Page 44 of House of Mages and Raven

“So possessive,” I crooned. “Do you know talking about violence turns me on?”

“How does this turn you on?” he asked and spanked my butt cheek.

The slight pain only brought more pleasure, making me moan louder.

“Harder,” I moaned.

“Am I still your client?” he demanded.

But I wasn’t ready to give in. I wanted to focus on a good fucking. He spanked me again and thrust into me with maddening rhythm and punishing strength.

“Yes!” I shouted. If that would get him into a raging mood and make him fuck me that hard, so be it. “Yes, fuck me! Spank me.”

He stilled. I tried to slam back toward him, but he pinned me in place, gripping my hips, not allowing me to move. I was incredibly strong, but he seemed to be stronger.

“Am I your client?” he asked in a deceptively soft voice while rage trembled under the surface.

“What is the answer you seek, my sugar?” I aimed for clever.

He withdrew slowly. “I’m not your fucking client. I won’t fuck you again if you consider me a client.”

“You aren’t my client,” I said quickly. I’d say anything and do anything to get the ball rolling again. There was this itch and need and ache in me, and only he could sate it. “You’re my princeling, my Rowan, my only sugar.”

I would persuade him to give Barbie a diamond after I was sated.

“Fuck me like you’ve never fucked before,” I urged.

“I fucked before and I fucked a lot,” he growled. “But I won’t fuck anyone else except you.” He drove back into me, and I cried out in pleasure and relief. “I’m marking this cunt. It’s mine and mine only.”

He lifted my ass higher in the air and pounded into me so hard that my boobs bounced violently. He kneaded my nipple before he moved his large hand and found purchase on my clit. He flicked it without care, and I cried out at the sensation. When he delivered a sequence of long, brutal thrusts while his large hand pinched the bundle of nerves, I exploded on his cock.

My cunt milked his shaft, and he cursed while riding through my climax. His cock pulsed violently before he shot hot jets intothe depths of my cunt. His seed flowed into me, and his pure energy blasted out of him and poured into me. Barbie lunged, spooning the energy juice into herself.

“Take more, little monster. Take all you need,” Rowan growled, having no idea that Barbie was feeding instead of me. She cut in front of me, soaking in the pure lust energy like a glutton.

I also knew that she was doing it due to her bitterness at being a scorned, rejected chick.

I shook my head, letting it go. Rowan would produce more energy for me, and there was always more for all of us. A rising tide lifted all boats.

Rowan collapsed onto my back, his cock remaining hard in me. He kissed my neck, whispering my name like an unholy prayer. I wiggled my ass, demanding more, and my fae lover straightened himself and started to move inside me for the second round.

He drove into me relentlessly, grunting in satisfaction. Somehow, he was refraining from feeding from me, as if he had a plan for me. He hauled me backward against his muscled chest that was slick with his clean sweat. I was tall, yet I was petite compared to him. He got down on his knees, dragging me into his lap.

I gasped in pleasure as he thrust up into me, penetrating my depths, his cock growing larger. I let out a loud mewl, arching my back, feeling glorious.

“Ride me however you want, little monster,” he said, his voice taunting. “This is the only cock you’ll ride.”

I flashed an easygoing grin. “Whatever you say, sugar.”

I heaved up my hips and slammed into his base, and he growled, which only made my pulse race and my lust flame higher. His bountiful seed dripped along my thighs from my cunt as I moved up and down his massive cock.

Every time I slammed down into his balls, the wet sound of our fucking got my blood boiling. This was more erotic than all the erotica Barbie read before bedtime.

The scent of sex permeated the air, so potent that the shadow beasts guarding the cabin howled to the moon. While Rowan and I made a lot of noise, Barbie was unusually quiet, not giving me unsolicited tips, not bothering me with “you don’t work, you don’t eat” bullshit. Other than pouncing to take the overflowing energy into herself, she barely moved.

The chaos prince had really wounded her. At that moment, I made a life-changing decision—despite Rowan’s possessiveness and rage, I wasn’t going to commit to one male. For all I knew, my sugar prince might turn out to be like the chaos heir.

I swirled my hips as I slid along his massive length, and Rowan groaned in intense pleasure. “You fuck well, little monster,” he said, gripping my hips and shoving me up and down his length.

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