Page 35 of A Queen Of Broken Realms
Ashen’s vicious growl vibrates through my back. It’s the sound of fury. Smoke and sparks cascade around us and hiss on the floor as he slides an arm beneath my stomach and lifts me, setting my knees down on the golden cushion without ever breaking our connection. But even as he roughly thrusts into me, even as the smoke of his wings obscures everything but the golden throne, I know I’m safe with him. I know I’m the only being in any realm who is.
Ashen pushes on my fingers that are already working my clit as though imploring them to stay there, and then he plants my other hand onto the edge of the high back of the chair so that I can grip on.
“That’s right. On your throne where you fucking belong. And you will doexactlyas I say, my Queen.” His tongue follows the line of blood from the healing wound on my neck and he sucks on it hard, taking what blood he still can. When he lets go, his breath fans across my ear as he whispers his command. “Now come apart into a thousand pretty pieces.”
Ashen rails into me with thrust after thrust, and I cry out, loud and uncaring if anyone might hear. The rest of the realm just doesn’t exist. It’s just my demon and me, and the gift of this moment, of the things I know are real because I can feel them. Like my grip on the edge of my throne, my hand wrapped so tight around the metal that the gold leaves imprints in my palm. Or the sound of Ashen’s skin slapping against mine, or the feel of my panties stretched to the side against my ass, or the smell of sex and ink and tobacco untouched by flame.
The motion of my hand stutters as pleasure rips through me and Ashen places his hand over mine, ratcheting up the intensity of my building orgasm. And then it overflows, like a torrent breaching a barrier. My walls grip around Ashen as though trying to pull him deeper and I feel him thicken and pulse. With a roar he spills into me and I quiver, my muscles losing strength as my sated desire leaves me melted on the throne.
We’re both breathing hard and slick with sweat as Ashen’s strokes slow. His warm palm caresses my ass and lower back, his other hand still stretching my panties to the side. He leans back as he slips out of me.
“Such a perfect sight that is,” Ashen says, his voice rough like gravel. I feel the head of his cock slide to my clit. He circles it there and I let out a breathless, shuddering moan. “My cum dripping out of your throbbing pussy…it’s exquisite.” His finger skirts over my clit in a gentle touch that still elicits quivering aftershocks in my muscles. He sweeps up the drizzle of cum and arousal and pushes it back into my pussy as I bite down on a gasp. “Going to need that, vampire.”
My nerves flare like broken wires. “You are an obscene, filthy creature.”
“And you fucking love it.” Ashen’s cock slides back up toward my slit and dips in before coming out again, this time continuing up to my ass. He pushes against the tight opening, pulsing the pressure that tests the pleated rim, but he doesn’t enter.
“Waiting for a formal invitation?” I ask, pushing back against his cock on the next pulse. He pulls away before he breaches the resistance. “Do you want me to write it on some formal regnal stationery? With a wax seal?”
I press against him again and he moves his cock down, taking up more of the cum and arousal coating my folds.
“What would it say?” he grits out, sliding his silken tip back up to my ass.
“It would start something like this. To the Reaper—”
He slaps my ass and I laugh. “Not very formal for a Queen. You can do better than that.”
“Dear bae—”
Another slap, harder this time. Pleasure and desire burn low in my belly.
“To my person of romantic interest—”
A growl, another slap. And this time a bite to my shoulder.
“That’s more like it,” I whisper, and he slaps my ass again with the same strength. Delicious heat infuses my skin and stifle a moan.
“Insolent creature. Do it like a Queen.”
“Dearest Ashen of House Urbigu. My Master of War.”
“Better,” he whispers, pressing the slickened head of his cock to my clenched rim. His free hand snakes up from my thigh, his fingers circling around my clit. “Continue.”
“Please join me in christening my beautiful throne by fucking me in the ass until we come together in a blinding orgasm. Sincerely, your booty call, Queen Lu.”
Ashen pinches my clit and bites my shoulder and I gasp, arching my back. His teeth release from my skin to nip at my earlobe. “Invitation accepted. Sincerely, yourhusband, the Master of War.”
With that, he pushes in, his motion so slow and careful, my entrance gripping around his girth like a vice.
“I’m afraid there must be an imposter afoot,” I say. I try to keep my voice airy despite the shudder that courses through my body as I take more and more of his length. “For I am an unwed maiden, living in sin.”
A growl that’s as much as a purr rumbles against my neck. “You are a brazen minx for a Queen of the Shadow Realm.” Ashen’s voice is low and rich in my ear as he buries himself to the hilt of his sex. His finger swirls over my clit. “You choose me as your mate and yet deny me as your husband.”
I chuckle a quiet laugh that turns into a gasp as Ashen slides all the way out and then pushes back in again. “You haven’t asked me to be your wife, so therefore there is nothing to deny. There’s only fact. We’remates. Notmarried.”
“Hmm,” he hums next to my ear before leaning back. His fingers that hold my panties to the side caress my skin and I watch him over my shoulder. His gaze is transfixed on the slow rhythm of his erection pumping in and out of my tight opening. When he meets my eyes, they burn with dark flame. “Regardless, you chose me.”
“You’re right, I did,” I say, giving him a dark grin before I turn my gaze ahead to the gleaming gold and deep, wild blue of the throne. “Maybe you haven’t chosen me after all.”
