Page 40 of A Kingdom of Death & Darkness
I push myself up on one elbow. My back arches, and that mischievous glint in the fae prince’s eyes is alight with devious intent as he brings one knee up and settles it at my side, steadying me with his body before pushing his big palm across my breast once more. Black wings spread wide, covering us from the steady rain and unseen eyes. His other hand slides over his lower abs, and he wraps his fingers lazily around the base of his cock, stroking himself in time with every thrust of Christian’s hips.
“Fuck, you’re like an angel of death,” I hiss out on a reckless exhale, hating how stupid that just sounded.
His chuckle is warm and calming, and he doesn’t stop the slow up-and-down pumping of his wrist even when a drop of wetness kisses his tip. His other palm glides up my bloody throat, and his wet thumb pauses to skim across my lower lip.
“Open for me, clever girl,” he whispers with a sexy smile.
My lips part immediately, and my tongue swipes out for only a moment before he’s there, holding himself in his hand. My palm slides over his knuckles, and I guide him closer. The flat of my tongue swirls over the head, and the salty taste of him has me wanting more. Dark lashes close hard over pretty eyes, and just before I fully slide my tongue down the hard length of him, I realize I’ve never felt this powerful. This wanted.
This . . .loved.
His hand on my jaw loosens the moment my mouth glides down the thick veins of his shaft.
“Fuck, Crymson,” he growls out, clearly trying hard not to hold me or force me or hurt me.
I can’t see anything from this angle but the damp ground beneath Carver’s feet.
But I feel . . .everything.
Christian’s lips draw up in a smile against my throat, and he pulls back from me. His hold on me is stronger now, keeping me in place between the two of them. Big hands clench my hips and support me at the small of my back while he thrusts in time with the Fae Prince. It’s a give and take of them sliding into me, but I feel like I’m the only one taking.
And I take and take and take until the spiraling energy in my core feels like it’ll crumble this kingdom in on itself if I don’t find a release.
My sex clenches around the thickness of him, and his groan is a heady sound that vibrates across my slick breasts where he buries his face. Christian’s hips rock harder against my clit with every long drawn-out stroke he gives me. My fingers tangle in the dampness of his shirt while my other hand holds firmly on the bench, clutching the edge so hard, it crumbles away beneath my palm.
“Careful, pretty pet,” Christian says on a groan that rumbles all the way through me.
My moan is a stifled sound that only makes Carver’s hold on my throat tighten as he pumps in one last time, hitting the back of my throat in a satisfying way that has my back tensing in Christian’s hands. The feel of his pulsing cock across my tongue is all I remember before the storm breaks.
Every ounce of pent-up energy inside of me floods through me all at once. My body trembles between them as the rain falls hard, and my orgasm races in time with the flow of rumbling thunder above us.
Carver pulls away just slightly, and my breath is stolen along with him. Water droplets pound over my face and chest. Christian holds me slickly against him as he thrusts in hard with a growling groan that drowns out into my flesh.
He finishes, but he holds me closer, breathing me in for several long seconds.
The sky rumbles with an unnatural darkness casting curiously over us.
My shoulders slouch, and I fall fully to the hard ground. The pounding of my heart and the jagged edges of my breath fill the silence. Carver sits at my side on the slightly broken bench, umbrellaing me from the onslaught of violent rain with a single open wing.
“I think they know,” Carver whispers eerily as he looks up at the dark smoke-like clouds above us. “They know the Vampire Prince is here.”
I stare at him and his eerie words, trying to make sense of them.
“They who?” I dare to ask.
His lip quirks at the edge with an unhinged half smile. “The Dead.”
The smell of burning embers hangs strangely in the air.
I hold Christian a bit tighter in my arms like I’ll never let him go. From over his head, I meet a watchful, manic gaze, and I know what the Fae Prince is thinking even without sharing an unspeakable bond...
One mortal girl to reunite the Dark Lands.
TWENTY-SIX
Crymson
“You think they’re... here?”Thorn asks as every male I’ve ever met in this realm follow me through the castle in nothing more than Christian’s white button-down.
