Page 66 of Our Vicious Oaths
He slid back down her body and feasted. He drove them both mad with every swipe of his tongue, every nip, every time he sucked on her sensitive pearl and sent shudders rippling across her body and set her legs to quivering. He was already rock hard from the beginning, but it became painful when Kadeesha’s legs locked his neck in a vise hold and she ground her pussy into his face, feeding it to him. The taste of her was exquisite, and it was all he could do to not grab himself and find his own relief. But this wasn’t about him—not yet. This was about undoing his wife—stripping her of every defense, every barrier, that she might erect to fight against what he knew they’d both felt during the ceremony.
He cupped her ass with one hand, urging her on and plunged his fingers back inside her, fucking her with them and his tongue until her moans hit a fevered pitch. He loved when she let the reins go, when she screamed herself hoarse for him. But she wasn’t screaming the right thing. He growled, pulling away from the rapture between her legs just long enough to slap her clit. She moaned, then hissed.
Malachi locked eyes with her while dragging his tongue inlazy circles against her inner thigh, as if he had all the time in the world.
“I haven’t heard my name yet, so clearly you don’t wish to come,” he murmured. Then, he closed his mouth over the spot along her upper thigh, right beside her lips, that had her clawing at his hair whenever he sucked on the flesh. He was a true bastard this time, since her hands were bound—and because he did more than lightly nibble on the spot. It was too much of a temptation to sink his teeth into her flesh, to hear her cry out as he left a second brand on her. Onhis wife. Even thinking the word should’ve chilled him, as it had from the moment Kadeesha levied her little proposal. But when he’d stood at her side for the ceremony, the aversion he’d expected hadn’t existed. The entire time, he could only think about how delectable she looked in the gown that would surely tempt any male to lay a kingdom, the whole continent, the entire damn realm at her feet. Nor could he refrain from thinking about how she had looked like—how she had always been—the fiercest of warrior queens with her squadron of Nkita and kongamatos nearby even before he’d crowned her. Kadeesha was a work of art who was brilliant and cunning. She was a being made of fire and steel and utter stubbornness who’d never truly bend to anyone and who’d never truly be broken. She was a masterpiece. A fucking remarkable creation of the great Celestials. And he intended to keep her. She was his, permanently, whether she realized it yet or not.
“Unbind me so I can touch you,” his wife both ordered and pleaded, her breathy voice making him harder.
He wanted to be inside her heat so badly, he groaned. But he still needed to coax something from her first. He kissed hisway up the soft skin of her stomach, palming and kneading her breasts as he worked. She opened for him as soon as his tongue swept across her lips. He kissed her long and fervently and deeply, pressing his dick against her folds while he kissed her like he’d fuck her soon. He tore his mouth away long enough to command, “Be a good girl and sayplease, wife.
“Say my Celestials-damned name.”
Lovely defiance flared in her eyes, presenting as the tiny sparks of violet amid her brown irises that shone whenever she experienced a particularly intense emotion.
He licked the sensitive point of her left ear and then bit down on it. It dragged another delicious shiver from his wife. And her core that he was pressed against grew even hotter. Wetter. He wanted to hurry up and be drowning in it, so she needed to hurry the fuck up and stop fighting the inevitable. He rubbed his fingers against her slickness until they were coated with it and then thrummed them back and forth across her clit while sinking his teeth into her Marking at the base of her throat.
She bucked against him. “Malachi! Damn!Please!”
“Good fucking girl,” he praised, sinking deep into his wife with a brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. She was warm and wet, so damned wet, her pussy wrapped around his thickness so perfectly tight that he nearly came on the spot. And he would’ve, had he immediately started moving. Instead, he kept them welded together while he released her wrists. One of her hands tangled in his locs. Her other hand seized his back, her nails painfully digging in and drawing blood exactly how he liked her to do.
“Fuck me. Hard,” she ordered.
His hands moved to her hips, pinning her to the bed, restricting her from thrusting against him. If he allowed it, thenthis strategy of his would be torn to ribbons. He’d give her exactly what she commanded without extracting what he wanted first.
He nipped her bottom lip and released one of her hips to wind her hair around his hand. He loved her coils, especially when she wore them unbraided. It bequeathed her a wild, untethered beauty that drove him insane. “Command me again, but this time call mehusband,” he demanded, tugging on her hair so her head arched back, exposing her neck completely to him. He dragged his tongue across her Marking, then sank his teeth back into the spot.
