Page 34 of A Queen Of Broken Realms
Ashen has me trapped in his cognac eyes. My skin ignites with every breath that fans across it. His touch is like a spell as his hand climbs my neck and curves around my jaw. He runs his thumb across the edge of my bottom lip, his gaze still fused to mine. Shallow breaths leave my parted lips.
“I will kneel before you, my Queen. And I will worship you.” Crimson flame flares to life in Ashen’s eyes. His tongue parts my lips as he claims my mouth. His fingers caress my jaw and I grip the back of his neck, drawing him closer, pressing his hot kiss to mine. But he breaks away. I let out a moan of disappointment and desire as he leaves my lips to carve a line of kisses down my neck.
“I will indulge you,” he promises between little nips at my neck that make me squirm with delight. He gives one harder bite in a promise of things to come and then soothes it with a kiss. And then he pulls away, watching my eyes as he raises his wrist to my lips. “I will sustain you.”
I close my eyes with a long breath in. I smell that network of veins, that hot blood as rich as spiced chocolate, as effervescent as champagne. My fangs drip sweet poison onto my tongue.
“Take it, vampire,” Ashen coaxes. His voice is luxurious and warm. It’s a gentle plea as much as a command. I watch the flame in his pupils brighten as my fangs slide into the soft skin of his wrist. I take the first long pull of his blood and Ashen looks as though he can barely contain the sudden swell of need that I feel from him, rippling like a wave beneath my skin. I close my eyes and sigh into his veins as he fills my mouth with his sweetness and heat.
Ashen’s other hand drags up my thigh. His breath is shallow. I can feel the tension in his chest radiate down his arm as he tries to contain this sea of desire that threatens to drown us both. But he keeps it trapped, even though his heart crashes into his bones and his palm grows hot on my skin. He pushes my dress up around my waist as he kneels between my legs.
“I will drink you in,” Ashen says, then places a kiss to my inner thigh. “I will consume you.” Another kiss, this one higher up, and then another, and another. He climbs closer and closer to my center as his grip on my thigh tightens. “I will devour you.” My breath comes in pants with anticipation.
Finally, he reaches my cream lace panties. He runs one finger over the soaked fabric and closes his eyes as he whispers a swear against my skin. When he looks up at me, the crimson flame of his pupils is vibrant with sparks. I take in a long pull of blood, watching as his self-control seems to crumble away beneath the weight of my gaze.
“Ready yourself, my vampire. Because I willravageyou.”
Ashen pulls my panties to the side and descends on me like a starving man. He growls into my pussy before pushing his tongue inside, circling his thumb over my clit.
I tremble as I grip onto his arm. My legs shudder against the golden armrests of my throne. I let my mouth free of his wrist to tilt my head back and pant desperate breaths as he laps up my arousal and presses against my clit.
“No,” he commands, pushing his wrist against my lips as his fingers slip inside me. “Drink.”
A shaky exhalation escapes my parted lips as I take his arm and seal my lips against the wound once more, pulling in blood. I moan and shiver as the tingling heat slides down my throat.
“I want to be inside you in every way,” Ashen says, his voice husky and rough. When he seems sure I won’t let go, he casts his gaze down to the movement of his hand as strokes me with his fingers. It’s as though he’s punishing himself with need, with the hurt of holding back. Every stroke just builds the crackling intensity of anticipation until he can’t hold back anymore.
Ashen descends between my thighs to suck on my clit and swirl his tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves. I keep my grip on his wrist but squirm as the coiling, twisting need builds within me. He scrapes my clit between his teeth and I whimper into his veins. “I love that sound, vampire. Do it again.”
I stay silent as he strokes his fingers within my pussy. The silence stretches on and I take another long drink from Ashen’s wrist. I smile against his skin.
“I said,again,” Ashen orders, and he nips my clit once more, just a little harder this time. A needy moan passes my lips, vibrating through his wrist. I sink my fangs a little deeper into his flesh and draw down a long gulp of blood. “That’s my vampire. I do love it when you fight my demands. But I love it even more when you surrender.”
He dives at me again, pumping his fingers and swirling his tongue, sucking and biting and kissing and humming praise into my flesh when I let go of his wrist long enough to say his name like a prayer. I tremble. I drink. I writhe. And the pleasure rolls and coils through my core. I clench tight around Ashen’s fingers and come apart as he presses his tongue to my swollen bundle of nerves, not letting go until my orgasm has washed through me and left me panting and boneless on the throne.
My heart feels too swollen for my chest as it surges my thick, dark blood through my veins. Ashen’s feral need courses beneath my skin through our bond as he pulls one of my legs down from the armrest and then the other, snaking his arm under my knees. In a swift motion, he flips me over so my forearms land on the cushioned seat of the throne and my ass is facing him. He keeps one of his arms beneath my stomach and I hear his dagger slide from its sheath.
“Can I drink from you, my vampire?”
“I thought you just did,” I tease. Ashen growls and slaps my ass. I giggle and he does it again, harder this time.
“Salacious creature. Answer me.”
“I am your Queen, Ashen of House Urbigu. My Master of War.” I pull the dagger from his hand and turn the blade to my neck, nicking it just deep enough for a steady flow of blood. “And Idemandthat you drink from me.”
Ashen goes still behind me. I cast him a dark and wicked grin over my shoulder, biting my lip between my fangs, drawing my own blood into my mouth. I love this, this push and pull of power, of demands and disobedience. I submit when I want to. I order him around when I feel like it. And he fucking loves it too. I can see it in the tick of his clenched jaw, in his dark and desperate gaze. Ashen’s chest rises and falls, pulling at his shirt with pumping breaths, his muscles tense with restrained desire.
“Nowfuck me, demon.”
There’s a heartbeat of stillness, and then he envelopes me, sealing his lips to my neck as he releases his belt and zipper. He pulls my panties to the side and enters me in one swift stroke as he moans into my skin. My mated mark warms until I feel every line and curve, every point of the crescent moon and star.
Blood taps against the gold wave of the armrest. I smell it fill the channels with crimson drops as Ashen draws his hand up to mine. He slides in and out and he takes my wrist, guiding my hand down my body, pulling away from my neck to kiss the shell of my ear. “Touch yourself,” he whispers, setting off a shiver down my spine.
I do as he demands. I circle my clit with my fingers as Ashen pistons into me with long, steady strokes, caressing the skin that still stings with warmth from his slap. His thumb traces a line down until it's coated in my arousal, and then flows back up to the rim of my ass.
“I promised that I would ravage you,” he says as he teases the tight opening, pressing at the resistance as he buries his cock into my sex. He slows his pace for a moment and I know he’s watching his slow strokes, the movement of his thumb. And then it slips inside my ass. He picks up long and powerful thrusts as I press my forehead to my arm as I try not to cry out with aching pleasure. “Now come for me.”
I let out a naughty giggle and Ashen slams into me hard. “I already told you, demon. I don’t know how to behave.”
