then shook his head. His lust for me won every time. “If that’s what it takes to have you, I’ll pay. Name your price, but I promise you, little monster, if you fuck anyone else, I’ll kill him.”

With a vicious growl, he pulled my hand out of his trousers and spun me around. In one swift move, he got me on all fours and shoved up my skirt, baring my pink pussy.

He moved behind me, dropping his trousers. I held my breath as I felt his thick crown pressed between my plump folds. Before I could wiggle my ass to urge him in, he thrust in brutally, rougher than before. There was no foreplay to prepare me and no gentle words. The fae prince had been containing his rage, and now he intended to punish me. His hard length plunged deep within me, stretching my walls. I could take it rough even if my cunt wasn’t already soaking wet.

Without giving me a break, he thrust into me harder and faster. If I were weaker, I’d cry out in pain. This was rage fucking, and I expected no less after what I’d put him through. He thrust and thrust, harder and faster, and I moaned at the increased pleasure, sparks dancing on my nerve endings.

He gripped my hips, sinking his fingertips into my flesh, as he kept pounding into me, every new thrust more forceful than the previous.

“So wet, little monster,” he groaned, his anger lessening a notch.

“I’m always wet for you,” I said, slamming my hips back, my bottom hitting his balls.

He growled in approval. He thrust again with punishing force, and I propelled toward him vehemently. His hard length pounded into my heated, narrow passage, hitting my G-spot again and again. The fae prince knew how to fuck. My muscles spasmed, tightening around his shaft, and he hissed in pleasure. I tried to twirl along his length for more stimulation, but I could barely move, since his massive cock filled my every inch.

“This cunt belongs to me,” he growled, pounding into me. His hand moved from my hip and cupped my left breast, squeezing and kneading my taut tit. “Anyone else who dares to fuck your cunt will beg for a quick death.”

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