Thank the skies she cried out, “Fuck me, husband. Now,” as soon as he did. His restraint wasn’t going to last a second longer with her walls gripping his dick and pulsating around it. He pulled nearly out, flipped them so he lay on his back and she straddled him, dug his fingers into her ass, and slammed her down hard on his length while thrusting up to meet her just as savagely, over and over again.
“Is this what you wanted, wife?” he asked, his own voice ragged. “Is this how you want me to fuck you, always?”
The shrill, inarticulate sound that he assumed was ayesmade him somehow even harder inside her.
He didn’t ease up; he knew exactly how rough she liked it and he gave her all that and more—was intent to do so until he faded into the Mist Isles. “You’re the recognized high queen now, are you not?” he challenged as he wrung moan after moan from her. “So order me to give you any and everything you want for the rest of eternity.” As he demanded it, he hit a spot that had Kadeesha planting her hands in the center of his chest and scoring her nails down his flesh as purple Aether flames she couldn’t hold back wove along her fingers. He groaned at theutter ecstasy of it all. The flames didn’t burn him, though the violet fire in her eyes burned hotter and the feral gleam within her eyes said she was about to spin out of control, precisely how he wanted. Yet, there was still a flicker of restraint and fear that rippled across her beautiful face.
He brushed fingers across her Marking, making her tremble atop him. “Let that shit go and ride my dick while you do it,High Queen.” He widened his legs and plunged deeper, harder, more mercilessly into her. He was pitiless in his assault, hands roving over her breasts and pinching her nipples. To coax her into following the order, he stroked upward at an angle that had her eyes rolling back in her head. She screamed his name while making a mess of them both.
“Fuck, Kadeesha,” he moaned, grabbing her hair. “Keep coming all over this dick, wife, just like that.” His vision blurred from how fucking good—how divine—she felt each time she came unraveled around him. He hissed when the purple flames rippling over her hands flared brighter and roiled across his chest as she continued to come, drawing her orgasm out by finally, blessedly, grinding against him. He wrapped the flames in a thin layer of shadows to temper them, so they remained scorching enough that he felt the burn but not hot enough to melt the skin from his bones. He locked his hands around Kadeesha’s when she startled a moment later, as if abruptly realizing what she was doing. He molded her hands to his chest. “Don’t dare yank away from me,” he warned. “I can take whatever you need to dish out. Matter of fact, you can feel how it makes my dick harder, can’t you.” He rocked into her to underscore the point. “Now keep it going and make me come, love,” he told her. “Keep riding my dick like you mean it,like it’s yours.”
The purple raged hotter in her eyes, but this time thosebewitching flames roared at him that his challenge would be answered. He gripped her ass as she rose up on her knees and slammed down on his throbbing dick. A loop of endless rapture shot through his body and he moaned her name, many, many times as she circled her hips, grinding more fervently against him. She bent over and sucked on his tongue, and the sound of her ass slapping against his skin had his balls pulsing.Not yet, he snarled to himself, managing to hold on to a sliver of sanity. He knew he’d told her to make him come, but he didn’t want this to end. Not yet. Not ever. He sent tendrils of shadows caressing down her body, sliding between her legs. He surged his hips up to meet her brutal thrust for brutal thrust. He grinned smugly when tremors wracked her body from his shadows working her clit.
“I won’t ever get enough of doing this,” she gasped and seized the back of his neck. While riding the high of her latest orgasm, she ran her tongue along the top and then bottom plates of his grille, then moaned, “When you wear these, it drives me insane. Makes me need you inside me on sight.”
He sucked on her tongue back, mimicking the way he’d worked the set of lips between her legs, underscoring another point. “Then I’ll wear them all the time if it means I get to taste your pussy even more,” he answered, his voice gravelly.
“It’s yours. My pussy is yours,” she moaned.
And then he was seeing stars, because her teeth bit into his Marking. Fisting her hair and pressing her mouth more firmly against his neck, he growled as his balls contracted. He exploded inside her, sending shadows thrumming across her clit so she came again with him just as hard.
Yours, she’d said.
Mine, mine, mine, mine …
Chapter Thirty-Seven
“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT YOUR LINGERING INTENTIONSto kill me,” Malachi whispered in her ear while still inside of her.
Kadeesha’s mind stuttered. She planted her hands against his chest, made to push off him and steal a few breaths to compose herself and a response.
