Page 38 of Heavy is the Crown
Ava storms in ahead of me to the penthouse, her form vibrating with the anger she is using to cover her grief around finding out her brother knew of her engagement, and somethingelse. Ava has never withheld her emotions, she’s easy to readif you know what to look for, and since our altercation with Cordelia, she’s shimmered with anxiety.
I move toward the bar, pouring a drink and allowing her to slowly burn in the flames she has set herself on fire with before turning around. A storm is rolling through the city outside, the thunder rattling the windows. “The moment you opened your eyes, I knew where you were from.”
Her eyes well up with tears, but I would be foolish to believe they were from sadness. No, the scent falling from her is betrayal and pure rage. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Her small body shakes, her fists clenched at her sides. “You have no idea how fucking guilty I felt, knowing y’all were my mates and what that would mean for you!”
“Control yourself,rakkaani, your magic is dangerously close to coming out.” It’s the wrong thing to say, but tonight, I’m living in the poor choices I’ve made, so why not add more?
She rushes up to me, her small hand slapping across my face hard before she lets out a scream. The sound is painful and broken, one that speaks of years of emotions held inside, now breaking free. The room vibrates with power—if she had been able to use her magic, or if she had less control, she would have leveled the penthouse with that release.
She backs away from me, her tiny body pacing back and forth in front of the windows. Her long pink hair has fallen partly free of the bun she hastily shoved it into on the way home, and her cheeks are flushed crimson from the emotional outpour. Even disheveled, she is beautiful. “Why? Why did you let me agonize over telling you? I feltawfulkeeping it from you.”
“Hell had a long history of enslaving dragons, using us. I couldn’t trust that you wouldn’t do the same. So, I didn’t tell you that I knew who you were, just in case. As the weeks went on and I understood who you were to me, I couldn’t just let you sink in on yourself like that. When you did finally tell me, I hadalready reached out to Jackson.” I lean against the wall, casually watching her pace. “He agreed to let you stay here if we stayed in contact. He wanted to know you were okay, so I’ve continued to update him. I had no idea he would show up today like he did. But I’m glad he did—if you won’t take care of yourself, someone has to. And I can only worry about one mate at a time being on a self-destructive path.”
She spins toward me. “Fuck you.” The venom in those words infects the air. It seeps into my bones and my blood, dissolving any patience I had. My body moves without thought as I push her up against the windows, forcing her breath out of her in a sharp exhale. It matches my own heaving chest.
(“Half God, Half Devil” – In This Moment)
I don’t register her action until her spit is sliding down my face, her anger burning my hands where they hold her. My cock is unreasonably hard from the action. “Fuck. You,” she seethes. “You had no right to speak with him. To tell him anything.”
My teeth sharpen as I growl, “You were a shell of a person, Ava. We were losing you. What do you think Shadow would have done then? WhatIwould have done? Hmm? Contacting your brother was the only way, in my mind at the time, to help. And Jackson wouldn’t just let us keep you, he wanted updates, so he knew you were safe. He would have taken you, otherwise. We would have started a fucking war with your family to get you back. So, yes, I allowed him to check in from time to time, but only to prevent a war that no one would have survived.” A shadow of wings flash behind me in the dim room as lightning splits the sky.
I grab her throat roughly, squeezing either side. The silver rings on my fingers seem to glow in the moonlight peeking through the stormy sky. “Fuck, my hand looks good around your throat.” I grind against her, and despite her anger, she lets out a tiny whimper. The scent of her arousal floods the room asshe struggles superficially against my grasp. “You’ve been very fucking naughty. Beg me just right and I’ll let you find release against these windows.” I lean in close, licking up the side of her neck. “And everyone down on the street can watch it happen. Now, tell me, what is your safe word?”
Her hand jerks out, but I catch her wrist easily before it is able to smack me across the face. I tsk, squeezing her throat a little harder and notching my knee between her thighs. Her heat almost burns my leg, the wetness already seeping through the thin leggings she changed into before we left. I apply pressure with my knee and watch her eyes roll back from the friction. I lean down, scraping my teeth against her sports bra, her nipples clearly pushing through. Her moans fill the living space.
“You can take your rage out on me, but we don’t keep going until I know you can tap out, should you need to. Now, what is the fucking safe word,rakkaani?”
Her jaw is set tight, and for a moment, I worry she won’t play, but then her small voice squeaks out, “Red.”
“Good girl.” I smile wickedly. “Mmm, you smell so good like this.” I grind her down harder onto my leg, earning me another cry. “You know how to get what you want, Ava. Beg me.”
But her small mouth stays stubbornly closed, fire blazing in those pale eyes. I smirk at her defiance, relishing in this side of her. Ava has always been a brat, and I fucking love it. She’s furious right now, and the wild look on her face is driving me to the edge. I move my hand from her throat to her mouth, roughly squeezing her cheeks until her mouth pops open and I can hook two fingers into it. Spit is already starting to pour out as I hold her open. My clawed hand rips through her pants, baring her glistening sex to the room.
Her scent perfumes the area as I pull the fingers from her mouth and roughly push them into her pussy, gripping her hip roughly with my other hand. Her head tilts back in a sob as Ifuck her with my hand. I can feel the moment she starts to lose herself, and I pull out. The high-pitched keen she lets out has me smiling as I let her watch while I lick my fingers clean.
“You know how to end this, Ava,” I say. “Beg me.”
Her nostrils flare, a look on her face that says she has no interest in giving in. So, I up the stakes and drop to my knees in front of her, licking up that slit and around her clit.
“Give in, rakkaani.I’m going to take your orgasms anyway; why are you making this so much harder for yourself?” I swirl my tongue around her again.
She growls, even as her hips push forward. “Yet, you are the one on your knees for me. Worshipping my cunt.” She grips my hair hard, pulling and scratching.
Her words slam into my cock, and I have to remind myself to remain in control. Ripping my mouth from her dripping pussy, I slap her bare mound. The sound resonates through the room. “I go on my knees and worship you because I choose to. Not because you command it. Remember that. And remember that while your pretty little cunt is weeping for me, I can keep you here, on edge, for as long as I want.” I lick her again before pushing two fingers into her tight heat. “I could even refuse your release and make you watch while I find my own. So, be a good girl. Fucking beg.”
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Her hips buck against my mouth as she presses into me, but I pull back each time she starts getting close. After a while, I lose count of how many orgasms I’ve denied her, those milky legs shaking and barely holding her up, tears pouring down her face. But she never utters her safe word.
“Are you ready to give in?” Her body slumps for a moment as I pull away again. Her anger has faded, giving way to the pleasure I keep forcing into her body. My face is drenched from her, along with my fingers.I would drown in her if I could.
“P-Please,” she finally whines. “Please, Drago. Please let me come. I can’t . . . I can’t do this anymore.”
Her broken sob gives me pause. “Do you need to tap out?”
She shakes her head frantically. “No, fuck. Please just let me come. Fucking please.”
A smile carves my face. “Who owns this pussy?”
“Fuck. You do, Drago. You do,” she sobs.
