Page 82 of A Queen Of Broken Realms
“We will not find out the answer to that particular question,” he says.
“But—”
“Sexual fantasies aside,” Ashen purrs as he rises enough to push my body back, my leathers forgotten on my leg, “we are not going to give the enemy the chance. And if you like the Resurrection Chamber so much, vampire, you just have to say so. I will gladly bend you over the altar and fuck you until your screams echo on the cavern walls.”
A shiver slithers up my spine. Goosebumps pepper my arms. “Filthy demon,” I hiss as Ashen presses my back into the mattress, his smile tracing the pulse in my neck. A bruise blossoms beneath my skin as he sucks on my flesh. “We’re supposed to be getting ready for war.”
“We are,” Ashen says between kisses that flow down my chest. He sucks on my nipple through the black lace of my bra, letting go to cast me a wicked smile. “I’m eliminating distractions. I would not want you to be mired in sexual fantasies while battling Nephilim.”
I snort a laugh that turns to a gasp when his fingers trace the edges of my panties, circling my clit through the damp fabric. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“You’re the Master of War. How do I ensure you’re not…distracted? You already know I have a thing for the Resurrection Chamber. Maybe you should tell me one of your fantasies so we can ensure it doesn’t steal your focus on the battlefield.”
A rumbling growl resonates in Ashen’s chest. Within a breath our positions are flipped, and I’m straddling the Reaper with his erection trapped beneath my soaked panties. He grips my breasts as he grinds against the seam of my body. “You want to know one of my many fantasies of my wife? Then pull your panties to the side and slide my cock into your pussy and I will tell you.”
My grin is full of devious mischief as I roll my hips and tease the edges of his demands. I glide over his hard length and he groans, his palms growing hotter through the lace covering my breasts. “I like it when you make promises in our bed, Reaper.”
Ashen trails a finger slowly from my chest, down my stomach, then beneath the hem of my panties, coating it in my arousal. He makes a show of bringing that wicked finger to his lips and hovering there before tracing his fingertip with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth. He pulls it out slowly, his gaze holding mine without letting go. “Almost as much as you like my demands. Now pull your panties to the side, vampire.”
As much as I’m suddenly desperate for him to fill me and sate the ache I feel deep in my core, I do love to tease this man.
“I could be such a brat right now,” I whisper with a sinful grin.
“But you won’t be.”
“You don’t think so?”
Ashen shakes his head, an equally devious smile quirking the corners of his lips as he folds his hands beneath his head like he has all the time in the world. I grind harder against his erection, but aside from the skipped beat in his heart, nothing about him changes.
I sit back a little and look at Ashen with suspicion, my touch tracing the carved muscles of his abs. “What are you up to, demon?”
Ashen tries to control his smug grin, but he can’t smother the sparks igniting in his eyes. “I realized something in my careful observations of the volatile, vicious creature who is my bloodmated wife.”
“I like the flattery. Continue.”
“She doesn’t just tolerate surprises. She doesn’t just like them. Sheadoresthem.”
He has a point. When they come from him, I do love his surprises. “So, you’re going to what…bribeme into behaving myself?”
“More like I’m going to lavish an ancient and powerful immortal with offerings until she grants me the wish of acquiescing to my demands, for once.”
I bite my smile into submission. “Lavish, hmm? With what, exactly?”
Ashen reaches for the edge of the bedspread, knocking pillows to the floor as he pulls it back to reveal a series of black boxes, sliding one across the bed toward us. My smile erupts as I take in the massive bow and a matching black card, the note written in gold ink with Ashen’s precise penmanship.
Not a weighted blanket.
I give him a suspicious smile and lift the lid from the box. Inside is a set of silky sex sheets but in a creamy white, with a matching nightgown. The edges are embellished with gold piping, the pillowcase embroidered with a message in blue thread the color of my mated mark. I let out a riotous laugh, holding up the scrolling stitches.
I’m feeling fangtastic,the embroidery says.
“Oh myGod, Ashen. You know the path straight to this vampire’s heart.”
Ashen beams a broad smile at me, his skin vibrant. The lantern light captures every angle of emotion in his face. Mischief and delight glow in his eyes. He pulls the next box toward me, this one heavier. Another black card is nestled beneath the bow.Not fifty times your size, the cryptic note says. Warmth blooms beneath my bones knowing he remembered my passing comment about finding clothes that fit before we were separated in the Nephilim attack.
I set the lid aside. A charcoal-colored tunic rests folded on top of matte black chainmail of the finest quality I’ve ever seen. The links tinkle as they shift into place when I lift the armored shirt.
