Page 52 of Heavy is the Crown
“We’ll get there.” Drago laughs. “But first, I want you to be a sloppy mess for me. So, you are going to keep this plug in you while we have some fun.” The plug finally makes its way past the tight muscles, leaving me with a satisfying feeling of fullness. Drago leans back, no doubt enjoying his handy work. “Tell me,rakkaani, what is the safe word? How do we stop it all?”
“Red,” I cry out as the plug starts to vibrate unexpectedly.
“Good boy,” Drago purrs. When he moves back in front of me, his cock is jutting out from his body, the tip glistening. I bite my lip to avoid moaning as I watch him grip his hard length and slowly fuck his own hand. He weaves his fingers through my hair and pulls, dragging my face up to his cock and pushing himself into my mouth. I groan around him as he slowly thrusts in and out, saliva starting to pool around him and drip out. He tilts his head back as he gets lost in the feeling of my mouth.
“Fuck. You are so good at that.” He picks up speed, his hand still holding fast in my hair. I let my hands creep up his thighs and take his balls in one of them, slowly rolling them in my palm, applying light pressure. He hisses and rips himself from my mouth, the spray of his hot release suddenly coating my face. “That was very naughty. I wasn’t ready to come yet,” he growls. “On the bed, face down.”
The command has me hurrying toward the low-lying bed and flattening out, my cock stuck under me and hard. The plug continues to vibrate inside me, and when Drago cracks his palm across my bare ass, I bite down hard on my cheek to keep from coming. He leans down, body heavy on mine, his breath hot in my ear. “You are going to pay for that.”
Ava
I allow Shadow’s words to settle into my body, allow the truth of them to penetrate my soul, and I realize I can’t go through with this. I can’t take the magic from Astrea. My body may need it, but it would cross a line I don’t think I would come back from. Spinning around, I head back into the room, where Astrea and Ciaran are lazily cuddling on the bed. She offers me a sad but understanding smile.
“I know. You don’t have to explain,” she says. I give a small nod of confirmation and exhale a long breath, the action making me wince as it pulls on my likely cracked ribs.
Ciaran frowns. “You can’t survive much longer, Ava.” He pauses and looks at his mate, something passing between them before he moves his gaze back to my face. “Take some of my blood. You can heal and go show your mates who’s really in charge.”
I shake my head. “I think it’ll be okay.” The lie lodges in my throat, but I let it go anyway. Because, sure, I do think we’ll be okay right now, but I can’t say for certain that peace will last for long.
TWENTY-NINE
I often wonder if it was a mistake to give Ciaran to the Harbinger, given where he is from. I know his half brother whispers in his ear.
For all that I love of my son, I see a darkness in him that I can only blame myself for.
– Kara Carmine
Drago
(“THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND” – Bad Omens)
Shadow and I stand at the kitchen bar. Music slowly filters in through the speakers. Neither of us say anything and instead bask in the comfort that has fallen over our home. Outside, the air has a bite to it. I breathe deep, inhaling the scents of both my mates now mixing in the air, and it shoots straight to my cock. Shadow’s body still shows all the marks of our time together, bruises and bites alike. His eyes travel over my body, still hungry for the orgasms I denied him earlier.
Taking a sip of the whiskey in my hand, I allow my arm to brush against Shadow. The shivers that move down his body areintoxicating. I allow my eyes to trace over him, his bare chest on display and my sweatpants hanging off his hips. The deep V cuts are begging to be licked. When I drag my eyes back up to his own, I see them flare a gold that matches mine. A hunger that can’t seem to be sated. I lick my lips and smile, but a low, deep growl rumbles from his chest as his eyes snag on something over my shoulder, in the hallway behind me.
Turning slowly, I spy our mate. Ava walks out like the royalty she is, the scratches healed, her skin flawless and milky. She’s wearing a black lace bustier that crisscrosses up her chest into a collar of thick black satin. The bottom of the bustier connects in more straps to matching lace boy shorts that fit firmly on her small figure. Garter straps hold up sheer thigh-highs, and a long sheer skirt hangs down, covering the back. Her pink hair is done in soft curling waves to the middle of her back.
The ravenous flames within me threaten to burn me alive as I watch her saunter into the kitchen.
Ava
Drago and Shadow take me in, both with equally hungry expressions painted across their faces.
“Are you both in or out?” I don’t clarify what I’m asking. “This is the last time I’m going to ask. I can’t keep hoping and praying for something that will never happen.”
“In,” Drago says without hesitation.
Shadow rakes his eyes across me before finally locking onto my own. “In,” he responds. Tension that I had no idea even existed releases from my shoulders when I hear that statement. He may have made amends earlier, but I still worried he would go back on what he said.
Casually, I walk over to the couch that I was laid on all those years ago to heal. The men track me, not even realizing they’ve both followed me over, Shadow in front and Drago on his heels. I’m like a gods damn pied piper for dragons right now.
I sit down slowly, letting my legs spread just a bit, the sheer skirt shifting. Arms splayed over the back of the dark leather, I raise an eyebrow at Shadow. “Kneel,” I command. He drops down in front of me, head bowed. The power I feel as he doesn’t question, just trusts me in this moment, is intoxicating. “Fuck, you look good like that. Don’t you agree, Drago?” Drago only chuckles behind me.
I place my hand under Shadow’s chin, tilting his face up to mine. His eyes are whiskey colored, not yet golden. I sense Drago come up behind me, feel his hands move down over my shoulders until they grip my breasts firmly. I let out a low moan as Drago pulls my hair back and kisses up my neck from behind, causing my legs to part even more and giving Shadow a view of my wet core behind the lace. No doubt, the smell of my arousal invades the room.
“What will it be,rakkaani?”Drago murmurs as he pulls off my neck, only to place his hand tightly around it. My nipples harden under the lace at the show of dominance. The question is directed at Shadow, whose eyes seem to burn into us. Drago nuzzles at my face before licking me. Shadow’s eyes track the movement. “Will you take her? Take what is ours?” The way he claims me for them sends bolts of pleasure through me.
Shadow’s hands curl into tight fists on his thighs, the tension in his body clear. His eyes close for a moment before they snap open again, a brilliant gold blazing.
