Page 87 of A City of Emeralds and Envy
I make a disapproving sound in my throat, and with a groan of blissful agony he takes my head in both his hands and starts fucking my mouth, hard and desperate. I make helpless gulping sounds as he shoves my head down, down, over and over, until he holds my head between his legs while his hips surge convulsively upward. His cock flexes, and thick cum spills down my throat.
“Fucking swallow it, wife,” he says hoarsely, and I do, every bit.
When I pull back, my face is a mess of tears and cum. He summons a cloth from a table to his hand and wipes my cheeks and mouth.
Then I notice it—the difference in the color of his eyes. They’re glowing golden.
“Your eyes,” I murmur.
“Oh, that…” He clears his throat. “I’m a mated royal now, and the king of Oz. My eyes will occasionally look like this when I’m feeling especially—” he forces the word out as if he’s reluctant to admit it— “happy.”
“Oh really?” I can’t stop a smile from curving my lips.
“Do you want this, Kin-Slayer?” he says quietly. “Do you wantme?”
I rise and seat myself on his knee. “Before I answer, I want you to know that I’m furious with you.”
Humor glints in his gaze. “As evidenced by the way you savored my cock just now.”
I smack his cheek. “Don’t be an asshole. I’m serious.”
“So am I, very serious.”
“I want to know what your thoughts were, in the library when we fucked. You know the moment I mean.”
“The moment when you looked at me with all the violence of love in your beautiful eyes and my heart nearly broke in fucking two?” he says. “That moment?”
Heat rushes into my face. “Yes.”
“I thought that you are the only person I’ve ever known whom I would allow to carve out my beating heart and flay it before my eyes. With you, life would forever be intriguing, entrancing. I want to witness the heights of your anger and the depths of your depravity. I want to linger with you in your apathy and dive with you into your passion. I want to do all those things with you, for all time. That is what I thought.”
I inhale a shaking breath. “And that’s why the bond formed between us?”
“Yes.” He brushes aside a tendril of my brown hair. “Because you were having similar thoughts, were you not?”
Now that he has confessed, it costs me less to admit my own vulnerability. “I was.”
West lifts his hand, and my clothes begin to peel away from my body, separating into curled fragments and falling to the floor around my silver shoes. In seconds I am naked on his knee, all of me—smooth brown breasts, dark peaked nipples, damp pussy, and long legs, ending in silver heels.
“You can live apart from me if you like.” His fingertips trail along the flat slope of my stomach. “You can find your own way, and fuck anyone who titillates you. Or you can live here, and give that luscious pussy only to me.” His voice deepens, a threat trembling in it. “I am not a kind Fae like Jasper, nor even as honorable as Riordan. I am the king of Oz, a land as dark and wicked as I am. If you decided to leave me, I would try to respect your wishes, though I’m not sure I could. I can’t swear that I wouldn’t follow you, lock a collar around your lovely throat, and drag you back here. I wouldtryto give you your freedom, but I know myself. I know my need for you would overcome me at last, and I would claim you by force.”
My human upbringing cries an alarm in my mind—screams that I shouldn’t want someone who would say such things to me—that I should run from him, deny him.
But my Unseelie self—the part I know to be dominant—revels in his honesty and his dark lust for me. Iwantsomeone who desires me so frantically that he would do anything to be with me. I want a mate who would be wretched without me, who craves my company, who worships my body.
I want the utter freedom of belonging to him. Beinghiswithout question, without end.
But I need to make sure he knows that he will be utterly mine as well. He must understand that my darkness is equal to his, and that it will permit no disloyalty.
Slowly I reach out, curling slim brown fingers around his green cock. “This is mine,” I whisper. Then I place my other hand over his heart. “And this is mine. You will not stray from me, or I will kill both of us without hesitation. Do you understand?”
“I believe you, and I understand,” he breathes. I can feel his heart racing under my palm, and the knowledge of how I affect him thrills me.
“Prove it then.” Rising from his knee, I step onto the armrests of his chair, standing astride him, with my pussy nearly at the level of his face.
He makes a ravenous sound in his throat and tips up his chin, grasping my thighs and pulling me lower until my pussy lips contact his mouth. There’s a faint tingle of the alcohol he drank as he begins to eat me out, noisily, sloppily, enjoying me with utter abandon. Tendrils of green smoke curl up my legs and slither against my skin, waking every nerve I possess, sending fresh tingles of arousal through my lower belly.
West breathes over my clit, a scintillating rush of sensation so powerful that I know there’s magic in it. My entire pussy feels warm, swollen, exquisitely sensitive, and as he nibbles the little bud again, I whimper, shivering, overwhelmed and desperate for relief.
