Page 76 of V for Vilified
His glowing red stare pinned me to the spot before he plunged deeper, a low growl vibrating against my folds. I clung to the bedfor dear life, already on the edge of an orgasm. He lapped at my clit and licked my slick off his lips. His thumb stimulated the nub of nerves at the top of my slit until I was coming with a groan.
Then it was a flash of movement. His fangs sunk into my breast, my leg hooked over his arm, and his cock pushed inside until I swallowed every bit of him. And there wasa lotof him. I hadn’t felt this full since Sloan and Phillip took me at the same time in the shower.
I sucked in a sharp breath, a swarm of sensation exploding everywhere. With the bond and his relentless thrusts, it was hard to do anything but moan and try not to come too fast. Every thrust was deep enough that it seemed to hit places no one ever had. My insides were battered by the time my climax took me. I came so hard my vision went black and it took several seconds to return.
Me, the supernatural monster hybrid.
Aram didn’t stop. He lifted me and spread his wings. His eyes were so bright they cast their own light when they shot off another direction. He was upright on his knees with me clinging to him, and his black feathers fluttered as he continued to slam into me, dropping me on his massive arm-sized dick over and over.
I expected more words from him, but he’d become more animal than man the longer we were under the spell of the Season’s lust. He didn’t say anything. Grunts were the only form of communication he had. Not that I was any better. All I could do was curse and hold onto him, stimulated both in mind and body.
The assault of emotions and images hadn’t stopped. If anything, they were stronger and much harder to ignore. I was experiencing our sex from both ends. It was fucking crazy.
“Oh, god,” I moaned, my fourth orgasm hitting out of nowhere.
Aram cursed something I didn’t understand. It sounded like the language he’d spoken earlier. Liquid was pouring out of me as I quaked in his arms. He started to move again, but then abruptly stopped.
I was too out of it to notice the alarm radiating through our connection. Suddenly, we were surrounded. Glitter swirled and vortexed. Several men with sparkly wings had Aram frozen in place, his feathered wings spread aggressively and body blocking me from the offenders.
Except, they weren’t.
I covered myself with the sheet and caught sight of the leader. Big.
“Hey, little vampire. Sorry to interrupt…whatever this is. Thought you might want a hand getting out of the sticky pickle you got yourself into,” Goth Tinkerbell Dude said, keeping Aram in his sights. “Lucky for you, you’ve made friends with the Wings Prince and the last surviving royalty of the Sybil Kingdom.”
Chapter 30
I’m Choosing You
Last surviving royalty?
“Doesn’t that make you king if you’re the last one, though?”
He cackled. “That’s all you got from that? Leave it to you, toots. We can talk about it later. Things are a bit pressing right now, yeah?”
I looked around at the others, too confused to be mortified about them appearing right as I was getting my pussy plowed by the guy meant to be my enemy. “I knew I saw you earlier.”
“Yeah, I was canvassing the joint. Your lover boy, the wailing Dark King, has been an absolute dick since you left with Aram. Hell, all of them have. Pretty sure you’re the only reason those assholes get along. Anyway, it’s been a while since I’ve come here, but guess some things never change. Their security against my kind is absolute shit.”
Big shrugged and peered around nonchalantly, ever the cool guy. “Okay, enough talking. Get dressed, and we’ll go grab our chatty human next.”
Did he just sayourhuman?
Sex with a winged Fae god and the Season still made it a bit tough to follow what was happening. I blinked and glanced at Aram’s frozen form, then at Tinkerbell dude. “What’s the plan? Freeze him and let me lose my memories when we leave since I’d be breaking the contract?” I muttered sarcastically.
Glitter swirled and the pixies fluttered anxiously.
“Boss—” one said.
“Yeah, yeah,” Big grumbled, waving the other pixie off. “It’s complicated, little vampire, but that contract of yours isn’t binding. Not against a prince like me, anyway.”
“Still don’t get why you’re not king if you’re the last—”
“Little vampire, a little urgency would be appreciated,” he grumbled, sinking a hand into his hair as the pixie wings around him vibrated in place.
The air shuddered and fear flooded our connection. Aram couldn’t look at me, but his thoughts were screaming inside my head. I hesitated and wrapped the sheet tighter around myself.
It didn’t feel right to leave. More than that, I didn’t want to. If Hera was alive and the Nether Royals hadn’t killed their people, then they weren’t the villains everyone claimed they were. At least not in that regard. But after everything I’d seen inside his head, it didn’t appear they were the ones running the Organization, either.
