Page 15 of Heavy is the Crown
“Stop playing with me. Eat my pussy like a good boy,” she demands. My cock hardens to a painful level. My dragon preens at the idea of fucking her right here.
The first taste on my tongue as I push through her silky folds has me ready to build temples and worship at the altar of her cunt. And as I move up and swirl around her clit, I’m certain I could die a happy man in this moment. She grinds into my face as I lap at her wetness. I push one finger in and marvel at how tight she is. I continue my slow assault on her tiny bundle of nerves and feel her pussy flooding around my finger as I pump it in and out.
“Oh, fuck, yes, that feels so good,” she cries out. “Just like that. You're going to make me come!” She continues to ride my face, her arousal dripping down my arm now. “Oh, God!” she screams.
I can feel her pulsing around my finger, squeezing it as she pours herself over me. I drink her up greedily, like a desperate man for water. When she is just coming back down, I pull my finger out and push her onto the shit mattress. Working my pants off quickly, I notch my hard dick to her center.
“My name is Shadow, but I can be your god tonight,” I say, and I push my thick cock into her, giving her no time to adjust. Looking down at her, I see discomfort lying on top of the arousal. “Shit,” I mutter. Reality crashes around me as I regain control from my dragon.
As I move to pull out of her, she wraps her legs around me, holding me hostage. “If you even think about stopping, I will fucking kill you.” She pushes her hips up, impaling herself fully on my hard cock. She breathes in and out deeply as she adjusts to my massive size. Panic starts to claw its way into my chest as I realize she’s hurting, but the little hellion under me refuses to allow me to back away. “Fuck me. Now,” she demands, rolling her hips.
My body moves without permission, just a puppet willing to obey its master. I push my hand down and circle her clit with my fingers, and her body loosens under me until we are both writhing in pleasure. Her moans fill the dark space around us with bright light and evaporate my control once more as I become more beast than man. A tether of that light stretches between us, attaching to a space in my chest that has felt so cold and alone.
“Mine,” I bark. “You are mine.” I latch onto her neck, teeth scratching the skin. The deep ache pulsing in my chest, the push to sink my teeth into her, is overwhelming.
“Yes. Make me yours. Yes, Shadow.” My name on her lips as that breathy prayer is my undoing. I feel my canines extend, my mouth partially shifting. My dragon forces my jaw to close around her neck, biting down to put our mark on her. The taste of her floral blood invades my mouth. I rip my teeth out and see the savage mark marring her neck in a messy fashion. It gives me, and my dragon, great satisfaction to know that’ll scar.
Just like that, I’m pushed over the edge, my climax flooding me with such intense pleasure, the only thing I’m aware of isher body. Rope after rope of my release fills her as she finds her own. She’s panting out my name repeatedly as we ride the waves together. Nothing matters other than the feeling of being inside her, the taste of her blood, and the sound of my name on her lips. I don’t care that we are in the place that shattered my already dark soul and remade me into the demon I am today. Don’t care that two feet away is the rotting body of the guard I just killed for daring to put his hands on her. Don’t care that I’ve only just met her.
She’s mine. Now and forever.
This stranger whom I’ve claimed, for better or worse, for the rest of our lives.
EIGHT
Power belongs to those who take it. And we will take it back.
– Mori Family Grimoire
A few weeks later . . .
Shadow
“Why won’t you look at me?” Ava pleads. Her voice sounds so broken, so unlike her. “You haven’t looked at me, much less touched me, in so long. But you keep coming here. It’s fucking torture, Shadow.” Tears well in her silver eyes. I back myself into the wall, arms crossed, desperate to keep distance from her. The savage claiming mark on her neck is a beacon to remind me why I need to stay away. Every time since that first claiming that I’ve touched her, I’ve barely been able to hold back completing the bond. It’s why I stopped.
The weeks have not been kind to either of us. We look strung out, the incomplete bond riding us into the ground. I know it’s my fault. I should stop coming here to see her, but I can’t seem to give it up.Can I die from this? Can she? Because fuck, it feels like we might.
“I can’t, Ava. Just, please, eat the food.” I push the meal forward with the toe of my boot. “It was a mistake.” The words burn as they leave my mouth. My dragon thrashes against me inside that cage he’s locked up tight in.
It’s not a mistake! You are being a fool!he seethes.
We’ll hurt her, I snap back at him.
No. We won’t. And if you ever stopped for a moment, you’d realize we never hurt our mother, either.
Grabbing the food, she throws it at me, narrowly missing my head. Angry tears stream down her face. I’m thankful for the distraction, because it pulls me from that dangerous line of thought my dragon keeps pushing at me. This fucking narrative that we didn’t kill our mother.
“Fuck your food,” she growls. “I know what this is, Shadow.” She points to the bite mark on her neck. “You claimed me.” She pushes forward and comes to a stand directly in front of me, her hands grabbing onto my crossed forearms. Her anger softens, and that feels worse. “Shadow, please. You claimed me. I want you. Want this. I know you feel it, the connection we have, or you wouldn’t have bitten me. I’ve dreamed of you every night, that grove of trees out there, the only thing that's kept me sane during the darkest parts of my life here. I knew you would be the one to take me away from here. It’s why I let you take me, because I understood our connection on some level already. You're my mate. Please don’t deny this.”
Everything in me stills at the confession. Words clog my throat, emotions start to suffocate me as they press into my chest. Panic clouds my vision, and I shove away from her at the same time my arms want to reach out and hold her close to me. The mention of my old home rips my mind to shreds as I relive the terror and horror of being in that aviary. What’s almost worse is the look of utter devastation on her face when I go back toward the door.
“This was a mistake.” It isn’t lost on me that I’m doing the exact same thing to her that Drago did to me.
The tears finally leave Ava’s eyes, her thin body collapsing to the ground as silent sobs wrack her frame. “Just get me out, at least. If you don’t want me, fine. But get me out.” Her arms fold tightly around her body as she asks to be saved over and over again. I’m at war with myself as I watch her break apart, because I want nothing more than to scoop her up and ease her suffering, but I know where that will go, so instead, I force my body to leave the small cell. Leave my mate broken on a cold floor.
I have been selfish. I’ve kept her here so I could see her whenever I wanted. The reality of it hits me square in the stomach, knocking the wind from my lungs. I’ve allowed her to suffer for the simple fact that I know once she is out of the prison, I’ll never see her again.
A plan starts to form in my head. If I cannot mate her, at the very least, I can save her from that hellhole.
