Page 12 of A Queen Of Broken Realms
Red light consumes my pupils as my grin turns wicked. “You didn’t say please.”
Ashen is nearly vibrating with fury and hunger. I might be tied up and at his mercy, but we both know who holds the power here, because he won’t do it. Not unless I say the word.
“Tell me.”
“Or what?”
A slow, wicked smile claims Ashen’s lips. I’m still that puzzle he’s trying to work out. That maze he needs to keep his head in, or he’ll get lost. And he’s just figured out a turn. I can see it in his eyes.
He leans in close. His breath floods my skin. “Not ‘or’. More like ‘and’. Tell meandI will bring you to ecstasy like you have never known. Tell meandI will make you come until you’re too weak to do anything but beg for more.”
I stare at Ashen’s lips, wishing he would press their fire to my cool skin. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want him, and there are moments like this one where it feels like he can never be close enough, even when he’s already touching me. “Well, when you put it that way, Reaper. I want it.”
“Tug twice on your restraints if you need me to slow. Three times if you want to stop.” I nod and Ashen leans back, surveying my face with a look of immense satisfaction. “Good. Now suck like your immortal life depends on it.”
I slide my tongue out and he glides the tip of his erection across it, the salty precum swirling with my sweet venom in a heady taste that makes me flush with longing. I feel my arousal slicken between my legs as I open wide to take Ashen’s length. He slips in slowly, still holding onto the base, his gaze transfixed on the way my lips envelop his girth and my cheeks hollow as I suck him in.
He takes it slow at first, sliding back out to push in again, not too far, keeping his pace languid even when he shudders as I trace the underside of the crown with my tongue. Ashen’s tattooed knuckles graze my cheek before his hand flows into my hair, folding across the back of my head.
“That’s right, my vampire,” he says, guiding the pace as he thrusts deeper and deeper until he hits the back of my throat. My eyes water and I press my thighs together as the ache to have him fill me coils low in my belly. I moan with the rich, salty taste of him on my tongue, the scent of unsmoked tobacco and skin-warmed ink filling my nostrils.
“You may be a queen, but you have the attitude of a demon and the mouth of a goddess,” Ashen whispers. He fucks my mouth, faster, harder, his grip on my hair tighter, pulling the strands with just the right amount of pain. He shudders and I relish the roll of tension from him as he fights himself, trying to hold on to his pleasure. His strokes slow, and he grasps my jaw with a gentle grip, his attention riveted to the slide of his cock in my mouth. “I haven’t given it all to you,” he says, his fingers still tight around the base of his erection. “Can you take it, I wonder?”
A needy moan vibrates through my lips and Ashen hisses with approval.I don’t know, I want to tell him.But I’m damn well gonna try.
“Remember the code if you want me to slow or stop,” he says, caressing my jaw as the crown of his cock slips out past my lips and back in again. His fingers then travel to lace into my hair once more, the hand that was gripping his erection trailing down my neck, laying high on my throat where he can feel me swallow. “Because I am going to give that sweet and wicked mouth of yours everything I’ve got.”
Another whimper of desire rolls from me as Ashen slides his full length across my tongue and into my throat. I swallow, his palm capturing the motion. His head tilts back in ecstasy and he pulls back to do it again, his muscles twitching and trembling.
Ashen thrusts again, and again. His hand grips my hair tighter. The tremor in his muscles spreads. With a growled curse he thrusts a final time and loses himself to desire. Venom mixes with saliva and smears down my chin and I moan around Ashen’s length as it pulses, his cum shooting down my throat. I swallow it all and it tingles within me, igniting that bond that grows stronger between us with every drop of blood and arousal that we share.
When Ashen pulls out of my mouth, he studies my face for a long moment, taking in what must be a bit of a mess with tear-streaked skin and a slick, wet chin and swollen lips. But he looks at me as though he’s never seen anything more beautiful. He runs his thumb beneath my lower lip and clears the cooling saliva away, his eyes darkening with every stroke of his skin across mine.
Ashen gets up onto the mattress and grips my hips, shifting me down closer to the center of the bed. My arms straighten just enough to make my shoulders heat with discomfort. But thoughts of pain quickly evaporate. Ashen pins one of my thighs down with his knee as he grasps the other, opening me wide for his ravenous gaze to caress every inch of my most sensitive flesh.
“I like the thought of you up on that dais with the remnants of us fucking still there on your legs, vampire,” Ashen says as he runs his free palm up the inside of my thigh, his motion slowing when he feels our dried cum on my skin.
“It was one of the few things I could think about, quite honestly. That and the fact I was naked under a thin bit of silk held together by little more than string,” I reply as I give a little tug on the tie that binds me to the post. Ashen’s eyes flick to the movement of my wrists as a low groan rumbles in his chest.
“And now you are the Queen of the Shadow Realm. For the rest of eternity, I will only ever bow to you. Tell me I’m the only one who makes your pussy wet with desire,” he says as he slowly runs a finger across my slit then holds it up to show me how it glistens with my arousal. “Tell me that it will only ever be me.”
“You already know it will only ever be you,” I say as I give a pointed glance down to the mark on his chest, the twin lion heads of the Mace of Nergal shimmering in gold over the edge of the geometric jackal’s face.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Why?”
The flame dims in Ashen’s eyes until it’s nothing more than banked embers in the shadows of carbon. His hand rests on my thigh, tender and warm. When he looks at me, I can see right into his soul, into the man who coexists with the darkness of a demon. “Because I got the one thing I wanted, even though I knew I didn’t deserve it. I got what I never thought I would have.You. You chose me. And I’ll never grow tired of hearing you say it.”
We fall silent as we look at one another in a moment that seems to soften the air between us. “It will only be you, Ashen. For all time.”
Each word that falls from my mouth enlivens the sparks in the Reaper’s eyes.
“Tell me it’s only my demands that you will obey.”
“Only yours. And only when I feel like it.”
His hand grows hotter on my leg. One side of Ashen’s lips kicks up into a wicked grin. “That’s my Lu.” Ashen leans down and runs his tongue along the inside of my thigh through the stain on my skin, slowing as he gets closer to my center. “Now don’t forget to scream for me, vampire. I have a promise to keep.”
